30. Chapter Thirty

Chapter thirty

I nvisible butterflies flitted in Charlotte’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 the blub, 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.”

She giggled, but only briefly because she could not lick and laugh simultaneously. Her hands followed her mouth, caressing him as she tasted her way down the ebbs and swells of his flavorful torso. Even his abdominals were solid muscle—and delicious.

“Did you pour your drink down your front?” she asked.

“Not to your liking?” he asked, a cocky lilt to his question.

Occupied with sucking the tangy liquor from his skin, she did not answer. She placed a kiss where his navel should be, halting her ministrations because her lips brushed something foreign. It seemed her playful husband had shoved a strawberry into his belly button. She clutched the fruit between her teeth and inched her way back up his body. His warm breath led her straight to his mouth.

No words were needed. He knew precisely what she offered. Their lips touching, they devoured the strawberry. Once it was gone, their tongues tangled. She took advantage of her position on top to grind her hip against his cock. Something sticky stuck to her skin.

Her lips cupped his ear. “I found the first dab. ’Tis on your cock.”

“Say it again. I adore it when you say naughty words.”

“Cock,” she whispered as she kissed his shoulder.

“Hell’s teeth.” His chest heaved with his heavy breaths.

“Cock.” She suckled at one delectable nipple before finding and nibbling on the other.

“You are so bloody good at this,” he said. “But I must confess, I did not put honey anywhere else.”

Then she would focus her attention on his…

“Cock.” She licked her way down the trail of hair leading to said appendage while occasionally grazing his hard staff with her hand.

Once she reached her destination, Charlotte took the head of his manhood into her mouth and gently sucked. Hugh growled out guttural sounds of ecstasy while she cleaned up the sweet honey—as well as a splash of something salty. Most likely, it was the liquid that oozed when he was aroused.

She laved his penis with long licks. It twitched and taunted until she sucked him back into her mouth. Hugh was delicious. Sweet and salty, with a tang of musk.

She was a ravenous wench, and Hugh’s body might now be her favorite treat. It was better than sweetmeats, or apricot tarts, or chocolate biscuits.

He guided her hand to the base of his cock. Together, they fisted it. Once her mouth and hand matched the intensity and pace he set, he thrust his hips. Their movements were so in sync, it was as if they were one pulsing, breathing being.

One of his hands cradled the back of her head, providing a gentle touch in the middle of their debauched lovemaking.

For once, she was a confident goddess, entirely in control of both the moment and the man she loved. She boldly flicked her tongue along his length.

He moaned.

Embracing the adventurous nymph that resided deep inside her, her tongue swirled his cock as her hand gently twisted around his girth.

Was it possible that he grew harder? More importantly, could she intensify his pleasure even more? Perchance if she took him deeper. She turned her head ever-so-slightly and sucked.

“Fuck, yes,” he growled as his cock brushed the back of her throat.

If only she could see him. His jaw was probably tense, and the corded muscles in his neck assuredly ticked. And yet, there was something thrilling about being deprived of her vision as she explored his body. All her senses seemed heightened. Enveloped in the scent of spicy ginger, the taste of Hugh and brandy on her tongue, his warm skin rubbed against her.

She palmed the two sacks beneath his penis and gently squeezed.

“Fuck. I am going to come.” His body tensed.

She squeezed again.

Hugh’s body jerked. “Charlotte!” he cried out.

She caught the first spurt of his seed in her mouth and swallowed. It was thick and salty and tasted of intimacy. Fisting him, she coaxed spurt after spurt from his trembling body. She did not stop until he lay still and his cock was no longer brick-hard.

She removed the cravat and swiped it over the spend on his belly. Once she cleaned him, she curled against him, resting her head on his chest.

He kissed her forehead. “Thank you.”

“No. Thank you,” she said.

Chuckling, he closed his eyes.

Pepper snored from the floor beside their bed, and Snowball purred from the windowsill. The lovebird’s chirping quieted to a light rustling as they groomed one another. Meanwhile, Hugh’s heart thumped, thumped beneath her ear . Eventually, his breathing evened out, and he slept.

Charlotte lay awake for a long while, listening to the mesmerizing sounds of her family’s peaceful slumber. The best part of this happy scenario was that it never had to end. Henceforth, every night, she would fall asleep surrounded by her precious family.

Smiling, she closed her eyes and became one with the mattress.