The afternoon sun filtered through the estate's curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. The servants had long since retreated, leaving the two of them alone in the quiet, luxurious space.
Roland had been absorbed in a stack of documents, his mind focused on the estate's budget, while Janet had rested her head on his lap, her soft curls brushing against his thigh.
After giving birth, Janet was recovering slowly. She looked at her husband who accompanied her and took care of her.
Before marrying him, it would be a lie to say she wasn't worried about the future but all her worries disappeared after seeing Roland's gentle and loving nature.
He was strong, good and capable that made her relaxed.
The gentle breeze from the open window had lulled her into a light doze—until she felt the unmistakable pressure of his growing erection pressing against her cheek.
Janet wasn't startled. Instead, she chuckled softly, her lips curving into a sly smile. She glanced around the room, confirming they were truly alone, and then, without hesitation, she began her playful assault on his composure.
"Janet, what the hell are you doing?" Roland's voice sharpened as he felt her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his trousers. His hand instinctively shot down to stop her, but she was already tugging at his waistband, her breath warm against his thigh.
"Shh," she whispered, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Let me help you, my lord." Her voice was low,and sultry, and it sent a shiver up his spine. He froze, caught between protest and the undeniable surge of arousal that pulsed through him as her fingers freed his hardening length from its confines.
Now, Roland's breath caught as Janet's delicate fingers wrapped around his shaft, her touch a mix of curiosity and confidence. His cock sprang to life, twitching eagerly in her hand, the tip already glistening with precum.
She marveled at its length, watching it grow thicker and harder by the second, the veins pulsing with anticipation. It was as though it had a mind of its own, and she couldn't help but feel a rush of heat between her own thighs.
"My lord," she murmured, her voice dripping with playful affection, "you've been hiding this from me." She gave him a teasing squeeze, her fingers sliding up and down the shaft with a rhythm that made his hips buck involuntarily.
Roland's hands clenched the armrests of the sofa,his knuckles white as he tried to maintain some semblance of control. "Janet," he growled, his voice strained, "this isn't the time or place—"
"Oh, but it is," she interrupted, her tone daring. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against the sensitive tip of his cock. "Look at how much it wants me." Her tongue flicked out, tracing the ridge of his glans, and Roland's entire body tensed.
The sensation was electric, a jolt of pleasure that arced through him, leaving him breathless.
Janet's tongue swirled around the head, coaxing out more precum, which she lapped up with a satisfied hum. Her hand continued its relentless motion, stroking him with a firm, steady pace that threatened to unravel him completely.
"Do you like it, my lord?" she asked, her voice husky as she looked up at him through her lashes.
"Yes," Roland managed to choke out, his voice thick with desire. His hips jerked forward, pushing himself deeper into her hand, and he couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips. "God, yes, I like it."
Janet's lips curled into a triumphant smile, and she doubled her efforts, her strokes becoming more rhythmic, more insistent. Her other hand wandered up his chest, her nails lightly scraping against his skin as she unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his broad chest to her hungry gaze.
But Roland wasn't content to just sit back and receive. His hand snaked down the front of her dress, slipping under the fabric to find the soft swell of her breast. He cupped it firmly, his thumb brushing over her hardened nipple, and Janet let out a soft gasp, her rhythm faltering for just a moment.
"Keep going," he urged, his voice a low, commanding growl. "Don't stop."
Janet obeyed, her hand moving faster now, her fingers sliding over his slick shaft with practiced ease. The slick sounds of her ministrations filled the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and the faint rustle of fabric. Her tongue returned to the tip of his cock, tracing the slit before taking him into her mouth, her lips closing around the sensitive head.
Roland's head fell back against the chair, his chest heaving as he surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue swirling around him as she sucked him deeper, her hand working in tandem to drive him toward the edge. The sensations were too much, too intense, and he could feel the pressure building in his lower abdomen, coiling tighter and tighter with each stroke, each flick of her tongue.
"Janet," he warned, his voice a strained rasp. "I'm going to—"
She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her eyes dark with lust. "Cum for me, my lord," she whispered, her breath ghosting over his throbbing length. "Let me taste you."
The words were his undoing. With a guttural groan, Roland's hips bucked wildly as he came, his release surging out of him in thick, pulsating spurts. Janet's mouth was ready, catching the first jet of his cum, but there was too much, and it spilled over her lips, streaking down her chin and onto her cheeks. She moaned around him, her tongue lapping at the streams of cum as he continued to pulse in her hand and shot towards her face while her fingers milking every last drop from him.
When it was over, Roland slumped back in the chair, utterly spent, his chest rising and falling with deep, ragged breaths.