Page 63 of Married to the Duke By Midnight

He kept his eyes on Jo as he bent to press a kiss above each of her knees and could hear her swift intake of breath.

“Are you impatient, Jo?” he asked and sent her a wicked grin.

Jo’s mouth opened and closed several times as she looked almost horrified, then she blushed even deeper as she nodded.

“All in due time,” Robert mumbled as he kissed his way up her leg. She was dying for it, he was certain, but it was endearing how she tried to keep herself back.

Jo gasped loudly when he reached her inner thigh.

“Remember, no sounds, if you do not want the staff to know,” he whispered against her soft flesh.

Jo did not answer.

“Jo?” he asked and nibbled on her skin.

“Yes,” she answered frantically, opening her legs and scooting down in the seat. She wanted this so much.

She shrieked – in surprise or delight, he could not say – when his mouth met her core. He shushed her with his mouth still on her and knew his voice would reverberate through her sex. Jo whimpered in a more subdued manner as he continued exploring her. He quickly learned how she wanted it and used that knowledge to tease her and draw out her pleasure.

The sounds she created made his own desire rise. He was so hard it was painful. Even though he had promised himself it would be about Jo, he could not help but place a hand on his groin and squeeze gently.

Jo, ever observant, asked:

“Should I… touch you?”

“No,” Robert growled against her sensitive flesh. “Let me do this for you.”

“But I want to…”

“I know,” was all he said and sucked her sensitive pearl into his mouth, making certain she was not able to speak.

By the sound of her breathing, she was already close. Her hips moved impatiently against his mouth; her body was eager to be filled, even if her mind was not ready for it. Robert wished he could have used his fingers on her as well, to give her at least some of the fullness she craved. Now all he had was his tongue.

Jo cried out as he pushed it inside of her. She buried her hands in his hair and kept his head in place. Robert took it as a sign that he should continue.

Fuck, it was intoxicating to know that he could turn her mind off so completely, make her needy and greedy and horny. Make her take what she wanted without question.

“Would you like me to do this every day?” Robert teased her before finding her pearl again.

Jo’s only reply was a long, low moan. Robert took it as a yes.

Heavens, he would relish waking her like this every morning. And then when she was lying in front of him, sated, warm, and beautiful, he would climb on top of her and take her and make her spend again. It would be the best start to the day.

His cock was straining painfully against his breeches. Robert squeezed it again, but it was not enough. With his head still buried between Jo’s legs, he opened his breeches and squeezed and stroked himself through his small clothes. It seemed his destiny to spend in his undergarments whenever Jo was present, but right now he could not care.

Jo moaned and writhed against Robert’s mouth. He placed one hand on her dress-clad stomach to feel the growing tension in her muscles. Her legs clamped tight around his head, and Robert felt almost drunk by the knowledge that she was so close. That he was able to please her in this way too.

“Yes,” Jo groaned when Robert swirled his tongue in a particular firm motion. He felt her grip on his hair tighten and it drove him insane.

He was stroking himself faster and faster through his small clothes as he worked Jo toward the edge.

“Yes,” Jo gasped again; her back arched and Robert felt her body shake and tense against him.

Robert continued licking and teasing her through her orgasm. As Jo settled back into the sofa with a satisfied sigh, he rested his head against her inner thigh, pumped himself hard a few times and spent with a loud, subdued groan.

They were quiet for several minutes. Both of them too tired to move.

“But I wanted to…” Jo said breathily at length.