Page 100 of Juliet's Touch

His “yes” rumbled.

She playfully flicked her tongue along his length before pulling back to ask, “Am I doing it correctly?”

“Yes!” Not that he was an expert on cock sucking, but it felt perfect to him. “You can add your hands, if you would like to.” Hopefully, he wasn’t being too demanding. “And you can also suck.”

Fisting him with one of her soft, feminine palms, she gently squeezed while simultaneously swirling her tongue around his head.

“You are so good at this,” he assured her, hoping she never stopped. He was sure she was smiling as she wrapped her lips around his girth and sucked him deep. Ensconced in warm, wet heat, he moaned. “Darling, that feels so good.”

Using her tongue and her fingers, she slid him out of her mouth. His heady desire mixed with a thud of disappointment, leaving him helpless and quivering.

“You taste quite delicious,” she said.

Probably not as sweet as her cunny, but he’d graciously accept the compliment.

She hummed appreciatively. “Salty, masculine, and…”

He suspected she was licking her lips.

“You taste like victory,” she added.

Fuck, yes.Slap a crown on his head because he felt like the king of the world.

Her warm breath blew across his thighs, then tickled the head of his cock. Thankfully, her respite was only so that she could compliment him because she immediately sucked him into her mouth. As her hand and mouth worked in sync, he removed her hairpins, then played in her decadent, silky strands. Closing his eyes, he melted into the squabs while succumbing to the sheer bliss of her mouth fucking his cock. Meanwhile, the carriage rolled along, lulling him into a euphoric, dream-like state.

She squeezed his balls, throwing him into a frenzy. He rocked his hips against her face. As the pressure within him built, a tickling sensation consumed his bollocks and then shot up his spine.

“Sunshine, I’m going to come,” he said between his guttural sounds of pleasure.

She sucked so hard, his cock hit the back of her throat.

As much as he wanted to come inside her inviting mouth, she was still relatively innocent, and he doubted she was prepared to swallow his seed.

“Darling.” He couldn’t hold out much longer, so he gently tried to separate her face from his lap. She ignored him, digging the fingernails of one hand into his thigh as her other hand gripped his cock.

He’d tried to warn her. At this point, there was nothing left to do but give in to the thrumming sensation consuming him.

He’d grown so hard that his pelvic muscles contracted. His body tensed to the point of delicious pain. As his back arched and his toes curled, Eric exploded with euphoric rhythmic pulses.

Juliet substituted her hands for her mouth, her magical touch coaxing the last of his spend from him.

Wanting to hold on to the ecstasy, Eric took his time steadying his breath and settling into his body. Overcome with sentiment, he conjured the last of his strength to lift her from the floor and settle her onto his lap.

“Thank you,” he murmured into her hair as he kissed the top of her head. “I needed that, and in case I haven’t told you today, I love you so very much.”

“You have told me, but I never tire of hearing it.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “I love you. More than anything.”

The carriage rolled to a stop, meaning that their time alone had come to an end. Juliet didn’t move from his lap, and he wastoo damn content and relaxed to insist that she leave, or to fret about her parents discovering them together.

Eventually, she sighed and pulled away. “I suppose I should go. Enjoy your evening at Lord Chesterhill’s townhouse. I hear ’tis quite lovely.”

There was a light knock on the door, and Juliet leaped from his lap. He pulled his trousers and small clothes into place and tried to look innocent. The door opened, and Chesterhill’s footman looked in at them.

“Are you ready, Miss?” he asked.

She sighed. “I suppose so.” She took the footman’s hand as he assisted her from the carriage. Peering over her shoulder, she smiled at Eric.

He smiled back, giving her a silly finger wave. Thereupon, they both giggled as if sharing filthy little secrets. Which, of course, they were, so why not revel in joy? And the very best part was that in less than forty-eight hours, they could curl up in their new bed, in their new house, without interference, because this dazzling woman would be his wife.