Page 74 of Charlotte's Kisses
She giggled, but only briefly because she could not lick and laugh simultaneously. Her hands followed her mouth, caressing him as she tasted her way down the ebbs and swells of hisflavorful torso. Even his abdominals were solid muscle—and delicious.
“Did you pour your drink down your front?” she asked.
“Not to your liking?” he asked, a cocky lilt to his question.
Occupied with sucking the tangy liquor from his skin, she did not answer. She placed a kiss where his navel should be, halting her ministrations because her lips brushed something foreign. It seemed her playful husband had shoved a strawberry into his belly button. She clutched the fruit between her teeth and inched her way back up his body. His warm breath led her straight to his mouth.
No words were needed. He knew precisely what she offered. Their lips touching, they devoured the strawberry. Once it was gone, their tongues tangled. She took advantage of her position on top to grind her hip against his cock. Something sticky stuck to her skin.
Her lips cupped his ear. “I found the first dab. ’Tis on your cock.”
“Say it again. I adore it when you say naughty words.”
“Cock,” she whispered as she kissed his shoulder.
“Hell’s teeth.” His chest heaved with his heavy breaths.
“Cock.” She suckled at one delectable nipple before finding and nibbling on the other.
“You are so bloody good at this,” he said. “But I must confess, I did not put honey anywhere else.”
Then she would focus her attention on his…
“Cock.” She licked her way down the trail of hair leading to said appendage while occasionally grazing his hard staff with her hand.
Once she reached her destination, Charlotte took the head of his manhood into her mouth and gently sucked. Hugh growled out guttural sounds of ecstasy while she cleaned upthe sweet honey—as well as a splash of something salty. Most likely, it was the liquid that oozed when he was aroused.
She laved his penis with long licks. It twitched and taunted until she sucked him back into her mouth. Hugh was delicious. Sweet and salty, with a tang of musk.
She was a ravenous wench, and Hugh’s body might now be her favorite treat. It was better than sweetmeats, or apricot tarts, or chocolate biscuits.
He guided her hand to the base of his cock. Together, they fisted it. Once her mouth and hand matched the intensity and pace he set, he thrust his hips. Their movements were so in sync, it was as if they were one pulsing, breathing being.
One of his hands cradled the back of her head, providing a gentle touch in the middle of their debauched lovemaking.
For once, she was a confident goddess, entirely in control of both the moment and the man she loved. She boldly flicked her tongue along his length.
He moaned.
Embracing the adventurous nymph that resided deep inside her, her tongue swirled his cock as her hand gently twisted around his girth.
Was it possible that he grew harder? More importantly, could she intensify his pleasure even more? Perchance if she took him deeper. She turned her head ever-so-slightly and sucked.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled as his cock brushed the back of her throat.
If only she could see him. His jaw was probably tense, and the corded muscles in his neck assuredly ticked. And yet, there was something thrilling about being deprived of her vision as she explored his body. All her senses seemed heightened. Enveloped in the scent of spicy ginger, the tasteof Hugh and brandy on her tongue, his warm skin rubbed against her.
She palmed the two sacks beneath his penis and gently squeezed.
“Fuck. I am going to come.” His body tensed.
She squeezed again.
Hugh’s body jerked. “Charlotte!” he cried out.
She caught the first spurt of his seed in her mouth and swallowed. It was thick and salty and tasted of intimacy. Fisting him, she coaxed spurt after spurt from his trembling body. She did not stop until he lay still and his cock was no longer brick-hard.
She removed the cravat and swiped it over the spend on his belly. Once she cleaned him, she curled against him, resting her head on his chest.
