Page 42 of A Marriage Most Convenient

His thumb slid against her bottom lip. “I’ve imagined repeatedly pushing myself into your mouth, having these plump lips around me.”

She gasped, her eyes widening and dropping to his hard cock. She palmed him again.

He gave her a sly grin. “I’m guessing your mother left that possibility out.”

She nodded. “Do you want me to do that now?”

Desire surged so forcefully through him, he swayed on his feet. “Do you want me to put my cock in your mouth, sweetheart?”

“I want to try.”

“Lay down this way on the bed and roll to face me,” he told her, pointing to the food of the bed. “I won’t be able to let you suck me long or this will be over too fast.”

She did as he bade, putting her head at the end of the bed and turning to face him.

“Perfect height.” He moved in front of her, gripping his shaft and squeezing the root. He tapped the tip of him on her lips, and her tongue slid out and licked him. “Christ.”

She looked up at him, licked him again.

“Open your mouth, Charlotte.”

Her lips parted and she opened widely.

He slid inside the warm, wet recesses of her mouth. “Close your lips, sweetheart, and just suck and lick on the tip a little. I might move some, but I won’t choke you. I promise.”

She nodded, and the movement nearly had him coming down her throat.

Her tongue moved in tandem with the rest of her mouth as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked. He pumped his hips, just moving in and out of her lips a tiny amount.

“Charlotte, sweetheart, if you only knew how perfect you look with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

She moaned around his length, her blue eyes locking on to his. She leaned forward as if to take more of him, but he pulled out of her mouth with a pop.

“Was I doing it wrong?” she asked.

“No, it was exquisite. I just want to last longer for you. And I really want to be inside you.” He climbed on the bed next to her. “Are you wet for me?” He reached down in between her legs and swiped his thumb through her folds.

She hissed and her knees nearly buckled.

“You’re soaked. Having my cock in your mouth aroused you, wife.”

Cupping her cheek, he met her gaze. There was indiscernible emotion behind the blue of her eyes. She searched his face, but said nothing. So, he kissed her. Unleashing his full desire upon her and positioning his body halfway across hers.

Her body was hot with desire. He could tell by the way she squirmed beneath his touch and the little moans that kept escaping that she was already craving her release. With one hand he moved to the dark triangle of curls nestled between her legs. She sucked in her breath.

He moved his fingers closer, and found her hot and slick beneath his touch. While his digits worked between her folds, cajoling and tempting her, he bent his head over her breast. First he licked, then he suckled, and her back arched off the bed. More and more he teased her, until her fingers threaded through his hair and her small moans of pleasure became cries of need.

“What other things did you imagine about me?” she asked, her voice so quiet he almost didn’t hear her.

He smiled against her nipple. His wife wanted to hear his wicked thoughts. Well, he could tell her while her brought her body to release. “Tasting you all over.” He pushed his finger in and out of her all the while his thumb circled that tight bundle of nerves.

"Like you did that night in your study,” she said.

“Yes. I can lick this sweet cunny and bring you to release. Do you want me to do that right now? We can try it in new positions too.”

She was bucking against his hand, trying to chase her climax. “No, please don’t stop. But keep talking.”

“I imagined bending you over my desk and pushing into you from behind.”

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