Page 78 of Romancing the Rifleman
“You’ve been so good to me,” she purred, pulling his cock out of his trousers.“So thoughtful.So caring.”She pressed a kiss against his tip.“You deserve some appreciation.”
He was breathing hard, head tipped back, eyes closed.“I do?”
“Mmm.”She ran her tongue up the length of the underside of his cock, pausing to swirl it at the base of his head.“You’re such a wonderful husband.So very, very good to me.And so, I’m going to make things very, very good for you.”
He made a strangled sound, and his hips shifted desperately on the sofa.She decided to put him out of his misery, closing her lips around him and sliding down.She stroked him with her hand at the same time, and the bead of moisture that had formed at his tip made his length slippery.
“Diana!”he gasped, threading his fingers into her hair.“I… I’m not going to last long.That feelsso good, what you’re doing, I?—”
She responded by wrapping her lips around his tip and sucking, and he broke off with a cry.She gave him no quarter, sliding her hand down to the place behind his sack and massaging him deeply there, the way she knew he liked so well.
“Jesus fuck!”he shouted, squirming on the sofa.“Diana, I… I… You’re going to make me…”
He cried out in pleasure as his hips bucked against the sofa.She sucked down every drop of his release, rubbing him firmly with her hand, then gentling her touch when he started to squirm.
He was boneless afterward, collapsed against the sofa with his head lolling to the side.After a moment, he stirred himself enough to scoop her up and place her on his lap.He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair.She smiled against his neck as she listened to his breathing gradually slow.
He pressed a kiss against her temple.“Thank you.”
She turned her head to kiss him back.“Thankyou.I meant what I said, you know.If you’re going to insist on being so wonderful, you’d best be prepared, because I won’t be able to stop myself from shoving you down on the sofa and having my wicked way with you.”
He laughed.“You’re providing me with a powerful incentive to behave.”
She twined her fingers in his curly hair.“Upon further consideration, I should not like for you to behaveallthe time.I’m also quite fond of your rakish side.”
His eyes were closed, and a soft smile graced his lips.“And if I misbehave, you could always…”
He trailed off, and she felt him stiffen beneath her.Was it Diana’s imagination, or did a faint flush rise to his cheeks?
“I could always?”she prompted.
It wasn’t her imagination.He was blushing.“Nothing.”
She could not help but think of the page he had marked in his book of naughty prints.The print that showed the gentleman bent forward while his lover paddled him with a birch.Had the words he had stopped himself from uttering been,you could always punish me?
Diana thought of the print again, of the pure, unadulterated bliss on the man’s face as he received a spanking.Which Diana had to admit, she did not understand.
But if it was something Harrington would like, something that would bring him pleasure, then she wasn’t opposed to trying it.
She summoned her courage.“Because if there is something you would like to try?—”
“There’s not,” he said at once.“What you just did for me was wonderful.”
She tried to catch his eye, but his gaze was fixed on the empty grate in the fireplace.“I’m glad.But if there is something that could make it even better?—”
“Better than that?”He laughed.“Impossible.”She started to speak, but he silenced her with a deep kiss.
He rose from the sofa, lifting her high in his arms, and strode toward their bedroom.“Now, quit distracting me, minx.I have plans for you.”
She decided to let it go, as Harrington clearly didn’t want to discuss it.“Plans, you say?What sort of plans?”
He tossed her onto their bed and lay on top of her.“The kind you’re going to enjoy.”
She raised a haughty eyebrow because she knew he secretly liked it.“You think so, do you?”
His grin was a mixture of wickedness and delight as he reached down and started rucking up her skirts.“Iknowso.”
In the end, Diana was not too proud to admit that her husband had been right.
