Each time she thought she knew what pleasure felt like, Jasper proved her wrong.
Still blindfolded and shaking in the aftermath of her orgasms, Ada breathed deeply in a futile attempt to calm her racing heart and order her thoughts. But only two remained in her head: that Jasper was a master in the bedchamber, and that walking away at the end of the month would be nearly impossible.
How would she live without this? Not simply the expertise of a skillful lover, but someone she could be herself with, someone who made her feel beautiful and sensual, witty and clever?
No. She couldn’t think like that. She had to enjoy this day and the others to come until her duke returned to London.
“Ada?” Jasper’s voice was low and soothing. “I’m going to remove the blindfold now.”
After complete darkness the sunlight was harsh, and she raised a hand to shield her eyes. “What next?”
He gestured to the remaining items on the bed. “Do you want to try them? Or rest awhile longer?”
Ada didn’t hesitate. “Try them. But…my skin is quite sensitive right now.”
“I suspect your clitoris might be also. Is it?”
Remarkably, the question provoked a faint wash of heat across her cheekbones. Once a vicar’s daughter, always a vicar’s daughter it seemed. “Yes.”
Jasper smiled briefly. “I won’t touch you there. Actually, it will be easier if you turn onto your hands and knees for this.”
“Very well,” she replied, as she rolled onto her stomach and rose on all fours. “Explain…in great detail…what you are going to do.”
When he didn’t reply, Ada knew a moment of dismay. Had Jasper changed his mind? Did he find her backside too big and dimpled, her thighs too thick? But when she peeked over her shoulder, he appeared transfixed by her Renaissance figure, an expression of such lusty appreciation on his face that she couldn’t help a mischievous little wiggle of her hips. Nor could she resist spreading her thighs so he might look upon the wet pussy he’d pleasured.
How perfectly wonderful it was to have a man admiring her body rather than offering suggestions on how to improve it. In truth, such suggestions were annoying. God had fashioned her tall and plump, and while she sometimes felt ungainly next to women who were petite or slender, and shopping could be a disappointing experience, she didn’t feel any urgency to change. Ruth and Martha loved each other as they were, and that was the kind of love she wanted. Something that built up rather than tore down.
Eventually Jasper sighed. “Forgive the silence, I was just admiring the view. You’re so…so lush and soft. It is very appealing.”
Ada wiggled her bottom again. “Feel free to add some hardness to the equation.”
He laughed as he trailed his fingers across her skin and delved between the full globes to lightly caress her back entrance, causing her to shiver in anticipation. “Minx.”
“Indeed,” she replied. “Now, please tell me in great detail what you are about to do.”
“Hmmm. I’m going to take the oil, coat my finger to help ease the way, and penetrate you here. Next, I’ll slide the dildo in and fuck your backside with it. That might be enough to make you come. If not, and you beg me prettily enough, I’ll use my fingers in your cunt, or perhaps my cock. Your choice, Ada. Dildo alone, dildo and fingers, or dildo and cock.”
Ada’s hands clenched on the sheets, and she closed her eyes briefly against a powerful wave of arousal. “I want that. Hurry. Please hurry.”
Curious at how he would prepare, she peered over her shoulder and watched Jasper uncork the oil bottle and warm some of the golden liquid in his palms before coating his index finger. He circled her tight hole, once, twice. Last of all, he slowly and carefully pushed the tip of his finger inside. In. Out. In. Out.
Ada gasped at the unusual sensation, her confused body both welcoming and rejecting the invader. The stretch burned a little as he pressed on, but the resulting throb in her pussy had her lifting her backside, trying to encourage him even deeper.
“How is that?” he murmured.
“It is very odd. I never thought being penetrated there would feel so good. Can you put the dildo in? I should like to compare it to your finger.”
First dipping the jade dildo in oil, Jasper then hooked his finger through the gold ring and began pushing it into her backside. How different it was! So smooth and cool and unrelenting. Ada groaned at the feeling of fullness as her inner walls seemed to melt around the object, her hips circling as her mind debated whether it was too much or not nearly enough. At the same time, her pussy ached, furious at being neglected.
“Talk to me,” he said sternly. “Are you comfortable? Does it hurt?”
Ada panted, her forehead resting on the pillow. After the sweet torment of the feather and two shockingly intense releases, wanting another so desperately was hard to fathom. But her entire body clamored for relief, reduced to one critical need. Not air, not food, not shelter, but to orgasm. “Jasper…I need to come…”
“I’ll make you scream with pleasure, sweetheart,” he said gruffly, stroking her back. “But you must choose: the dildo inside or out, if you want my fingers or cock.”
“Inside. And cock. Hard, I need it hard. So deep that we are one…oh!”
Good gracious.
From behind his cock seemed even longer and thicker than usual. The jade dildo was an unyielding presence in her backside, the two held apart by the thinnest wall of flesh. Each time he moved her pussy gripped him tighter, and the friction, the heady pressure of the double penetration, was utterly overwhelming.
Ada whimpered, balancing on a knife edge of pain and pleasure. A cataclysmic orgasm beckoned, and she bucked against Jasper, encouraging him to fuck her properly. When at last he curled an arm around her waist and cupped her left breast as he thrust and withdrew, she moaned in relief. All she could feel was the heat of his body around her. All she could hear was a lusty symphony of flesh slapping flesh, the rasp of knees on sheets, wet pussy welcoming hard cock, and their mingled gasps of delight.
“Who do you need?” he gritted out, as he took her brutally hard. “Who is the only man who makes you come?”
“You,” she sobbed. “Jasper. I love it. I love you…”
OH NO.
Even in her passionate delirium she couldn’t believe the words that had escaped, and worse, he’d heard them. The infinitesimal pause in his thrusts confirmed that. But just as quickly he resumed, holding her tighter and nipping her shoulder. In seconds she tumbled over the edge into ecstasy, her guttural cries of pleasure blending with his low roar as he withdrew to come on the small of her back, the harsh spurts of his hot seed lashing her sensitive skin.
They both collapsed onto the daybed. It might have been minutes or hours later, but eventually Jasper fetched a damp cloth to give them both a hasty sponge bath. However, he didn’t address her words, and she was torn between pique and pure relief. That particular conversation could possibly end their contract. When he’d said not to stifle herself it certainly wasn’t in regard to love, and to blurt it out like a passion-addled twit was quite beyond reason.
Determined he should forget her blunder, Ada smiled and chatted about inconsequential topics. Jasper laughed and jested in return, yet she couldn’t help noticing that hint of distance creeping back between them.