Page 18 of Joy to the Earl
“That’s enough for me.What are you curious about?”
“How you’ll feel.”
As she spoke, he slid her skirts up and encouraged her to kneel on the bed, effectively straddling his lap.
“Do you want me to take my gown off?”she asked, thinking that this was not an equal situation.
He didn’t seem to mind.“Leave it on for now.I’ll unwrap my present slowly.”He ran his hands up under the fabric, skimming her legs and her waist, teasing her with a light touch.
She exhaled slowly, savoring the sensation.
“Did he ever touch you like this?”Douglas asked.
“Not like this.”
“Did he run his fingers into your snatch and draw out all the moisture?”he asked, watching her reaction.
She shook her head, unsettled by the blunt language, but undeniably excited.
“Should I do that now?”he asked softly.
She nodded.And then moaned when she felt his fingers there, very lightly.The gown hid his movements from her sight, but her body thrummed with need as he began to stroke her.
“Did he play with you and circle you like this, teasing you for too long while you begged him to just touch that little sweet, hard pearl right there and let you feel that release?”As he spoke, he did all the things he spoke of, and he must have known from the way she was gasping and thrusting her hips in response that this type of touch was not something she could ever have enough of.
“He may have touched me once or twice at the beginning,” Joy managed to say, “when he was first with me, because I was a virgin and I didn’t know anything.But he never lingered there the way you’re doing now.He never brought me to completion with his touch.I sometimes did it myself, after he left the room.”
Douglas gave a little sound that might have been disapproval or desire.“He was a fool.Do you like what I’m doing?Does it feel good?”he asked, his voice hot and intense as he continued to stroke her.
She nodded.She was finding it difficult to speak, because he increased his speed, and she had to punctuate each word, she spoke with a little gasp, “Will you touch me like this until I…”
“Oh, yes.I want to feel you clenching against my fingers,” he told her, his voice dropping to a growl.“I want all this wetness to flow out, so that when I slide my cock into you, it will be the smoothest thing you’ve ever felt.But mostly, I want to hear you as you come.I want to know all the little sounds you make when you’re enjoying yourself.I want you to say my name, if you think I’ve earned it.Can you do that for me, Joy?”Now he slowed down, his fingers sliding in and out, dragging against that spot inside her that made her eyelashes flutter closed every time he crossed it.His thumb circled the hard bud outside, and the combination was driving her mad.But it was so good that she didn’t want it to end.
“I’m afraid that if I come undone, it will mean that I’m done.”
He lifted her off him and laid her onto her back, then leaned over her as he pushed her skirts up around her waist.“You are not done, Joy.You’re waking up after a decade of being forced to sleep.I’m no prince, but you were definitely a sleeping beauty.And I want to wake you up, and I want to steal you away from where you’ve been locked up.And I want to make you mine over and over.Let me see you fulfilled.”
He started pleasuring her again.Joy lifted her hips the next time he slid his fingers deeper, and she moaned at the nearly overwhelming wash of pleasure that came over her.
He was attuned to the subtle change and the fact that she was not merely accepting his touch but now working to meet it.He slid his other hand under her bottom and lifted her up, and then lowered his head so that his mouth covered the spot where his thumb had been teasing her.She gave a short cry as she felt his lips against her most sensitive and aroused spot, and began to whimper when he sucked gently.
He lifted his head for one moment.“That’s it, love.Let me bring you home.All you have to do is enjoy it.”Then his mouth was on her again, and she gave herself up to sensation.
She knew she was saying something, many things as he sucked and stroked, but she couldn’t recall what those things were.All she knew was that at the end, she did indeed call out his name, because his tongue and his lips and his fingers made her burst apart, a ripe fruit with juices flowing out.The intensity of her orgasm was unlike anything she could recall.Yes, she had come before in her life, sometimes alone and sometimes with another.But this felt new and precious.
He seemed to enjoy letting his tongue slide over the hard pearl at her core, each little lap making her hitch her breath and beg for mercy.His fingers were still inside her; he didn’t remove them.He seemed quite content to remain kneeling and bent over her, like a supplicant wanting absolution.
At last, at last he straightened up, his eyes gleaming in the faint light as he regarded her with the complete satisfaction of a man who has achieved his aim.He licked his lips and then pulled his fingers free, raising them to his mouth so he could suck them.“You taste so sweet.I can’t wait to taste you again.”
“Is that true?”she asked, breathless at the idea.
“I’d never lie about that, Joy.Tell me, did your Welsh maid lick your snatch like that?Was her tongue as quick and hot as mine?”
“It was softer, somehow.But I like yours as well.”
“If she were still in your service, I would very much like to know if she would consent to join us once or twice.I’d love to watch as you pleasure each other.There are few things in this world as decadent as watching women enjoy themselves.”
“You wouldn’t be jealous?That you weren’t the author of the pleasure?”
