Page 77 of An Unwilling Earl
“I just thought that it might be too soon for you.”
She glanced down at his erection, prominent through the blankets. “But not too soon for you.”
“Charlotte…”
“I want to do it again. I…liked it.”
“I liked it, too,” he admitted.
“My aunt would call it sinful. Fornicating is only allowed for begetting children. One shouldn’t enjoy it.”
“First of all, you are forbidden to say the word ‘fornicating’ ever again.”
She burst out in a laugh and ended in a giggle, covering her mouth with the blanket, her eyes dancing above.
“I will never say that word again,” she said. “I’ve never liked it anyway.”
“And let’s not mention your aunt while we are in bed together.”
Her eyes crinkled. “I agree.”
He rolled toward her and winced at his painful erection. “Let’s not mention your aunt unless we absolutely have to.”
She made a motion of locking her lips and throwing away the key. Jacob reached for her to kiss her. He loved kissing Charlotte. She was so receptive to his kisses, to his touch, to everything. She was animated and full of life, and he loved everything about her.
She reached between them to skim his erection with the back of her knuckles.
“Be careful,” he warned. “It might end before it even starts.”
“It’s very hard,” she said in wonder.
“Good God, woman.”
“Am I not supposed to say that?”
“You can say anything you want. You just surprise me sometimes.”
“Can I touch it again?” Her eyes were full of wonder, and her breath was becoming shallow, as if she were excited as well.
He gritted his teeth and braced himself for her touch. She explored him with her fingertips, all of the ridges and dips and hollows. With just one finger she touched his tip, making him jump.
“Oh.” She pulled back and grinned, then reached out and touched him again.
Jacob ran his fingers through the hair between her legs and found her wet again. He was astonished at how ready she was after such a short time. He gently touched her hidden nub, and she gasped. He pulled away, thinking he’d hurt her since she had to be tender down there.
“Do it again,” she said.
Instead he slid down the bed, pulling the covers over his head as he settled between her legs.
“Jacob! What are you doing?” She grabbed his ears and tried to pull him up, but he nudged her legs apart and blew on her curls.
She stilled. “Oh. Oh.”
Jacob flicked his tongue out to lick her. She gasped, and her hands went from his ears to cup his head, locking him in place. Separating her slit with his tongue, he sucked her nubbin, and she squirmed beneath him. He began a rhythmic sucking, and her hips moved with him. He could hear her moaning above him. Her movements made his cock rub against the bedsheets, and it took every ounce of self-control to not lose his seed all over the bed.
She was so responsive to him and quickly was racing toward her completion, grinding her puss into his face, rocking her hips until she went rigid, and he heard her muffled scream. She contracted around his finger, and he almost lost his self-control right then.
He surged up and buried himself in her, closing his eyes as her tight warmth folded around him like a glove. His entire body bore down. His eyes lost focus, and everything around him dissolved. It was as if every bit of him had drained out of him, and he went limp.
