Page 20 of Joy to the Earl
He stretched out on the bed, raising his hands above his head and pointing his feet and toes so that he was the absolute maximum length it was possible for him to be.He held the position for a moment and then let out a satisfied sigh.“People underestimate a good stretch,” he said, sounding almost as satisfied as he had a moment ago.
She rose to a kneeling position so she could more easily regard his naked form.He had very little fat about him, though he had definitely passed the peak of what was considered a perfect specimen of manhood, which is to say a man no older than twenty-five.She could see deeper lines around his eyes and between his brow, and there were certainly a few silvery hairs mixed in with the darker brown that furred his chest and continued along in a more narrow line to then widen out again around his cock.
Curious, she reached over and caressed the member, softened now to something which might be considered half staff.His skin was amazingly smooth there, even without the slick juices that now covered it, making her fingers slide along his shaft from the tip down to the root.He made a sound that was half surprise, half satisfaction.
“You can play with it all you like.Do you like the way it feels in your hand?I won’t complain if you put your fingers all the way around and circle me and then slide, oh yes, just like that.”He licked his lips and his hips rose a little bit in response to her touch.“Fuck, I think you’re making me hard again already.”
“I am going to touch you longer,” she said, very curious as to the mechanism of his arousal.“I’d like to see you come undone the way you did to me before.I think I’ll only use my hand.Is that a position you’ve considered?”
“I have most definitely considered you finishing me with your hand.I think in my dream we were both standing up, but I’m perfectly content to have you pleasure me while I lie down.Your fingers are so soft and smooth.Do me a favor, circle the tip.Oh, yes.I like that.I should warn you, after having just spilled, darling, it might take a while before I’ll finish again.You may be attending to me for longer than you expected.”
He sounded drugged with pleasure, and she said, “I will attend you as long as I want to.I’m rather intrigued by how you feel.You do seem to be growing stiffer.”
He most certainly was, a fact that she registered with a level of smug satisfaction.She continued stroke him, often taking a moment to run her fingers around the tip of him, because that seemed to bring out an exquisite level of need, to judge by the way he twisted and moaned underneath her.
“You can touch my stones as well.Cup them if you like.It feels very good.”
She did so, and was rewarded with a groan so deep he had to grab a pillow to muffle it.She squeezed and he gave a yelp of startled pleasure.He was by now as hard as he’d been before, his cock rigid and straining.She kept one hand on his stones and circled the other about his cock moving up and down, a varied rhythm.
He gave her short muttered instructions, or rather suggestions, because she didn’t always obey them.Largely because she very much enjoyed the surprised sounds he made when she didn’t.But it was clear that everything she was doing was welcome, and he was breathing fast and shallow, telling her that any moment now he was liable to finish.
“You’ll see me spill all over my stomach,” he said in a desperate tone.“That’s what happened last night when I was forced to do this for myself.I was lying down just like this, my hand fucking my cock like you’re doing.I was thinking about all the things I would do to you, I couldn’t make one fucking sound because of where I was.And who I wasn’t with.Do you want to see me spill?”
She did.“What do I have to do to finish you?”
“Circle me, and go fast.Pump me, and don’t hold back for fear of hurting.I assure you I can take it and I want to.”
She did as he asked, and watched as his chest started to rise and fall even faster, and he bit his lip, as he tilted his head back, straining against some invisible force.“Faster.Even faster.Oh my God, I’m so close.Grab my stones.Don’t stop stroking…oh, my Christ.”He went completely rigid and his back arched.She felt the surge of seed come through his cock, and then saw the liquid spurt out and on his stomach.He gave a long growl of satisfaction, and then put his own hands over hers, directing her in the final few motions.Then he exhaled in a long sigh, and opened his eyes.
“You did that for me, Joy,” he said softly.“You wanted to watch me come, yes.But really you wanted to make me come.”
She nodded.“I wanted you to feel very, very good.”
“I do.Now what I’d like is for you to lay beside me.Let me hold you.Bring your leg up on my stomach.We are both very dirty by now, aren’t we?”
“It’s all right.”
“I promise I’ll clean you up before we’re done.”
“I don’t mind.I think it’s rather interesting.But you should get some sleep.You’ll want to get started on the road very early, won’t you?”
“Mmmmm.”His murmur could have been agreement, but since it quickly turned into a kiss, she didn’t get to question him further.And as his kisses grew hotter and bolder, she soon forgot all about what tomorrow would bring.
Chapter 6
Sunday
Christmas Eve
Joy slept deeply and well, vaguely aware of Douglas shifting in bed beside her, always keeping her close, his arms around her like a protective circle.Their night had been interrupted from time to time, as one of them woke and aroused the other, eager to please and be pleased.It must have been around three that they subsided into a deeper slumber.
When she emerged from sleep at last, she blinked slowly, watching the window pane as the sky turned first pink, and then lavender, and then a clear, true blue, dotted with long thin white clouds.
The storm had blown over, just in time for Christmas Eve.How nice.
Joy smiled, but then the meaning of the words in her head crashed into her.
It was far past dawn, and Douglas said his home was a full day’s ride away.He’d missed his chance to rejoin his son in time for the holiday.
