Page 6 of To Tame a Wicked Widow

Madeline shook her head. “No. That will begin shortly afterward. There is simply no point in attempting to instruct you when your cock is in its present state. Men can think with their balls or their brain at any given moment. Not both.”

“Harsh…but perhaps fair,” Ethan replied, his lips twitching as he undid his robe sash.

Leaning forward on her padded dressing table stool, she eagerly pushed aside the folds of soft fabric. Then she cupped his engorged cock in her hands and stroked him up and down. Even the thought of such thickness filling her pussy made her squirm in delight, and the desire to make him climax so they could then pleasure at leisure increased tenfold. As pearly moisture gathered at the swollen head of his cock, she darted out her tongue and lapped it away. Hmmm. He tasted surprisingly delicious, all clean and musky and salty, and her grip firmed to encourage more to seep out.

Ethan gave a strangled groan, and his hips jerked forward. Relaxing her jaw, Madeline took him inside her mouth, hollowing her cheeks for extra suction, and his breathing became ragged, his fingers tangling in her hair as his cock thrust in and out of her mouth.

“Yes,” he gritted out. “Just like that…Fucking perfect…”

Her pussy pulsing, her nipples hard as diamonds, Madeline sucked him greedily. But her gaze never left his face, the sight of his raw arousal far too intoxicating. “Mmmmmm.”

“Wait, Madeline, I’m going to…” he rasped, as though he expected her to release him and have him come in her palms. Instead, she drew harder on his cock, one hand squeezing the base while the other caressed his balls, and he climaxed with a low roar, his seed erupting into her mouth in several strong spurts of bliss.

Now Ethan looked a trifle dazed, and she smiled as she disengaged, delicately licking a few stray drops from the head of his erection before letting it hang freely against his thigh. Although in fairness, he wasn’t the only one unsure which way was up. Never before had she taken such enjoyment in sucking a cock. Nor had she allowed a man to spill in her mouth. In the past it had been a chore, a perfunctory task of preparation so a lover would be able to take her hard and fast the way she liked.

But that had been incredibly sensual. And the overwhelming sense of feminine satisfaction that coursed through her veins when he praised her, when her ministrations shoved him helplessly over the edge…well. Her submissive self had twirled in delight.

“Madeline,” said Ethan hoarsely, and she marveled at the sight of his cock beginning to harden again. Good grief. Perhaps she had been entirely too hasty in her judgement of younger men.

Nodding, she stood up. “I know. But perhaps we should have a little brandy now. And then, my dear Ethan, you are going to be a good student and learn how to fuck a woman properly.”

* * *

Still shaking, mind whirling, Ethan attempted to get his bearings.

In the privacy of his rooms, he’d made himself come on many occasions, but the sensation and relief of that didn’t hold a candle to the experienced touch of a beautiful, eager woman. The wet warmth of Madeline’s mouth…the lash of her tongue…having his cock sucked had been wondrous enough. What would it be like to be deep inside her scalding hot cunt, his hands on her lush breasts, her thighs wrapped around his waist?

Swallowing hard, he watched her stroll to her writing desk and then pour two drinks from a crystal decanter. She returned to hand him a tumbler with a generous serve.

“Excellent drop,” he said, savoring the tart bite of the brandy. “From my cousin’s cellar?”

Madeline laughed. “Sir Josiah disapproved of imbibing. I’m afraid you have discovered yet another of my vices.”

He shrugged. “You’ll hear no complaint from me. Can’t imagine ever bothering with the waters of Bath when restoratives like cock sucking and good brandy are available. I’m already a new man.”

“You are indeed,” she murmured, her gaze caught between his legs, and his cock twitched with anticipation.

Hell. How incredibly fortunate that this woman would be his first lover. Her sensual enthusiasm, and her warmth and wit had made this far less awkward and embarrassing than it might have been in a cold financial transaction. In exchange he wanted to learn enough about Madeline’s preferences to satisfy her. Repeatedly.

“You’ll make me blush,” said Ethan, and after setting down his empty glass, he took his erection in hand, curved his fingers around it and slowly pumped.

She made a faint whimpering sound, and her thighs pressed together. Oh indeed, the lady appeared ready and willing. Even now a faint, delectably spicy scent perfumed the air, and his mouth watered at the thought of tasting her in return.

“Shall we retire to bed, then?” she said softly.

“As soon as you remove your nightgown.”

“Oh? Am I a Tattersall’s thoroughbred to be inspected?” Madeline teased.

“Indeed,” he replied gravely. “I wish to know the color and size of your nipples, before and after I suck them. And then you’ll part your legs and show me your cunt. I think you might be rather wet and it’s making me very, very hungry.”

Madeline quivered and closed her eyes briefly. Then she removed her nightgown and draped it over a chair, revealing, as he’d suspected, the figure of a goddess. Lush, lush breasts, with large rosy brown nipples, narrow waist, and full, flaring hips. A thatch of red curls covered her mound, perhaps a shade darker than her hair, her skin a delicate cream in contrast. “Seen your fill?”

“Never,” he replied. As if any man could get tired of such a view.

Color flashed across her cheekbones, and she quickly turned and strolled over to the thankfully large four-poster bed to perch on the end. He followed, then nudged her thighs open so he could stand between them. Madeline leaned back with her hands flat on the bed, an action that tilted her perfect breasts up and offered those big swollen nipples for his attention.

“May I?” he asked, his voice so thick with want it was a miracle she understood.