Deliberately, he slowed his movements, tormenting himself as well as her, for the chemise only offered a shadowed outline of swollen nipples, soft belly, and thick tangle of bush between her sturdy thighs. “Do you wish to keep your chemise on or take it off?”
Ada toyed with the ribbon at the neckline. “The way you are looking at me, I think you would like to see it off.”
Damned right I do. ’Tis a crime to keep these curves hidden.
“This is about your comfort, not my preference.”
“You really wish to see me fully naked? When I possess a figure more suited to the Renaissance?”
He didn’t dissemble. “Since the moment you walked into my library, all tall and lush and delectable. It was difficult to think of anything else when all I wanted to do was spread you across my desk and fuck you senseless.”
She blushed, but removed her spectacles and placed them on the small side table. Next, her gaze locked with his and she tugged the bodice ribbon undone, awkwardly parting the fabric to uncover large creamy breasts tipped with pale pink nipples. Finally, she grasped the hem of the garment and slid it upward to reveal her knees. Her upper thighs.
Christ, he was nearly panting.
Yes, that’s it. Show me your pretty cunt.
She smiled impishly and halted. “Shall I continue?”
“Off,” Jasper gritted out, ready to tear the chemise from her body.
Seconds later, the garment lay on the bed. He didn’t think he could become any more aroused, but she proved him wrong by leaning back on her hands and spreading her thighs just wide enough to offer a glimpse of delicate pink flesh through blond bush. Ada was already soaking wet. Even now, a heavenly spicy, musky scent teased his nose, and those tender folds glistened with honey. Pure need roared through him, and Jasper nearly tore his expensive clothing in his haste to remove it before moving forward onto the daybed to kneel between her legs.
“Well, Jasper?” she said, arranging herself against a pile of pillows.
He licked his lips at the mouthwatering sight. He didn’t really like his given name; probably why he’d never offered the informality to anyone. But when Ada said it in that sultry tone…
“You requested kisses,” he rasped. “Everywhere. I must warn you, I believe in being thorough.”
“By all means begin. Oh, wait…can I touch you in return?”
“Not yet. Not until I’ve made you come. It is imperative you are properly ready before I take you. I’ll do my best to be gentle for your first time, but I find…”
“You find what?”
Jasper paused, weighing the confession in his mind. It wasn’t the sort of thing one said to a virgin, let alone a vicar’s daughter. On the other hand, Ada was rather atypical of both, and with a fledgling trust established, he didn’t want to lie. “That I am struggling against baser instincts. To fuck you rough and deep and hard, which is not at all gentlemanly.”
She sniffed. “I do not recall any contract clause requesting a gentleman.”
A laugh rumbled in his chest, and he found himself cupping her cheek. The pert little minx had indeed come out to play. But while he enjoyed the banter, he needed to taste that carnal mouth. At once.
Ada’s lips were soft and warm and yielding as he coaxed them apart with his own and taught her how to kiss. But the more she gave the more he wanted, and he touched her lips with his tongue, demanding entry. She surrendered with an adorable little whimper, her hands clinging to his shoulders, and he kissed her with everything he had until she tore her mouth away, panting for breath.
Yet Jasper gave her no quarter, instead kissing and nipping her neck, holding her close enough to tease her nipples with the wiry hair on his chest.
“Make it stop, Jasper,” she gasped. “The ache, make it stop.”
He slid one arm under her, arching her back. Then he swooped, capturing her right nipple in his mouth and sucking hard. Ada groaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her breast as he flicked with his tongue and scraped with his teeth until the taut peak darkened to carmine.
“I see my lover likes to be kissed,” he rasped as he attended to her other nipple, making her cry out. “Where else would you like my mouth, sweet Ada?”
“There,” she said, gesturing wildly between her legs.
It took all his will, especially when his stone-hard cock ached for ease, but Jasper pulled away. Ada’s stated desire was to be made to beg and he would ensure she got her shilling’s worth. “It appears you wish to have your clitoris kissed and your cunt tongue-fucked until you come. Alas, though, you’ve forgotten the contract clause.”
“Please,” she whispered, tilting her hips to offer him better access.
“I cannot hear you.”
“Please.”
“Be specific, and I’ll grant your desire.”
Ada moaned, her gaze feverish with excitement. “Please kiss my clitoris. And…and fuck my pussy with your tongue until I come all over it. Please, Jasper.”
Who could deny such a pretty plea?
In one sinuous movement Jasper maneuvered down the bed.
“Very well.”
People had looked at her a variety of ways in her life: dismay, pity, bafflement, sometimes gratitude or fondness. But never with raw hunger.
Until now.
Jasper’s eyes glittered like sapphires as he curled an arm around each of her thighs, holding them open. “Watch me pleasure you,” he growled. “I’ll stop if you don’t.”
Ada could only nod. But when he lashed her clitoris with his tongue, her sharp cry echoed in the small room, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. Thankfully he didn’t stop; indeed, Jasper was merciless with his lips and tongue as he feasted on her pussy. It was far too much, and yet at the same time, not nearly enough.
“I need more,” she whispered.
Slowly, gently, he pushed a finger inside her while fluttering his tongue against her clitoris, making her writhe. “You taste so good, Ada…I can feel your tight little cunt rippling around my finger…yes, that’s it, come for me. Give me all that sweet honey. Now.”
As though waiting for such a command, Ada orgasmed. Her back arched, her hands gripped the expensive sheets, and she screamed as waves of ecstasy buffeted her whole body. Good heavens! No wonder lovers ignored the dictates of society and the church and risked all for pleasure. What could possibly compare to that?
“Gracious,” she stammered eventually. When Jasper didn’t reply, but continued to rest his forehead on her inner thigh, Ada reached down to stroke his hair in gratitude.
Unexpectedly, he tensed at her touch. “Don’t.”
“Jasper? What is the matter?”
The duke finally looked up, agonized desire on his face. Farther down, his engorged cock bobbed against his flat belly, the swollen head dripping with pearly moisture.
“Forgive me,” he muttered. “I—”
“Take me,” she said, needing to be one with him, to enjoy that last act long denied her which would also ease his suffering.
“Are you sure? I told you how it would be.”
Ada nodded. “I wish you to take…no, I wish you to fuck me. Please.”
Jasper exhaled audibly. Then he repositioned himself on the daybed so one forearm rested beside her breasts, and his other hand slid down to grip his cock. When he rubbed the head against her slick labia they both moaned, and desperate for more, Ada tilted her hips in an attempt to lure him inside her.