Chapter 32
Evan gasped as she kissed him. This was nothing like her other kisses, where she was shyer and more demure. Instead, she was kissing him with wanton passion, as if she were starving for his mouth.
He let himself get lost in the feel of her and put his hands on her waist to pull her closer to him. She smelled like vanilla and roses, and when he focused on her scent, he didn’t have to worry about the hell raining down outside.
He growled softly as he swept her up in his arms, not caring who saw them together. All he knew was he needed her at this moment, and she was willing to give herself to him to give him sanctuary from his own thoughts and demons.
He carried her up the stairs to his bedchamber and kicked the door closed behind them.
The curtains were already drawn, so there was no risk of looking outside, but the noise was still incessant. Even with Joanna in his bedchamber, the rain tugged at the back of his brain and got under his skin.
“I want to touch you, Evan,” Joanna whispered in his ear. “Teach me how. I want to give you pleasure the way you did to me.”
His breath stuttered as he set her gently on the bed and unbuttoned his trousers to pull out his hard shaft.
Her eyes widened at the sight of it.
“Have you ever seen one of these before?” He asked.
She shook her head, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment. “O-only some pictures in books.” She licked her lips at the sight of it, and he nearly groaned. “You are bigger than I expected.”
He smirked. “Don’t worry. I can show you what to do. Give me your hand.”
She placed her hand in his, looking nervous, and he put it on his hard member, wrapping it around his shaft. “Stroke it, sweetheart. Slowly at first.”
She carefully started to stroke him, her featherlight touches tormenting him as she looked up at him with an innocent expression, so eager to please.
He inhaled sharply, sure he would never get enough of her looking at him like that.
At his sound, she froze. “Have I hurt you?”
He chuckled. “No, sweetheart. I am not that fragile, even if it is sensitive. In fact, you can have a firmer touch.” He put his hand over hers again and squeezed gently until she was holding him more firmly.
“There you go,” he grunted. “Just like that.” He moved his hand with hers, setting the pace.
“Good girl. Rub your thumb over the tip. Gently now.”
She obeyed, and he groaned out loud as pleasure shot through him.
She stared at him, looking intrigued by his reactions. Something about her expression aroused him even more. It wasn’t seductive, like those of some women of the night, whose services he occasionally utilized. For all of their lusty looks and tantalizing skills, they always rang false with him.
Nor was she acting like he thought fine ladies would act in the bedroom.
She wasn’t scandalized, or pretending to bear it through ill-disguised displeasure.
Instead, she was innocently fascinated by the act of pleasuring him with her hand, but he could see the desire rising inside of her, with every satisfied noise he made.
God, she was perfect.
He started panting as his pleasure started mounting up inside of him, but he didn’t want to climax on her hand. He wanted more.
“You said you wanted to taste me.” His voice was little more than a husky growl.
“Please,” she whispered.
That simple word was enough to make his mind go blank, and he almost climaxed right there, but he tried to contain himself. Instead, he grabbed her hand and roughly pulled it off him.
She looked up at him with confused, wide eyes.
“I want your mouth on me,” he growled. “I want you to take me in your mouth until I finish down your throat, and then you are going to swallow my seed like a good girl.”
Color rose to her face, and he expected her to be scandalized by such a suggestion and object or flee the room.
But then her eyes darkened, and she licked her lips. “Will you guide me?” she said. “I want to make sure I do it right.”
As if he needed to be told twice.
“Open your mouth wide. Good girl,” he said as he wrapped his fingers into her hair, holding the back of her head in place.
Then he brought her head forward. The tip of his shaft touched her bottom lip before he slid it inside her mouth.
“Now close your lips around my shaft, but keep your teeth away.”
She struggled to obey. Her eyes teared up as her soft lips closed around him, even though he wasn’t even close to her throat. Her teeth grazed his shaft briefly before she pulled them away.
Fuck, her mouth felt amazing, even better than he could have possibly dreamed.
As her tongue licked him, sensations of hot fire coursed through his veins, and he almost cried out from ecstasy.
He had to resist the urge to take control of her head so he could properly thrust into her mouth.
But she was still so new to this, and he didn’t want to overwhelm her.
“Good girl,” he growled, as she sucked him. “So eager to please me. Such a quick student, too.” He groaned. “Your mouth feels like it was made for me.”
She took him a little deeper, almost to the base of his shaft, and he stuttered just before he went over the edge.
His entire body shuddered with pure pleasure as he spent his seed inside her mouth. She coughed, and he tightened his grip on her hair to keep her from pulling away until he was done.
Her eyes watered as he finally stilled and let his hand go limp. She pulled off of him before swallowing his seed down with only a small grimace. Then she gasped for breath.
He grinned. “So good for me.” He cupped her jaw with one hand before he claimed her mouth with his own, reveling in the taste of himself on her lips.
As he pulled away, she looked up at him with a dazed look. “I didn’t realize women did that,” she said breathlessly.
“Some of them do,” he said. “You did wonderful, sweetheart. Very good for your first time.” He stroked her hair gently. “Next time, I will teach you how to breathe through your nose while you take me into the back of your throat.”
She moaned softly at hearing that, and the sound was enough to make heat rush to his shaft again, even though he would not be ready for more for a while yet.
“Lie back on the bed for me,” he said.
She hesitated and looked up at him. “I… I can’t do that.”
“Don’t worry,” Evan said as he dropped to his knees. “I have no plans to ruin you. You trust me, don’t you?”
She nodded. “Of course, Evan.”
He smiled, trying not to think about how much that meant to him. She was willing to put herself in a very precarious position with him, simply because she trusted him. He was honored she had so much faith in him. “Good girl. Spread your legs for me.”
She spread her legs as he slowly pulled her skirts up, baring her soft legs, and then her sex, already dripping with desire. The sight of it made him practically ravenous.
He touched her gently first, running a finger down her slit, before going back up to the sensitive little bud. She shuddered as he touched it and let out a small whimper.
He smiled as he spread her lower lips apart and leaned forward to taste her. Joanna cried out and grabbed at the blanket under her, clenching it in her hands.
“Grab my hair, just like I did with you,” he commanded.
She reached out and entwined her fingers in his hair as he devoured her sex with his mouth.
He licked the sensitive bud over and over as he tasted her.
She tasted delectable. He wanted to be inside her.
All of his instincts were telling him to claim her completely, but he restrained himself.
He would not ruin her, no matter how much he wished that she could be his completely, in every way.
“Evan,” she gasped. “Evan, it feels too good.”
“Good, sweetheart,” he growled. “I want to taste you while you climax. Come on, baby.” He licked her one last time, and that was enough to send her over the edge.
She shuddered as she came, and he groaned softly as he licked up every trace of it.
Eventually, as her shuddering slowed down, he pulled away from her and wiped his mouth with his hand. “You taste absolutely divine, sweetheart,” he said. “I could happily spend all day and all night with my head buried in your thighs.”
She looked up at him with a dazed look on her face. “How can that feel so good?”
He chuckled. “It feels that good because I am very skilled.” He lay down on the bed next to her, propping himself up on his elbows as he looked down at her.
She snorted. “You are very full of yourself, Your Grace.”
They lay there together in silence for a moment, and Evan finally realized that the rain had stopped outside.
He pulled Joanna into his arms, feeling a swell of appreciation for what she had done for him.
That was the first rainstorm in years where he didn’t have to hide in the library. “Thank you,” he murmured.
She looked up at him, smiling. “I should be thanking you after what you have done for me. I have never felt so relaxed and content.”
He chuckled and brushed a kiss across her forehead. “I didn’t realize why you were suddenly so eager to get under my clothes until the rain started to fall. You successfully distracted me and made the rain tolerable. Thank you.”
Her smile turned soft and sad. “I am happy to distract you from it any time,” she said. “I just wish you wouldn't have to go through so much trouble every time it rains.”
He hesitated a moment, wondering if he should tell her. It wasn’t something he discussed with anyone. His brother and his grandmother knew, of course. However, they had not discussed what happened in years. The memories were too painful for all of them.
Joanna seemed to sense a shift in his mood, and she looked up at him with a furrowed brow. “Evan? Is everything all right?”