Page 62 of Married to the Duke By Midnight

Equal parts relief and desire coursed through Robert’s veins as his mouth landed on Jo’s. Her lips were soft and pliant against his as she let him lead their encounter. He hauled her into his lap, so that she straddled him, and by the way she pressed herself against him, she liked it very much.

He was already hard at the thought of pleasuring her again. Bringing that sweet look of astonishment and delight to her face. He reached behind her to run his hands up and down her back but felt his broken nails catch on the fabric of her dress.

Damnation! He could not touch her with these claws. Would he have to stop what they were doing to find a manicure set? Unless…

The thought was so potent and decadent that his cock hardened even further, and he could not help but smile wickedly against Jo’s lips. She seemed unaware of it but merely pressed herself against him, rocking her hips slightly back and forth over him. Robert was not certain whether she was even aware she was doing it. He liked that it was her body’s instinctive reaction to seek his, but he was never going to ask her. He sensed that it would be best to keep Jo’s mind as unoccupied as possible when they were intimate.

They continued kissing while Robert waited for a sign that she was ready to take matters to the bedroom. He ran his hands up and down her back, into her hair that was swiftly coming undone, but never did more than graze the sides of her breasts. Even though Jo said she was ready to deepen their intimate connection, he recognized that he still needed to be slow and gentle with her.

“How would we…” Jo said pantingly as she broke the kiss.

Robert took the opportunity to kiss his way down her neck, which he had found to be highly sensitive. Jo arched her head and pressed herself closer to him.

“If we were to… here… how would we…” she asked in a hoarse voice.

His focus on her neck and her broken-off sentences meant that it took a moment for him to catch up.

“You want to… here?” he mumbled as he pushed her fichu aside and nibbled on her collarbone.

“Mhm,” Jo panted and shifted in his lap, rubbing against his hard cock which made Robert groan slightly. “What we did the other night…”

The elation from her statement felt like a shot of whisky, warming him from inside.

“The sofa is probably the best option,” Robert mumbled as he kissed his way up her neck. “The most comfortable. The chair could work like the other night. The floor perhaps, but it is not ideal. Nor the wall.”

“We will stay on the sofa then,” Jo repeated, nodding, and their eyes met. Her grey-blue eyes were dazed with lust, which only made Robert’s cock strain further against his breeches if it was even possible.

“There is a problem though,” Robert mumbled against the exposed skin at the top of her breast.

“What?” Jo panted, sounding annoyed.

“My hands.” He drew back to let her see. “I can’t use my hands on you. Not with my nails like this…”

He would carry the disappointed look on Jo’s face with him for the rest of his life, Robert knew.

“But there is another way,” Robert said and wriggled his eyebrows as he licked his bottom lip.

Jo only looked puzzled at him and Robert realized that he would have to spell it out for his beautiful, analytical and inexperienced wife.

“I could kneel between your legs,” he whispered against her ear. “And use my tongue on you.”

He felt Jo shiver and heard her swift intake of breath. Oh, she would like that. Very much indeed. Yet she still asked:

“Would you do that?”

“I have been fantasizing about it,” Robert admitted and smiled wickedly.

With Lucretia, he had only ever done it as preparation for intercourse. His former mistress had liked it but had been unable to climax that way. It had hurt Robert’s pride that he had never been able to make her come in that manner. Lucretia had said that there was no reason for him to feel bad over it, since she liked it better when he fucked her anyway.

Part of Robert had always been curious though whether he could make another woman climax in that way and now he had the opportunity.

“You have?” Jo asked.

“I have.” Robert nodded as he rose with Jo in his arms and turned to place her on the sofa, before kneeling on the floor. Jo’s breath was coming faster, and she was looking flushed and slightly disheveled. Perfect.

“The staff might know what we are doing, but if we are quiet, if you are quiet, they might simply think that we are talking,” Robert said as he gently started lifting her dress, careful that his nails would not get caught on the delicate fabric of her stockings or even worse the creamy white skin above them.

“I can be quiet,” Jo breathed and Robert could not help but smile.