Page 69 of A Bluestocking for the Wicked Duke
He smiled and shook his head.
“Trust me dear, it’s not for lack of want. But we aren’t ready yet. When we are, we will make glorious love under the sun,” he said.
Joane smiled.
She was no conquest.
“Even if we cannot make love, I can still pleasure you,” she told him.
She eased down from his arms. Then she trailed kisses slowly from his lips down to his chest, all the while rubbing his member in her palm in a sensual massage. The sleeping cock rose up quickly, becoming hard as bone under her ministrations.
When she was sure it was hard enough. She continued the travelling of her lips, trailing her wet mouth past his navel, below his abdomen until she got to the hinge of his cock. William shook when her lips met him. She started with kisses, pattering his rod with slow, wet kisses. Then the kisses became longer till they became sucks. When she enveloped him in her mouth, William was holding her head tight in a vise-like grip.
Joane was determined to give him full pleasure. She moved her mouth around him, flicking his underside with her tongue. She heard him moan in short gasps of air.
“Joane, Joane,” he cried.
She removed her mouth from him and rubbed her hands quickly around him before returning him to her mouth. She kept him in her mouth till she felt him swell and build. She didn’t stop till he stopped calling her name.
“Joane, Joane.”
Chapter 16
Found out
The horse trotted slowly back to Joane’s house at Buckingham. William made sure to control it so it didn’t go as fast as it wanted.
I wish we could be together for much longer than this.
That was what he wanted but Joane told him to take her home.
“I’ve spent too long already. I don’t know if father has found out I left with you but, as much as I wish to stay, the longer I stay the more certain he will find out,” she said.
They were almost out of the field now; William could see the last line of wheat heads marking the farm.
“What of your friend? She wouldn’t like that you went with me,” William said.
Joane turned her neck to William. She was surprised that he said that.
Or that I know her friend isn’t in support of this.
“Why would you think so?”
William smiled. He leaned in to her and kissed her gently and fully. He could smell her strong rosy scent, flowing around her and coursing through his nostrils. Her scent made him heady and travelled down to make him hard again. William strengthened his grip on her, pulling her closer.
“I see it in her expression. I don’t think Miss Emma is someone given to pretence. If she is she is poor at it, she is as readable as Braille to a blind man,” he answered.
Joane laughed and lovingly rubbed her hand on his neck, leaving an area of incensed skin. William held her hand and kissed it.
“She will come around William.”
“I hope she does,” William answered.
He thought about what happened between them in the last hour. He had a chance to achieve the ultimate revenge.
I could have taken her maidenhead. I could have stolen her virginity and run very far away from her. Vengeance could not be more satisfying.
But his heart had failed him at the moment of truth. When she had asked if him he was angry, it wasn’t anger that he felt, it was a realization.
