“I do so swear,” she said, her brown eyes glinting with pure wickedness. “On that note, if I recall correctly, we still have a contract until the end of the month, Your Grace.”
Jasper leaned down and nipped her neck. “That is true, Miss Blair. And today, I won’t even charge you.”
“How kind!”
“I thought so.”
“Hmmm. How to reward such a magnanimous act? A-ha! You mentioned that on the day we met, you thought of spreading me across that desk…”
Jasper scooped Ada up in his arms, carried her across the library to the large oak desk, and sat her upon the polished wooden surface. His aching cock urged him to tear the fall of his trousers open and sink into the exquisite, scalding hot tightness of her without delay. But his mouth watered for the taste of her honey on his tongue. It had been days, after all.
“Blue gown,” he murmured as he unfastened the buttons at the nape of Ada’s neck before pushing the sleeves off her shoulders. “You wore this on the day we met.”
“So I did,” Ada said breathlessly, arching her back and moving her limbs to assist him in the removal of her gown, petticoat, and stays, so she wore only a knee-length chemise. Her eyes grew heavy lidded, then she yanked at the bodice ribbon to reveal her breasts. Holding his gaze, she cupped them and rubbed her thumbs across her jutting nipples. Offering both for sample.
Christ.
Excited beyond belief, Jasper lowered his head and circled one areola with the tip of his tongue. She moaned, curling a hand around his neck to pull him closer, and he abandoned any idea of teasing her. His fiancée needed to come. Closing his lips around her nipple, he sucked hard to the rhythm of her panting cries, while his free hand delved under the hem of her chemise to inch its way up her inner thigh.
“How would you like to come, sweetheart?” he asked eventually, while his fingertips stroked the bush of crisp hair between her legs. “With my fingers in your cunt? My tongue? My cock?”
Ada wriggled on the desk, simultaneously trying to get him to suck her other nipple and touch her clitoris. He adored her unfeigned eagerness, her sensuality, how she didn’t hide her curves from him, but offered them to be pleasured, and pleasure in return.
Soon she tugged his head back a little for another fierce, yet tender kiss.
“Would it be terribly greedy,” she whispered, “if I said I wanted it all?”
Jasper laughed. “Your wish is my command.”
It was exceedingly difficult to concentrate when Jasper kissed her, even more so when his fingers stroked her most sensitive flesh.
But one thought remained lodged in her mind: she loved him. And hearing he loved her in return, that he wanted to marry her and make her his duchess…well, nothing could be more magical. Or empowering, for being bold, and most gratifying, being herself had brought together a vicar’s daughter and a duke for hire, to start a brand new life together.
One she couldn’t wait to begin.
Well, after he’d made her come, of course. First things first.
“Do not tease,” Ada gasped, as Jasper’s thumb no more than nudged her throbbing clitoris.
“I haven’t heard you beg, sweetheart. Alas, I cannot lick your cunt, or fuck it with my fingers until you ask me very, very nicely.”
She quivered with fierce arousal at his uncompromising tone, and the way his fingertips petted the hair between her legs, nearly parting it but not quite. Another thing she adored about Jasper: the way he remembered details. Her likes and dislikes, her erotic fantasies, what brought her the greatest pleasure. He knew she loved to hear in explicit terms what he would do; to be made to beg for it and then have her desires granted. Imagine that, a husband who didn’t restrict her curiosity or deny her natural lust, but encouraged it. A man who loved and desired her—flaws, foibles, quirks and all.
How utterly freeing.
Lifting her fingers, Ada smoothed a section of his hair that she’d previously disheveled. “I am so eager to be your wife. Because of the man you are, and the man you’ll strive to be. I hope I’ll make you as happy as you make me, in bed and out. Now, I’m begging you, my love. Please, please, please make me come.”
A growl rumbled in his chest as Jasper unwound his cravat from his neck and placed it beside her on the desk. Next, he removed his jacket and waistcoat, and rolled up the sleeves of his fine linen shirt, revealing those strong, hair-dusted forearms. “Lift your chemise, Ada,” he rasped. “Show me your pretty cunt.”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
Slowly, so slowly, she dragged the fabric upward until it bunched at her waist, before lowering herself onto the cool, hard oak, ready and willing to be plundered. Jasper licked his lips even as his hands rested on her spread thighs, holding her open. Then, in a perfect, deliciously wicked movement, he leaned down and kissed her swollen clitoris as two fingers trailed inward, breaching her soaked sheath.
Ada moaned in delight at her fiancé’s ruthless and relentless expertise. His mouth sucked and laved her tender flesh while his fingers curled inside her, finding a spot near her entrance that made her hips buck clear off the desk. She tangled her fingers in his hair, and shamelessly, wantonly, ground her pussy against his mouth and chin to increase the pressure, to allow his fingers deeper, anything to tumble over the edge into ecstasy. As though he knew she needed a little more, he swirled a finger from his other hand in her copious wetness, and gently penetrated her backside.
She screamed his name, the intense sensation of his mouth on her clitoris and his fingers nearly rubbing together as he filled both her holes, hurling her toward the stars in an explosion of shaking, pulsing bliss. While her entire body still trembled, Jasper withdrew his fingers, then tore the buttons of his trousers to reveal his hugely erect cock.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said, his eyes glittering. “Hard and deep.”
“Yes,” she whispered, bracing her feet on the edge of the desk. “Oh, yes.”
Jasper took his cock in hand, coating it in her honey. An instant later he plunged inside, stuffing her so full she whimpered at the fine and heady line between pleasure and pain. Every thrust seared her to the soul, every withdrawal provoked a protest, and Ada slid her hands under his shirt, loving the feel of his warm, sweat-dampened back, her fingernails biting into his skin each time he buried his cock to the hilt. As though she hadn’t just come, that glorious tightening began inside her once more, building and building until it abruptly released, and waves of ecstasy enveloped her again. Jasper groaned, his hips pistoning, until he yanked himself out and spilled his seed across her lower belly.
This time he collapsed on top of her, and Ada held him close, the only sounds their ragged breathing and frantic thudding heartbeats. Eventually he gently extracted himself and sank back into his chair.
“Forgive me,” he said with a grin. “I would remain there with you all afternoon, however my forty-year-old back does not appreciate such an angle.”
Ada laughed and eased herself into a sitting position. “This was beyond wonderful, but I shall quietly admit to preferring a soft bed to a wooden desk. Or a door. I am nearly thirty after all.”
“Ha. Still a way to go until your hair boasts strands of silver like mine. Alas, they will only become more prominent.”