“I... I would like to taste something else, Kenneth,” she said, her cheeks flushing. She reached up and found his jaw, felt the faint stubble there.
“What is it that you wish to taste, Madeline? We have plenty of pastries and chocolate.”
“No,” she retorted, afraid that she sounded like a petulant child. Her hands traveled down his body until they were on his powerful thighs. “I want to taste you, like you tasted me at dinner.”
Kenneth went completely rigid. She heard the hitch in his throat and his ragged breathing. Perhaps she could see him lose all control. Feel him, at least. She liked how the blindfold made her feel more powerful. Bolder.
“Madeline,” he said, his voice thick. He was trying to restrain himself. She could not help but smile. “You do not have to do that. We are outdoors, and you never have to subject yourself to—”
“I want to,” she interrupted, her voice strong and firm. Her hands moved down the front of his breeches. He was already rock-hard and heavy, straining against the fabric. “You would not refuse me. It is still part of the game.”
He groaned, and the sound of it was music to Madeline’s ears. She felt him lean back on one hand, the other working the fastenings of his breeches until he sprang free. She found him with her hands, startled by the heat and the size of him, and bent to take him into her mouth. A drop of moisture met her tongue. She did not know quite what she was doing, but she meant to learn.
“Slowly.” His hand came to the back of her head, his fingers threading into her loosened hair. “Use your tongue. Yes, like that.”
She obeyed and was rewarded with a low, broken sound from above her. It thrilled her that she could pull such a thing from a man who guarded every reaction. She sucked the tip where the droplet had come from, her hand gripping the rest of his length, and took him deeper.
“Good girl,” he rasped, and the praise sent heat curling low in her belly. His grip in her hair tightened, setting the rhythm for her. “Take more of me. Oh, Madeline.”
She let him guide her, let him use her mouth at the pace he chose, and found she loved his helpless groans.
Kenneth had not known that so innocent a woman could bring him to the edge in the middle of the afternoon. He held himself back through sheer will, watching his prim, sunny wife on her knees in the grass with her mouth full of his cock. It was nearly his undoing.
“Madeline.” His voice came out wrecked. He fisted his hand in her hair and drew her head back, just enough. “Enough. I am close, and I will not finish in your mouth your first time unless you—”
He tried to pull her back, but she was determined. He knew that she was inexperienced and might not know what happened to men when they reached the pinnacle of pleasure. She gripped the base of his cock while her mouth continued working on him until he could no longer take it. His body surrendered to the pleasure as he came deep into her mouth. He thought she would be disgusted, but she swallowed every drop of his release.
Kenneth lay on the blanket, completely spent. His breath came harsh and heavy, almost as if there was a wild animal racing in his chest. Madeline finally pulled away, licking her lips as she sat back on her heels. He would never forget the almost feral look on her face.
Once he recovered, he rolled off the blanket and lunged forward so fast that she yelped in surprise. He pinned her beneath his body, pressing her against the blanket this time.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me, Madeline?” He pushed the hem of her green dress up to her waist, baring her to the sun.
“Kenneth?”
“Hush,” he commanded, as his fingers sought the split in her drawers. She was soaked, dripping for him, which told him she had enjoyed sucking him every bit as much as he had enjoyed it. He pushed two fingers inside her in one slow stroke and watched her face as he did it.
Her mouth fell open, and her hips rose to take him deeper. He set his thumb against her nub and worked her in slow, deliberate circles, the way he already knew would undo her, and she gave him everything in return—every gasp, every helpless twist of her body, every moan she could not manage to hold back. He could feel her clenching around his fingers, wet enough now that the slide of them was obscene in the quiet of the garden.
“Kenneth, not here,” she begged, even as her thighs fell open wider to take him. “I cannot—”
Instead of pulling away, he did not give her time to breathe. He thrust his fingers in and out of her with a relentless speed.
“Not here? Isn’t that what I said, earlier, Madeline?” he growled into her ear. He drove his fingers deeper, knowing that he was about to push her up the precipice once more.She cried out, clenching around his hand in waves while he worked her through every last shudder. He did not stop until her cries softened and her thighs went slack against the blanket.
Only then did he draw his hand free, his fingers slick with her, and reach up to pull the blindfold from her eyes. She squinted up at him in the bright sun, dazed and disheveled, her hair wrecked and her lips still swollen.
“Next time,” Kenneth said, “we are using a bed.”
Chapter 19
“No, Madeline. That is enough,” Kenneth said, his voice in its usual flat monotone, his eyes focused on the correspondence in his hand. “I do not attend social gatherings. I believe I have made my aversion to their frivolities sufficiently clear.”
Kenneth could not look up at his wife. He knew that if he did, he would remember that moment they tasted each other and how beautiful she looked under the afternoon sunlight in the throes of passion. Since that day, tension hung heavy between them. Huntington House no longer felt like a place where they were all lounging around or working in quiet desperation. Emotions were running beneath the surface, and he was not accustomed to it. It was terrifying to think that while he avoided her, he wanted to tear down his own walls so he could see her smile again.
Today, he had more Parliament reports to study. He could now easily discuss each of them line by line. The cup of tea beside him was barely touched, and he wondered if he should ask for another.
However, he could not really forbid her from coming to him, and now she was here, asking him to attend a ball. He groaned inwardly.
