Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Matthew
Next to his wife was a very nice way to wake up, Matthew decided the moment he stirred.
She was warm and soft against him, her silky hair tickling his nose, his hand over her breast, and his cock very nicely wedged between her buttocks.
If he’d known that waking up next to a woman was this enjoyable, he might have done it sooner.
Though likely not.
He had not wanted to give any of the women he’d seduced ideas if they were widows. And the other ladies… well, they discouraged gentlemen from staying overnight, anyway. Their husbands tended to object. Not because they were jealous, but the lack of discretion was very impolite.
Now, Matthew could not help but wonder what those husbands were doing, choosing not to warm their wives’ beds themselves. He could not imagine letting his wife’s bed go empty. Not after tonight.
Keeping her satisfied was going to be very enjoyable. He was quite happy to ensure she did not find any rakes or roues of the ton tempting.
Pressing a kiss to the back of her neck, he rocked the hard ridge of his cock between her buttocks, enjoying her soft moan. She was not quite awake yet, he could tell. Shifting the angle of his hips, he slid himself between her silky thighs, felt the hint of moisture rub along the top of his shaft.
Desire swelled as he pressed another kiss to the back of her neck, fondling her breast… then he froze.
He had not flipped his coin.
The ache in his balls protested the sudden interruption to fulfilling his desires, but…
How could he have forgotten to flip his coin?
It was very early. And his wife’s body tucked up next to his was very tempting. Obviously, the combination of just waking up and distraction had been detrimental to his usual processes.
Which meant he needed to stop what he was doing right now and flip his coin before proceeding further. Just to make sure.
Surely, I can decide to fuck my wife without flipping for it.
But could he?
Should he?
What if it somehow went horribly wrong?
Gritting his teeth, Matthew forced his hand to release its hold on the soft swell of Johanna’s breast. He turned over toward her nightstand, where his coin rested, glinting silver against the dark wood.
He had laid it down there last night, within easy reach, easy for him to find in the morning, so at least he did not have to leave the bed to hunt for it.
“What are you doing?”
Matthew froze at the sound of his wife’s sleepy voice, his hand closing around the coin, hiding it within his fist.
“Ah…” He truly was not entirely awake yet. No wonder he had almost forgotten his coin. He turned back to her, feeling entirely sheepish, unsure of how she would react to what he was doing.
Looking delightfully rumpled, a slight pink mark across her cheek where it had been pressed against the pillow, Johanna blinked at him in confusion.
“Were you…” Her voice trailed off, and she blushed, tugging the bedsheets up, even though she was currently decently covered.
“I was planning on continuing our explorations of each other this morning, yes,” he confessed. Well, he was planning on doing it as long as the coin confirmed it was the correct choice.
“Our…” Her blush deepened, going from light pink to a very dark rose, and she blinked rather rapidly.
“I, um… I am not sure I can… I am rather sore.” The blurted words were full of apology, but it was Matthew who realized he should be apologetic.
Granted, he was not used to bedding virgins, but he had seen the smears of blood on his cock last night and when he’d cleaned her afterward.
Of course she was sore.
What an arse he was.
“I am sorry,” he said, shaking his head. “I did not think.” Internally sighing, because his cock was still hard, Matthew tried to decide what to ask his coin next. Return to his room, perhaps? “I will take my leave of you.”
“You do not have to go. Is there… is there something else we could do that would um, help your condition?” If her face had been pink before, it was bright red now. “You used your mouth on me last night. Could I not, um, do the same? In some manner?”
The contrast between her embarrassment and her brazen offer was even more titillating than if she’d thrown herself at him. Matthew could not help but be fascinated by the generous offer. Not at all what he would have expected from a debutante. Then again, she was not like any other debutante.
Leaning forward, he tilted his head back so he could press a kiss to her lips.
“There is indeed,” he murmured, pulling away a bit. “Ah…”
But he wanted to use his coin. His hand moved involuntarily, though he did not actually lift it up, and his fingers remained tightly closed around it.
The urge was nearly impossible to resist. Mostly, he did not care what others thought of his proclivities, but for some reason, right now, in this moment, he cared about what she thought.
“Do you need to flip for it?” she asked, cocking her head to the side, but it was not the way people normally asked him.
There was no mockery in her voice, no judgment.
She was completely matter-of-fact and perhaps a little curious, but in a manner that put him at ease rather than raising his hackles in defensiveness.
“You do not mind?” His grip on the coin tightened and relaxed. “I would feel better.”
“You flipped to save me.”
“I flipped to marry you,” he corrected her. It seemed important for her to know that he would have saved her, regardless. Even if the coin had said not to, he would have found a way. Have Christian do it. Or Drake.
But he was glad it had been him.
A slow smile curved the edges of her lips, and she drew her knees up under the covers, wrapping her arms around them.
She was completely covered this way, and he had the strongest urge to tug those sheets down and reveal her body to him all over again.
But it depended on what his coin said. For the first time, he was starting to see his friends’ point about using it for everything.
It might be nice to just do what he wanted.
“Then I have no objections. I am very happy with its outcomes so far. And I am curious what will happen if you flip it and it says that I should not um… do anything for you.” The lingering blush in her cheeks as she tried to speak around her offer, rather than repeating it outright, was utterly delightful.
Matthew was very much looking forward to teaching her to say utterly filthy things to him in the future, but for the moment, he was content to flip his coin and have her do something utterly filthy.
Hopefully.
“Then I will ask it if I should use my mouth on your pussy,” he replied, deliberately being blunt, just so he could watch her cheeks flush hot again. He was not disappointed. Shaking her head, her arms tightened around her knees in front of her.
“I do not think I can take any more of that either. Wait…” She blinked. “Is that why… last night…”
“Yes.” He flipped the coin into the air. “Heads, I get your mouth on my cock. Tails, you get mine on your cunt. And I promise, you will be able to take it.”
Matthew lifted his hand from where it was covering the coin on the back of his arm and grinned. Sliding the coin off his hand, he reached over to put it down on the nightstand as he spoke.
“Your mouth.”
“My mouth.” She whispered the words.
“Not to worry, little violet,” he said, shifting his position on the bed so that he was sitting beside her, his back against the headboard, his legs stretched out on the bed, feet shoulder-width apart.
The sheets were pressed to her front, so her back was bare, covered only with the silky fall of her long, white-blonde hair.
He ran his fingers through the silky strands, then up her side to curl around her neck and draw her to him, finishing his sentence just before he kissed her. “I will direct you.”
Johanna
The brush of her husband’s lips over hers sent a thrill through Johanna.
Though she was very sore between her legs when she pressed them together, she could not deny the flutter in her core as he touched her.
His strong fingers around the back of her neck, the way he guided her with his grip, made her body come alive in response.
She recognized the sensations—the tingling, the way her skin prickled—from the night before. More pleasure seemed impossible to endure, yet there was some part of her body that absolutely alighted at the possibility.
The pressure on her neck increased, and Johanna’s head drifted away from her husband’s lips and down toward his chest. The bedsheet was still clutched to her own chest as she was moved, though it hardly mattered as her breasts were now hanging beneath her, the long length of her hair brushing over his thighs.
The curtain of hair helped give her some confidence as she got her first truly good look at his cock, hiding her while she looked her fill.
He was so very different from her. The dark thatch of hair around the stalk of his manhood was coarser than the rest of his body, even more so than that of his legs, and from it grew a hard bloom with a reddish-purplish knob at the top.
He had paused in his pressure on her neck, as if realizing she wanted to look at him and giving her the time to do so.
Taking one of her hands in his free one, he moved it to his cock, wrapping her fingers around the stalk and groaning with pleasure as her cheeks heated in another fiery blush. He felt hot and hard in her hand, almost as though he was pulsing against her palm.
“This is the shaft,” he said, before moving her hand up to the top. “This is the crown, or the head. Bloody hell, that feels good.” He groaned again, and a rush of pleasure went through Johanna.
Was this how he felt when he made her moan and whimper? Did her pleasure bring him a rush of his own?