Page 25 of Prince of Scandal

This simply wouldn’t do.

She clearly had to show Ashton how open she was to such play. No, that she would welcome it. Beg for it, even.

Glancing up, she placed her hands on his knees. “May I unfasten the fall fully?”

“Yes,” Ashton growled. “Quickly now.”

She shivered, her thighs pressing together at his tone even after several orgasms. Then, frowning in concentration, she attended to each button. The wretched things weren’t overly large so took some time to undo. A smarter woman would have paid more attention to Rupert’s actions in the coatrooms; unfastening his trouser fall was the only thing he’d actually done other than lift her gown. “Nearly done…there we go…oh!”

Her eyes widened at Ashton’s fully revealed cock. Good Lord. Just like the rest of him, it was enormous. Probably a good thing he wasn’t putting that inside her, but how on earth was she supposed to suck it? Rupert possessed a slender, almost elegant cock, and that had felt unmanageable enough down there.

Ashton gripped his cock and squeezed it. “We’ll take this slowly, little one. First, I want you to hold it in your hands. Then kiss the head.”

Obediently, she attempted to wrap both hands around the girth. It was hot and smooth yet so hard, and the way it jerked and pulsed in her hands was absolutely fascinating. Never before had she had the opportunity to study a cock up close. How could they be both attractive and ugly at the same time? So delicate that the slightest touch made a man groan, yet so rampant, too?

“Hmmm,” she said, leaning forward to brush her lips against the damp, swollen head. Some of the moisture trickled into her mouth, and she licked her lips at the salty, earthy taste. Unusual, but not unpleasant at all.

Ashton’s chuckle seemed a fraction pained. “Are you having fun, there?”

Georgiana winked and slowly, deliberately licked his cock from base to tip, reveling in his muffled curse. “I’m finding all this most educational. But a novice needs detailed instructions. To be told exactly how to please her new lover,” she said coyly, before daringly taking one of his hands and placing it behind her head.

Almost immediately, his fingers tangled in her hair, the tug and pull making her scalp prickle so delightfully that she whimpered.

“So,” Ashton mused. “My lady likes having her hair tugged while pleasuring a man?”

“Yes…I like…I like a little pain. And to be…helpless,” she replied awkwardly, wanting to be bold and yet so bloody uncertain after Rupert’s less than enthusiastic reaction to her true desires. How tricky it was, making herself heard without alarming a lover!

“Then suck me,” Ashton commanded, winding her curls around his fingers and tugging more firmly. “And use your tongue.”

Georgiana moaned as she slowly took the head of his cock into her mouth, running her tongue along the underside and closing her lips around the huge column of flesh. Soon he began to move, lightly thrusting further in, forcing her to take more and more until the head nudged the back of her throat. Yet all the time, he tugged her hair, guiding her mouth and praising her efforts. And she wanted to please Ashton, for him to feel the ecstasy she’d experienced earlier. So she sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks to increase the suction, even though it was a bit hard to breathe and her eyes were starting to water.

“Yes,” he groaned. “That’s the way. What a good girl you are. Keep sucking…just a bit deeper…now touch yourself, Georgiana. Stroke your clitoris…yes…you’re so damned beautiful…”

A sob of need lodged in her throat, her whole world reduced to two tasks, sucking Ashton’s cock and touching herself. How could it be that each task enhanced the other? But his engorged shaft seemed throb in time with her swollen clitoris as she sucked and rubbed, setting her entire body aflame, and she was desperate to come, so very, very desperate…

Without warning, Ashton withdrew his cock from her mouth. Then, with a low roar, he spilled all over her breasts, his hot seed lashing her skin like tiny whips. The new sensation traveled directly to her core, and Georgiana cried out as her clitoris pulsed against her fingers, the waves of pleasure lapping across her body.

Oh God.

Abruptly weaker than a newborn, she slumped against him, resting her chin on his thigh and taking in gulps of air like she’d just been rescued from a stormy sea. Soon, his hand rested on her head, smoothing her hair, and she almost purred.

“I like that,” Georgiana mumbled, too weary to offer anything more intelligent. Hours of orgasms had wrung her body out.

“I know you do,” he said, and she could hear the approval in his voice, warming her to the soul. Ashton might not have said the words, but she’d pleased him.

Then her stomach rumbled, and she almost expired of mortification. “Oh dear. Excuse me.”

“My fault,” Ashton said generously. “Not keeping an eye on the time. Can you reach the picnic basket? It’s just at the end of the chaise, there.”

A picnic?

Georgiana perked up at once, stretching to reach the basket and drag it back. Then she shivered. Now her skin was rapidly cooling, the temperature in the stone dwelling wasn’t quite so pleasant. “What did you bring?”

“A moment, little one,” he replied, as he took a cloth and small bottle of water out of the basket. “Let me attend you.”

After helping her to her feet, Ashton gently sponged her whole body. Then he dressed her as well as any lady’s maid. It was so strange yet so lovely, being treated thus by a man. Was this what it was like to be married? Scorching hot pleasure followed by tender care? No wonder Lilian and Pippa were so content.

She stretched and yawned as he swiftly attended to himself and refastened his breeches. “Now you must feed me. I beg you. Otherwise my stomach will cause the earth to move.”