Page 54 of The Virgin and the Viscount

An idea struck her and she didn’t stop to think, she simply acted. “May I have your coat?”

“Are you chilled?” he asked, already removing the article to hand her.

“Not precisely, but I do not wish to injure my knees on these pebbles.”

He frowned. “I beg your pardon.”

“Quiet. I wish to pleasure my husband.”

She draped his coat on the ground, then lowered herself to her knees. He sucked in a breath. “What are you doing, Tilly?”

She looked up at him, arching one brow. Then her hands went to the fastenings of his trousers. “I have obviously never done this before so please feel free to offer instructions as I go.” Then she pulled his growing erection out and lowered her head to lick at the tip.

He swore, but leaned himself back to give her better access. “Ah, Freckles, you don’t have to—”

“Sullivan, shut up. I don’t want to hear another word unless it is to guide or praise me. Understood?”

A grin tickled at his lips. He nodded but never took his eyes off her. “Understood.”

While looking up at him, she sucked the top of him into her mouth.

He swore again, then threaded his fingers into her hair.

She wrapped her hand around the base of him, her fingers barely touching around his girth, and then she lowered her mouth even more. She could not fit all of his hard length into her mouth, as he was far too large and she’d likely gag. That, she supposed, would ruin the entire experience. And she was already enjoying herself very much, especially with every swear and grunt he offered her.

She experimented with her tongue, swirling it across the top and licking at the bead of liquid. It was salty and not unpleasant in the least. Again, she pulled him deeper into her mouth, sucking him hard while her hand gripped the rest of him.

“Tilly, love, you…oh God, that feels incredible. Please don’t stop.”

His encouragement spurred her on, and she felt her desire hot and wet between her thighs. With her unoccupied hand, she pushed her skirts out of the way and put her hand on herself, searching for a way to alleviate her own desire.

“And you’re touching yourself.” He swore. “Freckles, you’re driving me to madness. You’re so beautiful, so sexy. Watching you with your sweet lips wrapped around my cock, I could spill down your throat right now.”

She moaned at his words and he bucked against her, gripping her hair tightly.

“Touch yourself for me. Are you wet?”

She nodded as best she could with her mouth full of him.

“I want you to come with me. Can you make yourself come, love?”

She moaned again and flicked her fingers against the nub hidden in her folds. She was so wet, she could feel it even through the layers of her pantaloons. Still she sucked on him.

She moved her hand against his length in the same rhythm as she rubbed herself, and she knew she was getting close. She swiped her tongue against him and he arched into her again. The thought of him losing control was so arousing.

“Are you getting close, love? Oh God, you feel so good. I’m going to come, Tilly.” He tried to move her mouth, but she shook her head and sucked him harder. He came a moment later, shooting his warm seed down her throat. And then her own climax rocked through her as her fingers worked over her wet center. When they were both done shuddering, he gathered her off the ground and pulled her into his lap.

He nuzzled her neck. “That was the most amazing thing. Well, not quite as amazing as being inside you, but the very next best thing. You are a wonder, my wife.”

And in that moment she dared to believe that they’d be all right. That their fragile union could be repaired and that perhaps one day he’d love her.

…

“Will you come to my bed?” he asked. “Let me hold you all night?”

She looked up at him with those wide green eyes of hers and nodded.

He lifted her off his lap and grabbed his coat off the ground before leading them out of the maze and back inside the house. Neither of them spoke as they climbed the stairs and walked directly to his bedchamber. He’d just released himself down her throat and yet he found himself growing hard again.

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