different. So very special.
Once upon a time, wife had been a word he had revered. A title he had intended to bestow upon one woman. It shocked him to realize now that what he felt for Jo was far more potent, detailed, complex—necessary—than what he had ever felt for Nora.
Jo took him in her mouth once more, sucking, obliterating his ability to think. All there was in that moment was Jo’s lips closed around his shaft, her tongue flicking over him, the warm wetness of her mouth engulfing him.
“Damn it, Josie,” he bit out, his fingers sifting into her hair.
The gentleman in him dissolved. He was now a beast. Desire took up the reins. Hair pins fell to the Axminster as she laved his rigid flesh, keeping her fingers wrapped tight around the base of him as she lavished attention on his length and cockhead.
She made a carnal noise that sounded like a purr. “Do you like this, Decker? I have been wanting to make you as wild as you make me. I was not sure it would be the same for you.”
Oh, it was the bloody same. Indeed, he would venture to say it was better. There was something so damned glorious about her inexperienced attempts to bring him pleasure that heightened his desire. That made him more desperate for her than he had already been before she had gone on her knees. And that, it went without saying, was a tremendous feat in itself.
Good God, he would spill cream ice in his lap every day if he received this sort of attention as a result.
He clenched his jaw and counted to ten, trying to keep himself from ramming his cock down her throat. That was what he wanted, what he craved—her taking all of him, sucking him until he spent and then he could watch as she swallowed his seed.
“I like it,” he forced out, knowing she needed the validation.
She could hardly know what she did to him. How badly she made him want her. How effortlessly she brought him to his knees, even whilst she was the one who knelt before him.
“Tell me what I should do,” she murmured.
He grasped a handful of her unbound hair, gently guiding her, showing her what he wanted. “Take me in your mouth, darling. Just as you did before. As much of me as you can.”
And she did. His cock glided past her lips, straight into the back of her throat. She made a low hum of approval. It required the exertion of all Decker’s inner restraint to keep from coming then and there. He bit his lip, forced himself to remain still and allow her complete control over him.
She moved tentatively at first, up and down his shaft. When a groan escaped him as she ran her tongue over the slit on his cock, she slanted a coquette’s glance up at him. The realization she was enjoying giving every bit as much as he enjoyed receiving her attentions made him harder.
He sifted his fingers through the luxurious waves of her dark hair, watching his cock go in and out of her pretty lips. He owned hundreds of erotic lithographs, paintings, and sculptures. He had read the most depraved accounts of sexual congress printed in the English language. And yet, the sight of Jo sucking him was the most carnal, beautiful thing he had ever seen.
She licked the underside of his cock, grasping him at the base and squeezing. “How am I doing, sir?”
There it was again, sir.
He had only just introduced her to amorous role playing, but she was a quick learner.
“Wonderfully,” he gritted. “Too wonderful. If you continue much longer, I will spend in your mouth.”
Her gaze met his once more. “I want you to.”
She took him in her mouth again, sucking. He could not keep himself from pumping his hips. He reached the back of her throat once more. Paradise. Fire shot down his spine. His ballocks tightened. He was close to the edge.
“I am going to, Josie,” he warned. “If you do not stop…”
But the minx did not stop. Instead, she took him deeper. The frayed thread of his control snapped. He was powerless. Mindless. His orgasm was fast and furious, his ballocks clenching as pleasure so intense it was almost violent rocked through him. He pumped again, bucking against her as he came down her throat.
She swallowed, draining him, taking every drop of his spend.
Panting, his heart pounding, he staggered when she disengaged from him, her