Chapter 9
It was not to be a full night’s sleep that they got. Oscar decided that 3 o’clock was the perfect time to wake up. After a feed, he was wide awake and while he was not crotchety when between them in the bed, as soon as she put him into his own bed, he started to fuss. She did try to just leave him, but in an inn full of other patrons, she could not allow her crying babe to disturb everyone else’s sleep.
Eventually, after Jason had made up about twenty silly games which required him to hide behind his hands, a small portion of the sheet, Oscar’s own feet and various other objects close to hand, then say boo and appear in Oscar’s line of sight again, the small tyrant eventually started to nod off, with a slobbery smile on his sweet little face.
Sophia adjusted his cap and moved him back to his makeshift cot. Jason was removing his shirt again, so she removed her shift. He caught her into a sensual and slow kiss then released her, his arms still loosely around her waist.
“I apologise. I should let you get sleep for what is left of the night.”
“I can sleep in the carriage.”
“Hmm, stop tempting me.”
“Tempting you to do what, my lord?”
“This.”
He rolled her onto her back, kissed her thoroughly then spread little kisses down her neck, chest and belly. She wriggled as he got near to the horrible marks, but he seemed not to notice. He was insinuating himself between her legs. All Sophia was able to do was run her hands through his hair and enjoy the delight of his kisses.
When Jason arrived at the hair which covered her most intimate area and did not stop the kissing, Sophia gasped. As he opened her legs wider, she gasped in horror and whimpered in distress, as she watched his tongue extend and lick her. Good God, what was he doing… and why did it feel divine?
“Jason,” she squeaked. He licked her a few more times and she threw her head back to revel in the wonder of the pleasure he was invoking.
“Would you like me to stop, or carry on, my love?”
“No,” she managed.
“Hmm,” he said as a different pressure circled that spot that had made her want to scream. “No is not an answer to my particular question, love. Would you like me to stop?”
“No!” she was panicking now. She needed to know how this ended.
“As I suspected.” And Jason set back to work. Sophia threw her arm over her eyes and tried to forget a man was licking her there so that she could just feel. But this was Jason, not just any man. Jason who had made her come alive for the first time… well, ever. Jason whose kisses she craved as though she would die if she was told she could not have another. Jason whose very touch soothed her, but also thrilled her and now made her want to leap off the bed.
His lips and tongue on her most sensitive parts were making her feel the same way she had in the stables. A great deal of tension needing to burst. Was that what he was trying to achieve? He had pushed something inside of her. Not his manhood surely? He would have to be a contortionist. She glanced down and indeed, it was not his manhood. She could see his hard, white arse hanging off the bed. So what? His fingers? They felt divine. And she wanted to move. To… well, almost ride them. But he would think her gauche.
Almost as if he had anticipated her internal dilemma, he spoke against her skin.
“Work with me, love. If you need to move or rock your hips or thrust, do it.”
Sophia moved into his touch and it felt more divine than it had previously. Could she call this divine? Was that heresy? She thought she may be in heaven. His tongue played her as though she were a musical instrument in a string quartet and he was a great musician from the continent.
“Jason!”
“Shh, my love.” Oh God, they were in an inn. She grabbed a pillow and pulled it onto her face. She was close to madness.
When her body gave in to the burst of pleasure, Sophia screamed into the pillow as she arched off the bed. But Jason continued to lick and devour her and she cared not. Her intimate place was tender and sensitive, but she was craving his touch. She realised the muscles inside her body were still fluttering around his fingers.
As her breathing began to slow, she chanced a peek from under the pillow. Jason grinned up at her and removed his fingers from inside her, licking them and sucking on them.
“You may come out now,” he said, chuckling and pressing a kiss to the inside of each of her thighs.
“Do you promise not to cart me off to Bedlam, my lord?”
He pressed one last kiss to her needy flesh then crawled up her body. “It is I who needs to be in Bedlam, my lady. It is I who is insane with need. You have had an orgasm. Look how hard my cock is.”
She looked at the hard protuberance, with the angry purple head.
“Tell me how to give you pleasure like you gave it to me,” she said looking down at it and wondering again how that would fit in her. “Can I lick it, like you licked me?”
“Oh God,” Jason lay back on the bed and covered his eyes with his own arm.
“Jason, can I?”
“Yes you can but…”
She did not allow him to say any more. She placed her mouth around his cock and started to suck. It tasted a little salty and musky, but it did not taste horrible. Jason groaned and placed his hand on her head.
“Move your mouth up and down. Take me as deep as you can, without wishing to cast up your accounts.”
She did. Oh this sort of mimicked the movement of the marriage bed, she supposed. That must be why he liked it.
Jason moaned and rocked his hips gently. He twisted his fingers through her hair, she suspected to urge her on.
“Use your hand to stroke the base,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. She tried, but she was so unsure of what she was doing. His fingers closed over hers and he guided her. “Damn, you feel so good, Soph.”
She sucked and sucked him and he rocked into her mouth, muttering encouraging words. After a short while, his thrusts became quicker and he increased the speed of their hands.
“Sophia lift your head away.” She did and he tightened his hold on her fingers. She looked at his face and he watched her. He held her gaze for a few moments, then he grimaced and looked down. White liquid was spurting out of his manhood onto his belly and chest. Her fingers under his were white. Jason grunted an apology, but she just watched fascinated, as he slowed his strokes as though milking the appendage for every last drop. Then he let go of her hand and sank against the pillows.
He closed his eyes as if he were ashamed, but Sophia just sat and stared. That was what had made Oscar?
Jason opened his eyes and scowled. “Are you disgusted? I should not have asked you to do that.”
“Disgusted? No. Besides, you did not ask me. I offered. I am fascinated that this stuff is what made Oscar.”
Jason chuckled and pulled her to his side. “Well not that stuff exactly, or he would be mine and not the late Lord Rutherford’s.”
“That is true.”
“It shall soon be time to dress for the day and start our journey again.”
“I cannot believe we did that in the middle of the night, my lord.”
“And not on a Tuesday or Saturday. Today is Thursday, my lady. How very daring of us.”
“You are teasing me, my lord.”
“Only a little.”
“Speaking of little…” She looked down at his now, much-reduced-in-size member.
“Even it is allowed time to recover from the attentions of a beautiful lady, Sophia.”
“When will it grow again?”
“With you looking so deliciously rumpled… about ten minutes I would imagine. Why, would you like me to tumble you?” He arched an eyebrow and Sophia looked down at her hands.
“Oh! I am not sure.”
“Then I shall not. You must be sure.”
“It is not that I would not like it. Well, I have no idea if I would. I tolerated it with my husband, though it was not particularly pleasant. But you seem different. I would be afraid to have your child and this is all very new to me. It frightens me.”
He held her against his chest and ran his hand up and down her back. “Shh! I am told you are less likely to get with child because you are breast feeding, but I would withdraw so that my seed would not enter your body to lessen the chances too. I would never put you in an intolerable situation. If worst came to worst and you did end up increasing, I would marry you.”
“You would marry me?”
“Yes, if it came to that.”
“But would Oscar not inherit your lands?”
“No. Oscar was born within thirteen months of your husband’s death. He is Rutherford’s son and heir no matter what. Any child of ours, assuming it is male would be my heir, so long as we were married by the time he was born.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Oscar would be my stepson officially.”
“My son shall have no father. I have not really thought on that until now. What a terrible shame for him.”
“If you marry, and I think you should as you are still very young, you should marry someone who would treat Oscar like any of his own sons.”
“Someone like you?”
“Mayhap.”
“I do not think there are many men like that in the ton, my lord. And how would I know until after I had married him and bore him a son?”
“You would know if he was honest, would you not?”
“It seems I did not know my husband.”
“Only in one small area. I suspect your husband was everything you thought he was in all other aspects.”
“Mayhap. He was kind and he entertained me with many stories of his travels. I was comfortable throughout my marriage and never wanted for anything. He just got very frustrated in the bedchamber. I thought that was all part of it.”
“Well I have certainly been frustrated in my bedchamber since you arrived, but that has been from not being able to have you.”
“Oh my Lord, you are trying to vex me, are you not?”
“Only a little.”
“He never took his frustration out on me. If he could not get it in, he left and that was that. Once early on in our marriage, I did try to ask my brother about it, but I was so terribly embarrassed and had no idea how to explain it to him. He just made a snorting noise and said I should be a biddable wife and stop telling tales outside the bedchamber. I had not meant to. I wanted to know how to please him.”
“Aye, well, mayhap your brother was as embarrassed as you. I should not like to discuss the goings-on in my sister’s bedchamber were she wed.”
“Yes, well, his embarrassment hardly helped solve my situation.”
“It is pretty appalling that young ladies go to the marriage bed completely unprepared for what will happen to them.”
“If I had a daughter, I would explain it all.”
“So would I, even if her mother was not there to do it for me.”
“I should like to see that.”
“Mayhap you shall.” He pressed a kiss to her temple and Sophia suddenly felt a cold chill settle on her spine. Jason was leaping too far ahead.
“Shall we arrive at your home today?” She tried for nonchalance. She suspected she failed, but after a beat Jason answered.
“We should.”
“I should wake Oscar and feed him.”
“Hmm, perhaps I should kiss you first.” He tucked his hand behind her neck and drew her lips to his. She tasted herself on his mouth and he pressed his tongue through her teeth, deepening the kiss. Then his hands were on her hips and he was urging her to straddle him. He hitched up her shift and her needy flesh touched his hardening length.
“My lord?” she gasped, dragging her mouth away from his.
“Shh, I only want to hold you. I have no plans to put it inside you.”
“Oh I…”
Just then Oscar’s cry rent the air and she looked towards the makeshift cot. Jason brushed his lips across her cheek.
“Go.”
She climbed off him and the bed and hurried towards her son, scooping him up. He was rooting for her breast immediately and she climbed back onto the bed, undid the ribbon at the neck of her shift and pulled down the cotton, helping her son find his food. With a heavy sigh, Jason climbed out of the bed and walked to the dressing table and the ewer of cold water. He poured some into the bowl and dipped a cloth in. He sucked in a breath as he placed the freezing water onto his abdomen and chest to clean away his seed.
“You should ring for a maid and get warm water brought up. They must be up and moving by now,” she said.
“There is probably someone always available at an inn.”
“Probably. Jason?”
“Yes?”
“Are you upset with me?”
He turned and raised an eyebrow. She noted that his manhood was quite large again.
“Why would I be upset with you?”
“Because… well I have frustrated you, have I not?”
“No.” He put down the cloth and dried himself with a dry linen, then moved over to the bed. He climbed back onto the bed and cupped her face with his hands, careful to not nudge Oscar. The little mite was oblivious, so intent was he on breaking his fast. “I had no intention of doing anything. I was merely settling you so I could kiss you more thoroughly. I apologise if you misconstrued my actions. I am not frustrated. I do want you, that is true but I am a gentleman. I can wait until you are ready.”
“And if I am never ready?”
A lazy smile spread across his features. “You are an intelligent, curious woman, Lady Rutherford. Curiosity shall win out for you.”
She sucked in her lips, knowing he was correct. If for no other reason than he had piqued her interest. What would it be like to have something so big and hard inside her while she was… well she had been delirious with desire? Would it hurt? It had quite often with Octavius, but now that she knew he was doing it incorrectly, perhaps it would be different.
“Perhaps,” she mused.
“What is going on inside that head of yours, Sophia?” His gaze was narrowed on her and his lips were pursed as if he was trying to see into her very soul. She was glad he could not. She was very glad that Lord Rose-Reid had no idea just how much she liked him and how much that almost marriage proposal had set her on her back foot.