sat, he spread
his legs, leaving a gap between them big enough for her to kneel in if she
chose. She swallowed and the soft skin on her throat rippled. Such a small thing, but oh so exciting to him. She was aware
of him. And I thought she was indifferent. "You were about to decide what happens next."
"I was, wasn't I?" She took a deep breath and
Tony wondered if her breasts would pop over the top of her gown. Was that a
dusky nipple he could see half revealed?
"Then I will sit here." With only the
slightest tremble, Susanna stood, turned and sank to her knees in between his
thighs. Her dress caught under her legs and the silk tightened over her
contours.
Tony waited without saying a word until she
fidgeted.
"Well?" Susanna asked, as she stared at
him. Her lips were parted and her breath came out in tiny pants. In the low
light he saw how her skin shone with the soft sheen of arousal. "What
now?"
"Now if you were really interested in what we
could be, I'd get you to put your hands behind your back, bow your head and
stay silent, and not fidget. Instead I think I’ll ask you to suck my cock."
Had he gone too far? She was a young unmarried lady
of the Ton, not some demi monde who knew the score.
"Oh,
my." She lifted her hand in the air in a fluttering motion and let it drop to her
side. Then she lifted both hands to the band of his pantaloons and drew it
lower until the tip of his cock, slick with his juices, was revealed. Her gasp
was one of what? Tony hoped not disgust, but to tell the truth, he had no idea.
All he knew was that as her hands scraped his skin, his pre-cum increased.
Slowly, almost reverently, she released his prick from its confines and stroked
the length with a trembling finger.
"Well, hello." Her voice was husky.
"I'm so pleased to make your acquaintance." As he opened his mouth to
speak, Susanna bent her head.
Tony lost any idea of what he intended to say.
Chapter
Six
Susanna had no idea she could be so bold. The
butterflies in her stomach would vie any lepidopterist's collection, and the muscles
in her channel jumped around so much it was a wonder she wasn't dancing along
with them. It was one thing asking Jane for the details of what she might be
asked to do, another to actually do it. Where did her nose go? Should she use her
hands to get his prick into a position she could manage? Did she just take the
tip into her mouth and suck? What if, he came in her mouth? Should she swallow
or spit? So many questions. Why did she think she
could do this? Just because she needed to make him understand she wished to
experience all he had to offer.
She lifted her head. "Maybe I should just lift
my skirts and sit on your lap instead?"
"Reneging, Susanna? I thought you had more
backbone than that," Tony said in an undertone. Outside in the auditorium
the cheers and applause indicated the drama was about to continue. Inside the
box, Susanna decided it was about to start.
"Oh, tarnation." She sat back on her
heels and looked up at him. "I don't know what to do." She waited to
see what his response would be. He didn't give one.
"I don’t know how I do it."
"However you want to. This is your show and let
me tell you, damnable hard it is for me to let it be so," Tony said.
"It's rare for me to sit back and not direct the proceedings. Enjoy it
whilst you can."
She smiled. "I intend to."
"I wish I knew what game you were playing,
Susanna."
"The game of life, my lord. Our
lives."
He raised one well-sculpted eyebrow.
Susana saw red. Her hair color was apt. "Oh,
well, you said so." With a temerity she hadn't know she possessed she took
hold of his cock in both hands, held it still and wrapped her lips around it as
far down the length as she could. And sucked for all she was worth.
His skin was soft and slid over a rock hard core. As
her mouth tightened, and the head of his prick ticked the very back of her
mouth, his juices coated her tongue, salty and warm. Going on instinct she
hadn't known she