Page 12 of At His Lady’s Command

Denham’s fists clenched in the crisp linen sheets as she licked him, dragging her tongue across the tip and all the way down his length until the coarse hair at his groin tickled her nose. But as before, he made no move to direct her, and the heady feeling of power made her quim slick. Greedily, she pushed a finger inside herself as she took his cock into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks for extra suction, fluttering her tongue on the underside. He swelled even larger, making them both moan. Yet it wasn’t nearly enough. Not when her quim ached to be filled by him, and she craved his arms around her.

Easing back, Portia met his gaze. “I need more. You deep inside me and fucking me hard. Is that a specific enough order, Captain?”

He nodded, his gaze both scorching hot and sweetly yielding. “As you command.”

* * *

There remained a high probability that Lady Portia would be the death of him with her antics. And yet, she was the only woman who made him feel truly alive. Competent. Worthy.

Like now, for instance. When she stared at him with those hypnotic green eyes, her lips a little puffy from sucking his cock, the spicy scent of her wet cunt perfuming the air, and had just ordered him to fuck her hard.

But they needed to settle one matter first.

“My lady…” Randall began.

“Yes?” she replied with an imperious eyebrow lift.

“Like you, I am more than content with my childless state. Do you have a preference on how to prevent pregnancy?”

She rewarded him with a grin that lit up her face. “A most excellent and timely question. I don’t have much faith in sponges soaked in brandy or vinegar, they are too easily moved. Nor do I particularly like French letters. Too scratchy. Of course there is always the option of climaxing in the backside—”

Randall choked on a cough. “You’ve…er…had a cock in your ass?”

“Well, no. Not yet. But a well-oiled dildo feels ever so good there, so I am not at all opposed to trying it. However, for the purposes of more traditional bedding…I have been careful in the past. Have you?”

“I have,” he replied, reeling a little at her frank speech and yet appreciating it greatly. Perhaps because Mama had been a mistress, someone who disdained false modesty and coyness, he’d always struggled with reticent women. One who didn’t force him to guess or blunder about, who spoke her mind freely, was most welcome.

“Then I shall trust you to withdraw and come on my belly.”

Randall exhaled unsteadily at the glorious thought of being balls deep inside her at last. “Very well. May I say I am extraordinarily relieved that the recipe you tried was for hair removal, rather than Dare’s Ancient Egyptian concoction to prevent conception?”

Lady Portia’s eyes gleamed. “Crocodile excrement is damned difficult to source. Now, stop talking and start bedding me. Our time is sadly limited.”

A wave of pure arousal surged through him. That field marshal tone, used to give him orders in the bedchamber…he could quite happily listen to her all day. And night. However he wanted a boon before he started—the taste of her honey in his mouth as he fucked her.

“I would bed you, my lady,” Randall murmured respectfully. “But…”

“But?”

“How can I be sure your tight little cunt is wet enough to take me?”

Lady Portia’s eyes widened, then went heavy-lidded. “Hmmm. Tis true, you do have a very thick cock, Denham. I’ll need to be very wet. Very relaxed. I think it best if you make me come with your mouth first. In fact, I insist.”

He nodded, and she prowled up his body like a panther, pausing to scrape her nipples against his chest, nudging them against his lips until he gave each rigid tip a hard suck. Then she moved to settle one knee either side of his head on the pillows, bracing her hands on the sturdy wooden headboard, before lowering that luscious smooth flesh to his lips.

Wanting to savor his first taste, Randall slowly pushed his tongue between those succulent folds, and dragged it from her back entrance all the way up to her clitoris. Fuck. Pure spicy-sweet heaven. She moaned, and reached for her discarded chemise to act as a gag. When she gestured for him to continue he did, needing more of her juices in his mouth. As his tongue plundered her cunt Lady Portia trembled, her whimpers thankfully muffled by the chemise, but when he fastened his lips around the swollen nub of her clitoris and sucked hard, she bucked in a wild climax, grinding herself against his lips and chin. Seconds later she tossed the chemise aside and slid back down his body, making him attend to her nipples again before kissing him so fiercely that his lips throbbed.

“Ride me, my lady,” Randall gritted out. “Take what you want. What you need.”

Straddling his thighs, Lady Portia grasped his engorged cock in one hand and rubbed it against her soaked cunt, teasing them both. Just when he was ready to beg, she fitted him to her entrance and began to sink down onto his length. “Mmmmm.”

A guttural sound escaped his throat. Tight and hot, like a scalding velvet glove.

She braced her hands on his chest and rocked against him, rising and falling, taking a little more of his cock each time until he was embedded to the hilt. Surely nothing could improve the sheer paradise of her honey on his tongue, and his cock in her cunt. Then she started to move, circling her hips with expert precision, and the exquisite sensation only intensified. “Christ.”

“I do believe my captain likes this,” she purred, as she gripped and released him with her inner walls.

My captain. As though he belonged to her…