From being told she was a good girl.
Which was something she had always strived to be, but it was far more wicked, far more perverse to be told she was a good girl for doing… this.Which just made her want to do it more.She licked all around the crown, exploring him with her tongue, before brazenly closing her mouth around it.
Groaning, his hand pushed on the back of her neck, forcing her mouth further down on his shaft until her lips met their hands.He tasted salty and sweet at the same time, the sensations of him being in her mouth both shocking and exciting.
“Bloody hell.That’s it, sweetness.”His fingers massaged her neck as he guided her back up, then pushed her mouth back down, so he was thrusting between her lips the same way he’d thrust inside her last night.
Johanna licked and sucked as best she could, squeezing the base of his cock, moving her hand the way his hand was directing her.
“Ah, fuck… love… I’m going to come.Swallow me…”
Swallow what?
She had her answer almost as soon as the question flitted through her head.Salty fluid spurted onto her tongue, and she would have jerked back in surprise had he not been holding her in place.It did not tastebadexactly, but it did not taste very good either, and the texture was very strange… yet the way he was groaning, the way he shuddered as she did indeed swallow him, made it more than worth it.
The grip on her neck lessened, and she lifted her head.Her lips felt swollen, her mouth felt… used, but in a manner she rather liked.When he guided her back toward him and pressed his lips to her forehead in a gentle kiss, she closed her eyes and sighed happily.This was so nice.So unexpectedly nice.
Then he pulled her against him, nestling her head on his shoulder, cuddling her on his lap, and Johanna could have cried at how utterly wonderful it felt to rest all her burdens on his broad shoulders and strong chest.Her family was taken care of.Her siblings would be fed.Her mother would not starve.
And somehow, she had ended up with the most wonderful husband in the world.
It felt like all her dreams were coming true.
Whatever he needed of her to be his duchess, whatever he wanted from her as his wife, she would happily do.All she wanted was to stay in this blissful little bubble forever.
Unfortunately, reality was suddenly knocking at her door.
Both of them jumped, and Matthew’s arms tightened protectively around her, which made her heart feel like it did a little swoony loop in her chest.There was a muffled voice, which she could not make out the words, but she could easily hear Bridget’s response.
“She’s my sister.Why can I not go into her room?”The indignity in her sister’s voice would have been enough to make Johanna laugh under other circumstances.She could feel a chuckle rumbling through Matthew’s chest.
“I shall go, but we should make sure to keep your door locked from now on,” he murmured, caressing her back in a manner that made her want to ask him to stay… but she really did not think she could handle another bout of pleasure.Nor did she think her impatient sister would wait very long.
The duke pressed another kiss to Johanna’s forehead as he shifted her off his lap.His cock was no longer hard and long, but had softened, now smaller and less fearsome, resting on the sack beneath it like a cat upon a cushion.Johanna very much wanted to explore the difference and touch him while he was like this… but that would have to wait as well.
She waited until he had exited through the door to his room before scrambling up to grab her robe and cover herself.Bridget was still arguing with someone outside the door—she thought it might be Nettie and was even more grateful for the maid—and Johanna rushed to open it.The soreness between her legs was even more amplified now that she was moving, but it made her smile, too.
It was like feeling her husband’s touch on her when he was not even in the room.
Right now, at this moment, it felt like nothing could ever go wrong again.Her fortune had finally turned by marrying the Lord of Luck.
ChapterTwenty
Matthew
Married life was definitely for him, Matthew decided, humming under his breath as Reedy helped him dress for the day.He would very much like to go on a honeymoon, he decided.Somewhere he and Johanna could be together without her family.Though he did not think that she would be ready to leave them quite yet, now that they’d just been reunited.
While Reedy brushed off his jacket, Matthew quickly flipped his coin.
No, not yet.
But something to do in the future.Something they could look forward to.Would she like Paris?Maybe Greece to see some of the ruins.Or Italy.He’d always wanted to go to Venice.Or they could stay closer to home and visit Scotland or Ireland.Whatever she wanted.
He doubted she’d had the opportunity to travel before.Oh, the things he could teach her… both in and out of the bedroom.It was going to be very enjoyable spoiling her, then reaping his rewards in pleasure.While he’d never really thought about bedding a virgin before, there truly was something rather titillating about being able to teach her what he liked.Especially because she was so enthusiastic, something that had undone him when she’d put her mouth on him this morning.
Her enthusiasm was his favorite part.Matthew had known she would do her duty—she seemed a very dutiful sort—but he’d always understood that wives and mistresses or lovers were very different creatures.While it had been clear she did not have any experience in what she was doing, she had not appeared to consider it a duty, either.
“All done, Your Grace,” Reedy said, nodding as he gave Matthew a quick, final look over.“You are looking very fine for your first day as a married man.”