Page 18 of Joy to the Earl

Rosalind shuddered as a powerful wave of lust surged through her. Perhaps it was just the powder, but she was about ready to tear her own clothing off and spread her thighs for him right here on the freezing cold balcony. “It’s what I would prefer also.”

“I don’t know if I can be gentle,” he warned, his entire body taut with tension. “What if I hurt you? I’m so much bigger and clumsy, and the way I feel right now is goddamned primitive.”

“You won’t hurt me, I know you won’t. And I, ah, I don’t want you to be gentle. I want you to suck and bite and finger me like you did in the stables. Then take me.”

Jack’s breath hissed between his teeth. “Last chance, Rosalind. Go now, or you are going to have my cock inside you for the rest of the afternoon and all night.”

She didn’t say a word, just held out her hand, and together they walked back into the manor.

* * *

Jack had never been so uncomfortable in his life.

His cock was hard enough to drive nails, the head so swollen and sensitive every step rubbed the placket of his borrowed breeches against it, and the fabric felt like damned sanding paper.

“I didn’t realize,” he gritted out to Rosalind as she stumbled along beside him, “how many miles it was to your bedchamber.”

“I know,” she whimpered, a thin sheen of perspiration shining on her face, the way she was worrying her lower lip with her teeth, indicating she was equally miserable. “My stays are torturing me, but we can’t take off anything yet, not until we get behind a locked door. Fliss roams.”

He nodded, although even that slight movement hurt, when his skin felt so tight. Hell, even his eyelashes felt heavy. As for the chest hair scraping him, and the linen torturing his nipples, he had to remove his shirt and waistcoat and jacket, not to mention the bloody cravat strangling him, before he went Bedlamite. “Here. Here we go.”

The fire in Rosalind’s bedchamber was smoldering, so he quickly jabbed it with an iron poker to stoke the flames and warm the room. Then he yanked at his jacket, trying not to tear it in his haste to get the damned thing off. His hands were trembling, and he cursed several times at how long it took to remove his clothing, but the caress of cool air on bare skin felt so good, he sighed.

“Jack…can you…?” said Rosalind, presenting her back to him. “Just tear them. Please. I can’t bear it.”

For once his big hands were useful as he gripped her gown from the neck and wrenched it downward. The emerald green silk tore easily, and he swiftly did the same to her stays and chemise, until she stood naked in the center of the room. Unable to stop himself, he stroked her smooth, creamy back, learned the width of her rounded hips and cupped her lush backside.

She moaned loudly, and the guttural sound went straight to his cock.

“Bloody hell,” he swore as his thigh cramped unmercifully, and he staggered back and collapsed onto the edge of the bed. But seconds later Rosalind knelt between his legs, and her hands and lips were on his cock.

“Let me taste you.”

Jack’s head fell back, one hand tangling in Rosalind’s hair as her slender fingers gripped the base of his cock and her warm, wet tongue lapped his length. Finally her soft, plump lips enveloped the engorged head coated in his own moisture, and he jerked, hissing in pained ecstasy as she began to suck the extraordinarily sensitive flesh.

“More,” he said roughly, as she took him deeper down her throat, her lips and tongue working in unison with her cheeks as she hollowed them to increase the suction. “Oh, yes. Just like that. Mmmm. I’m going to come…”

His hips jerking, all he could do was give into the glorious wrenching spasms, cradling Rosalind’s head as she swallowed the seed that exploded into her mouth in great, long streams. And she took it, every drop, humming her pleasure as she eased back and licked the head of his cock clean. “Delicious.”

As his splintered mind joined back together, the sheer relief of his cock feeling relatively normal again clarified his thoughts. Leaning down, he brought Rosalind to her feet, then gently pushed her onto the bed. “My turn.”

Settling between her thighs, Jack braced his hands either side of her shoulders then lowered his head and took one taut nipple into his mouth. He scraped it with his teeth and sucked hard, exulting in her needy cries as she begged him for more. Back and forth between her nipples he went, until they were no longer a dusky pink, but almost wine-colored, yet it wasn’t nearly enough. Not when the hot, musky scent of her cunt lured him lower.

Trailing his lips across her abdomen, he moved down the bed and blew gently on the thatch of dark hair covering her mound, parting the curls to reveal the wet folds beneath. She was soaked, and he couldn’t wait to have his first taste.

With two fingers holding the flesh of Rosalind’s labia apart, he bent his head and licked her, all the way from her back entrance right up to her clitoris. She cried out, her hips bucking almost as hard as his own had.

“Jack, please!”

“This won’t do,” he muttered, shifting so he could wedge his shoulders between her thighs, keeping them spread well apart with his hands so he could feast at will. Her pink folds were so soft and silky-wet that his tongue glided easily, and the taste of her was like heaven, spicy and earthy and sweet all at the same time. As he inexpertly but frantically lapped her clitoris and plunged his tongue inside her cunt, seeking more of the fragrant nectar, he wondered if he would ever get enough. “More. I need more.”

Rosalind panted, she writhed, she wrapped her hands around his head and ground herself against his mouth. He followed her instructions for harder and softer and left and right and up a little farther and Oh God, Jack, there, right there as best as he could, while his cock rapidly hardened, stimulated by the slightly rough embroidered quilt beneath him.

And then she was coming, screaming his name, her heels digging into the bed as pulses of orgasm shook her, sucking his tongue inside and massaging it with her inner walls. At last he wrenched his face away from her, shoving his hand between his legs to fist his cock before moving up to rub it between her legs and ensure it was nice and slick with her honey.

“Don’t tease,” she gasped. “Fuck me.”

Jack nodded, fitting the aching head of his cock to her wide-open, greedy cunt and pushing it several inches into her. He nearly passed out at the heady sensation of scalding heat and tightness like a perfect glove around his cock, explaining in a second why a man could happily spend hours fucking his woman.