Page 73 of Charlotte's Kisses

He figured as much since his wife was easy to persuade when he attended to her luscious little pussy.

He licked his finger and slid it inside that weeping cunny. The second he found the sticky substance, his mouth watered. Starved for her, he parted her nether lips and dipped his tongue into her slick folds.

There, he found what he searched for. His wife was filled with delicious ambrosia. He lapped it up as she moaned her pleasure. Swirling his tongue, he searched for every last drop, licking until all that was left was her natural nectar.

“Oh, Hugh.” Her body tensed.

She was so damn close. He inserted two fingers and curled them as his tongue sought her pearl. Upon finding the sensitive nub, he suckled.

Threading her fingers into his hair, she ground her pelvis against his face. The wet sounds from his feasting mixed with her moans, spurring them into a frenzy. His jaw worked furiously as he sucked harder.

Hips bucking, she screamed his name, and her liquid coated his face. Her internal walls spasmed, milking his tongue and fingers.

By God, she was beautiful.

Once her muscles relaxed, and he was certain she was sated, he untied the cravat and crawled up her body.

She smiled at him. A bolt of love so intense that it knocked the wind from his lungs washed over him.

She stretched long, then threw an arm above her head. “Oh, my. That was heavenly.”

“Quite,” he said.

“’Tis your turn now,” she said.

“Yes. Prepare to be stumped,” he taunted. While bestowing passionate kisses, he secured the cravat across her eyes.

Chapter thirty

Invisible butterflies flitted inCharlotte’s belly and pirouetted along her skin. Since the blindfold stole her vision, she tilted her ear and strained to hear. She discerned scraping, clinking, and theblub, blub,of liquid pouring. Hugh was definitely fiddling with the items on the tray.

If only he would place the honey on his manhood because images from the chapter on sucking a man to completion continued to infiltrate her fantasies. She had yet to put her husband in her mouth. She desperately wanted to, but he was so long and thick. What if she choked or gagged? What if he thought her whorish for desiring such a thing? What if she could not make him feel as good as he made her feel?

But she would have no choice if he placed the honey on that enticing pink head. Then she would finally, at long last, taste every part of him.

His body weight sank onto the mattress beside her. “I am ready,” he said.

She imagined his sinewy form lying beside her, his cock jutting into the air like a masculine flag. Knowing Hugh, his hands were behind his head, and he was grinning like a cock-a-hoop fool. Goodness gracious, she admired his confidence.

“May I have a hint?” she asked.

“That would be cheating since you did not give me any clues.”

She did not need vision to know his eyes twinkled with mischief. Rolling toward him, she aimed her lips where she thought his mouth might be. She missed and accidentally pecked his cheek.

“Nay,” he said. “Try again.”

She halted his chuckle with a forceful kiss, tasting a hint of chocolate and mayhap some honey. But mostly, she discerned brandy, ginger, and her own arousal. She trailed kisses along his jaw, down his neck, and across his well-formed shoulders. Unable to control her urges, she ran her hands over his biceps as her lips moved upward to his ear.

She did not find honey, but her discovery did not stop her from suckling his lobe as her fingers explored.

He did not complain or accuse her of cheating for using her hands. Instead, he groaned a husky sound that wrapped around her core and squeezed.

“Lower,” he said.

“I thought you were not giving me hints,” she whispered in his ear.

“’Tis my turn, and I have changed my mind.”