20 #3
“Your breasts are amazing, Jo. I thought so the moment I saw you,” Robert muttered against her skin as he kissed a wet trail from one breast to the other.
The abandoned nipple was wet and sore, and Jo whimpered when his hand found it and then cried out when his mouth found the other breast. Even though he had just kissed and teased the other nipple, the intense level of pleasure still surprised Jo.
She arched into him as she gripped the back of his head with one hand.
“You love this, don’t you?” Robert told her and gently bit one nipple. “I bet that I could make you come if I continued.”
“I… I don’t know,” Jo moaned incoherently, not certain what he was asking her, but thinking that there was a very great possibility that he could make it happen.
“Do you want me to?” Robert asked and suckled her nipple into his mouth again.
“I… what else…?” Jo moaned in a strangled breath.
“I can place my fingers between your legs and make you spend on them,” Robert muttered against her skin as he kissed his way back up her chest and neck to her mouth. Jo instinctively turned her head to meet his lips. She had meant to answer but got distracted by the intense and powerful kiss.
“Can I, Jo?”
Robert’s fingers were at her knee. Jo had not even been aware that her skirts had traveled up to reveal her calves. If her breasts had not been exposed, she might have been scandalized, but as it was, she only nodded.
“You need to tell me when to stop,” Robert reminded her in a hoarse voice as she felt his hand gently stroke the inside of her thigh. She instinctively rose to make room for him.
“I will,” she promised him in between kisses, and then moaned loudly when he was there. At her core. One finger gently stroking over her mound and tracing the seam of her sex.
“Fuck, Jo,” Robert muttered for the third time.
Jo moved her hips against his finger. She wanted him to touch her more.
Firmer somehow. Her body knew that there was even more pleasure to be wrung out of it, and she wanted it.
But Robert seemed to take his time now. His strokes were calm yet deliberate as he continued to run a knuckle along her seam but never delved between her folds.
He was kissing her temple, her neck, the corner of her mouth, her ear, giving her a peck on the lips when she turned her head to start the frantic kissing again, but then moving to kiss another part of her face.
Jo was growing restless, moving her hips against his hand to urge him to stroke her more firmly, yet he kept moving it as if he wanted to keep something out of reach from her.
When this happened the third time, Jo made an annoyed noise.
“Are you certain, Jo? We can still stop.” Robert’s own voice was so strained with desire and emotion that it sounded impossible that he would stop, yet she trusted him enough to know that he would.
“I am,” she breathed as she pushed against him a fourth time and this time his hand did not retreat but found the most aching point immediately.
Jo gasped loudly as Robert’s fingers started moving against her sex.
His touch was firm and deliberate, and Jo felt certain that he would be able to bring her the pleasure she craved.
Everything felt wet and hot and swollen.
Robert circled the aching point over and over while Jo moved shamelessly against him and made the most indecent sounds.
Yet it was just right and she did not care.
“May I?” Robert asked as one of his fingers found her entrance, while his thumb continued to stroke her in circles higher up.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Jo moaned and then felt his finger inside her. Her breath hitched and she clutched his shoulders.
“You’re so close,” Robert told her, to which Jo could only answer ‘Yes’ even though she was not certain what it was she was close to.
She buried her head in his neck as he continued his ministrations between her legs. She moved shamelessly against his hand and felt Robert move his hips beneath her. It seemed an involuntary, primal response to what he was doing to her, and it made Jo’s body tighten even further.
“So close,” Robert muttered in a strained voice.
“Yes,” Jo gasped and clenched his finger inside her, as if trapping it there would ensure the most exquisite delight imaginable.
“Fuck, Jo,” Robert moaned and his strangled words, which signaled his awe over the pleasure he was able to bring her body made Jo shudder and convulse uncontrollably as she felt the most intense delight. More than she had ever thought possible.
Robert’s fingers continued to move between her legs, prolonging the pleasure as much as possible.
She was vaguely aware that Robert groaned in satisfaction as well, although she was not certain how he had obtained it.
He had certainly not been inside her like Beatrice had told her.
Nor had she manipulated him with her hand or mouth as Beatrice had also said was an option.
Jo lay limply against Robert’s body with his hand still between her legs as she realized that this had changed everything between them yet again. Almost as profoundly as their wedding vows had.