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Equal parts relief and desire coursed through Robert’s veins as his mouth landed on Jo’s. Her lips were soft and pliant against his as she let him lead their encounter. He hauled her into his lap, so that she straddled him, and by the way she pressed herself against him, she liked it very much.
He was already hard at the thought of pleasuring her again. Bringing that sweet look of astonishment and delight to her face. He reached behind her to run his hands up and down her back but felt his broken nails catch on the fabric of her dress.
Damnation! He could not touch her with these claws. Would he have to stop what they were doing to find a manicure set? Unless…
The thought was so potent and decadent that his cock hardened even further, and he could not help but smile wickedly against Jo’s lips.
She seemed unaware of it but merely pressed herself against him, rocking her hips slightly back and forth over him.
Robert was not certain whether she was even aware she was doing it.
He liked that it was her body’s instinctive reaction to seek his, but he was never going to ask her.
He sensed that it would be best to keep Jo’s mind as unoccupied as possible when they were intimate.
They continued kissing while Robert waited for a sign that she was ready to take matters to the bedroom.
He ran his hands up and down her back, into her hair that was swiftly coming undone, but never did more than graze the sides of her breasts.
Even though Jo said she was ready to deepen their intimate connection, he recognized that he still needed to be slow and gentle with her.
“How would we…” Jo said pantingly as she broke the kiss.
Robert took the opportunity to kiss his way down her neck, which he had found to be highly sensitive. Jo arched her head and pressed herself closer to him.
“If we were to… here… how would we…” she asked in a hoarse voice.
His focus on her neck and her broken-off sentences meant that it took a moment for him to catch up.
“You want to… here?” he mumbled as he pushed her fichu aside and nibbled on her collarbone.
“Mhm,” Jo panted and shifted in his lap, rubbing against his hard cock which made Robert groan slightly. “What we did the other night…”
The elation from her statement felt like a shot of whisky, warming him from inside.
“The sofa is probably the best option,” Robert mumbled as he kissed his way up her neck. “The most comfortable. The chair could work like the other night. The floor perhaps, but it is not ideal. Nor the wall.”
“We will stay on the sofa then,” Jo repeated, nodding, and their eyes met. Her grey-blue eyes were dazed with lust, which only made Robert’s cock strain further against his breeches if it was even possible.
“There is a problem though,” Robert mumbled against the exposed skin at the top of her breast.
“What?” Jo panted, sounding annoyed.
“My hands.” He drew back to let her see. “I can’t use my hands on you. Not with my nails like this…”
He would carry the disappointed look on Jo’s face with him for the rest of his life, Robert knew.
“But there is another way,” Robert said and wriggled his eyebrows as he licked his bottom lip.
Jo only looked puzzled at him and Robert realized that he would have to spell it out for his beautiful, analytical and inexperienced wife.
“I could kneel between your legs,” he whispered against her ear. “And use my tongue on you.”
He felt Jo shiver and heard her swift intake of breath. Oh, she would like that. Very much indeed. Yet she still asked:
“Would you do that?”
“I have been fantasizing about it,” Robert admitted and smiled wickedly.
With Lucretia, he had only ever done it as preparation for intercourse.
His former mistress had liked it but had been unable to climax that way.
It had hurt Robert’s pride that he had never been able to make her come in that manner.
Lucretia had said that there was no reason for him to feel bad over it, since she liked it better when he fucked her anyway.
Part of Robert had always been curious though whether he could make another woman climax in that way and now he had the opportunity.
“You have?” Jo asked.
“I have.” Robert nodded as he rose with Jo in his arms and turned to place her on the sofa, before kneeling on the floor. Jo’s breath was coming faster, and she was looking flushed and slightly disheveled. Perfect.
“The staff might know what we are doing, but if we are quiet, if you are quiet, they might simply think that we are talking,” Robert said as he gently started lifting her dress, careful that his nails would not get caught on the delicate fabric of her stockings or even worse the creamy white skin above them.
“I can be quiet,” Jo breathed and Robert could not help but smile.
He kept his eyes on Jo as he bent to press a kiss above each of her knees and could hear her swift intake of breath.
“Are you impatient, Jo?” he asked and sent her a wicked grin.
Jo’s mouth opened and closed several times as she looked almost horrified, then she blushed even deeper as she nodded.
“All in due time,” Robert mumbled as he kissed his way up her leg. She was dying for it, he was certain, but it was endearing how she tried to keep herself back.
Jo gasped loudly when he reached her inner thigh.
“Remember, no sounds, if you do not want the staff to know,” he whispered against her soft flesh.
Jo did not answer.
“Jo?” he asked and nibbled on her skin.
“Yes,” she answered frantically, opening her legs and scooting down in the seat. She wanted this so much.
She shrieked – in surprise or delight, he could not say – when his mouth met her core.
He shushed her with his mouth still on her and knew his voice would reverberate through her sex.
Jo whimpered in a more subdued manner as he continued exploring her.
He quickly learned how she wanted it and used that knowledge to tease her and draw out her pleasure.
The sounds she created made his own desire rise. He was so hard it was painful. Even though he had promised himself it would be about Jo, he could not help but place a hand on his groin and squeeze gently.
Jo, ever observant, asked:
“Should I… touch you?”
“No,” Robert growled against her sensitive flesh. “Let me do this for you.”
“But I want to…”
“I know,” was all he said and sucked her sensitive pearl into his mouth, making certain she was not able to speak.
By the sound of her breathing, she was already close.
Her hips moved impatiently against his mouth; her body was eager to be filled, even if her mind was not ready for it.
Robert wished he could have used his fingers on her as well, to give her at least some of the fullness she craved. Now all he had was his tongue.
Jo cried out as he pushed it inside of her. She buried her hands in his hair and kept his head in place. Robert took it as a sign that he should continue.
Fuck, it was intoxicating to know that he could turn her mind off so completely, make her needy and greedy and horny. Make her take what she wanted without question.
“Would you like me to do this every day?” Robert teased her before finding her pearl again.
Jo’s only reply was a long, low moan. Robert took it as a yes.
Heavens, he would relish waking her like this every morning. And then when she was lying in front of him, sated, warm, and beautiful, he would climb on top of her and take her and make her spend again. It would be the best start to the day.
His cock was straining painfully against his breeches.
Robert squeezed it again, but it was not enough.
With his head still buried between Jo’s legs, he opened his breeches and squeezed and stroked himself through his small clothes.
It seemed his destiny to spend in his undergarments whenever Jo was present, but right now he could not care.
Jo moaned and writhed against Robert’s mouth. He placed one hand on her dress-clad stomach to feel the growing tension in her muscles. Her legs clamped tight around his head, and Robert felt almost drunk by the knowledge that she was so close. That he was able to please her in this way too.
“Yes,” Jo groaned when Robert swirled his tongue in a particular firm motion. He felt her grip on his hair tighten and it drove him insane.
He was stroking himself faster and faster through his small clothes as he worked Jo toward the edge.
“Yes,” Jo gasped again; her back arched and Robert felt her body shake and tense against him.
Robert continued licking and teasing her through her orgasm. As Jo settled back into the sofa with a satisfied sigh, he rested his head against her inner thigh, pumped himself hard a few times and spent with a loud, subdued groan.
They were quiet for several minutes. Both of them too tired to move.
“But I wanted to…” Jo said breathily at length.
“I know, sweetheart, and you will have plenty of opportunities, I assure you,” Robert told her as he rose to kiss her, and even with what they had just done, Jo still colored at his words.