Janet released a trembling sigh as Robert nuzzled into her neck, praying she wouldn’t flee. “Please stay,” he whispered back…he pleaded.
“I am powerless to go. Your touch draws me, entices me, stirs my blood. But—”
“Do not think about what may come. Tonight there is only you and me. This night is ours and no one else’s.”
“And you will not get me with child?”
I have been with a great many women in my day and have not sired a bastard in all that time. “I swear it on my honor.”
“I do not want to think of you with anyone but me.”
“Nor do I.”
Her gaze raked down his body until she reached his groin. All he needed was her eyes on him to make his cock lengthen. “Will you show me?” she asked, her voice breathless.
No words had ever sounded so divine. “Aye,” he rasped. Standing, he led her before the hearth. “Let us proceed slowly.” He brushed her lips with a light kiss. “I want to strip you bare, one layer at a time.”
She drew in a quick breath. “And you? It is only fair, if you are to see me unclothed, that I am granted the same favor by you.”
“’Tis far more enjoyable if we’re both nude.”
“Again, I must have your word. You will not get me with child.”
“I promise I will not.”
He started by tugging free the laces of her bodice. “What I like most about undressing you is that with each layer removed, the anticipation of things to come mounts.”
“Simply saying that makes gooseflesh rise across my skin.”
Robert pushed the bodice from her shoulders and loosed the ribbon on her shift enough to bare her shoulder, made more tantalizing by the flicker of firelight. “This”—he kissed her flesh, warm and delicious—“is perfection.”
Sighing, Janet dropped her head back. “You flatter me.”
“I worship you.” With every layer Robert found a new place on her body upon which to shower his adoration. And finally, as her shift sailed to the floor, he held her hand and stood back while his eyes drank her in. “By God, there are no words to express your magnificence.”
A blush sprang to her cheeks, but she didn’t try to cover her nudity. Instead she stepped toward him and unfastened his neckerchief. “I do believe we will witness true magnificence when you, sir, are shed of your clothes.”
She tried to unclasp his belt, but with only one hand, she fumbled. “Let me help.” He slid his hand to his buckle and released it with a flick. The wool whooshed to the floor. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and whisked it over his head. He stood before her, his manhood harder than a poleax and pointing straight at her.
“Oh my.” She stepped into him, swirling her hand through the locks on his chest, the gesture making a bead of seed leak from the tip of his cock. “Men’s clothing is so much simpler than women’s.”
“I reckon men are altogether simpler than women. Feed us and love us and we will be happy anywhere.”
“Are you happy now?”
“My heart is racing with joy.” He drew her against his body, his balls on fire. “And you, lass. How does this make you feel?”
“Like we are the only two people in all of Christendom.”
“Then believe it.”
He swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed. His lips fused with her lips as he tasted her sweetness; then he slid to her neck and buried his face between the mounds of her breasts. Aye, he wanted to explore every inch of Janet’s flesh, and wanted it all in this very moment.
“Mirror me,” Robert growled as he rolled beside her.
He slid his fingers down her abdomen and slipped between her thighs, finding her hot, slick, and ready for him. “You are wet—that’s how a woman’s body prepares to accept a man.”
Following his lead, Janet wrapped her hand around his member. “When a man puts this inside her?”
Eyes rolling back, Robert clenched his bum cheeks and forced himself not to come. “Aye. ’Tis what I want to do right now.”
She bit her lip. “But cannot.”
“Mm.”
“Show me how to pleasure you—like you did to me last eve.”
“Touching me sends me wild. But if you hold it gently and slide your hand up and down, it is almost like being inside you.” Robert’s head dropped with his rumbling moan as she milked him.
“What about kissing it?” Her tongue tapped her upper lip, wet, shiny, seductive as sin.
“Kissing is extraordinary—akin to the epitome of intimacy between a man and a woman. But only if you desire to pleasure me with your mouth. Never in this life do I want you to feel you are lowering yourself when you are with me.”
Without another word she scooted down and licked him, her eyes shifting to watch his face. “Like this.”
“Aye,” he croaked, unable to keep his hips from thrusting.
“Can I hurt you?”
“’Tis the most sensitive place on a man. If you grip too hard or use your teeth, I will be in agony.”
She giggled, toying with him, licking, kissing, and milking, but it wasn’t until she took him fully into her mouth that he arched his back and bellowed a groan.
“Am I hurting you?”
“Don’t stop!”
Her sultry laugh rumbled through him as she slid her lips over his tip, wiggling her saucy bottom. Holy everlasting mother, the woman was Jezebel incarnate. Robert bucked and thrust as she pleasured him, picturing Janet on her back with her knees wide and exposed, picturing himself inside her while he plundered deeper and deeper, his desire mounting in a crescendo until he leaped over the edge into ecstasy. All at once his cock erupted in a pulsating fountain of seed.
Janet looked up, smiling as if she’d just witnessed a miracle. “That was astounding.”
“You are astounding—and what’s better?”
“I cannot imagine.”
“’Tis your turn.”