Chapter Eight #3
Once things grew far too heated, he dug the fingers of one hand into the folds of her cloak. Would it be outside of enough if he took her right there? Before he could decide, Emma dropped to her knees on those flagstones and reached for his frontfalls.
“What are you doing?” But he had a fair idea, and the hope for that had his length hardening far too rapidly.
Her grin widened. “I’m hoping to bring you to the edge of release and take you on a pleasure-filled ride on the way.”
It was as if his mind completely stopped as he stared down at her. The crimson of her robe stood stark against the dark gray flagstones. “But the gardeners…” He flicked his gaze to the maid cleaning the window glass beyond Emma’s shoulder. “And the maid…”
“Ha. Such a coward, Thornton.” Easily, she plucked the buttons from their holes and chuckled with glee when his engorged member sprang forward. “You’re the one who enjoys public exhibitionism. Let’s see how quickly you can stand it when I initiate intimacy.”
“I’d rather have the fuck.” Still, interest shivered through his shaft as he remembered how her lush curves had felt nestled against his body.
“I’m not making any promises, for I intend to make you spend down my throat,” she said in a barely there whisper as she brushed her fingers over his impossibly hard member. “Shall I continue?
Was this to be a battle of wills, then? Could he exert the amount of control over himself needed to not spend beneath her ministrations? “Absolutely. I look forward to what you’ll do.” Damn but he was intrigued and aroused by her daring and initiative. “In this, I shall win though.”
“Time will tell.” But he didn’t quite trust the wicked twinkle in her eyes as she moistened her lips with her tongue.
How erotic was that?
“My, my, Your Grace, you are quite impressive,” she crooned as if she’d never seen his private bits before. “This might require special handling.”
“I’m waiting, duchess.” Amused but growing more aroused as the seconds went by, he widened his stance. Then he buried the fingers of one hand into her hair and drew her toward his prick. “Why are you doing this?”
“Why not?” She gently licked the head of his shaft, and when intensive sensations streaked through his stones, he gasped.
With a giggle, Emma removed her gloves. “Since the ball the other night, you’ve thrown your authority about and ordered me to do things.
Now it’s my turn to show you how I can order you about.
Perhaps then you’ll understand why I want to help you through other things.
” When she traced a fingertip along the side of his member, that light touch nearly became his undoing.
“Emma…”
“Hush, Thornton. You’ll enjoy this. At least, you did… before.”
For a few seconds, he watched her as memories assailed him of those frantic, heated first two months of their union.
When wrapped a hand about his stiff length, he dug deep into his willpower to keep from reacting.
After a first stroke along his length, Emma held him more firmly and drew her curled fingers up and down his shaft.
Bloody hell.
Cecil sucked in a sharp breath, for her caresses had awareness and need shivering down his spine. Then he thought to tease her. “Is that the best you can do, Lady Thornton?”
“So arrogant.” A faint smile curved her lips.
“But no. Now you’re in for it.”” Soon she was stroking his flesh with a mad concentration that would have him jumping from the terrace in a twinkling.
Up and down her fingers went, then at the root, she twisted her wrist and flexed her fingers.
Heated reaction streaked through his member and into his stones.
“Emma, please…”
“Ah, begging now. How lovely that sounds.”
With every pass of her fingers, every damned word out of her tart mouth, he hardened further.
Need tingled in his balls, but just when he suggested she stop so he could bury himself in her body, his duchess cupped his stones in her other hand, squeezed them with a firm insistence that had his eyes nearly crossing.
“Hmm, you’re not quite as excited about my work as I’d hoped.” One of her blonde eyebrows rose in challenge, then with a husky chuckle, she leaned forward and closed her dark pink lips around the head of his shaft, sucked on him before easing off.
Hellfire and damnation!
Cecil’s whole body jerked. On a whim, she lifted his gaze to the window behind her and met the eyes of the maid who polished the glass. She stood frozen, watching with unconcealed curiosity, and he didn’t care. With a wink, he landed his attention back on his wife.
“Like that, do you?” Emma giggled, and the vibrations buzzed around his length, enhancing the exquisite torture she’d already given him.
While still holding his stones in her hand, she moved closer to him and slowly, so damn slowly he thought he might die, she took his member into her mouth as far as he could go until his tip hit the back of her throat.
“Minx.” Or perhaps, instead, she was a siren of old.
Then, she swallowed, and the contracting muscles gently squeezed his prick. He nearly shot his wad right there, but he bore down on the urge and gritted his teeth.
“Emma, damn you…”
“You aren’t the only one who has a bit of skill in this, and I learned from you, remember.
” She drew off his shaft with a slight pop.
“I always adored your cock, Thornton. Quite satisfying in many ways” When she released his stones, he knew a moment’s relief, but it was short-lived, for she slipped that hand around the back of his thigh and took him once more into the warm cavern of her mouth.
In seconds, he was lost in the wonder that was his wife as she proceeded to suck him off or apparently kill him.
Once she found a rhythm, he was doomed. As he remained helpless in her hold, she worked him over with both her hand and her mouth.
As she swirled the tip of her tongue beneath the head of his shaft, he forgot how to breathe, but when she tickled his length with said tongue and teeth? His knees nearly gave out.
Lastly, his mind ceased to work as it splintered. With a groan, he buried his hands in her soft hair, tangled his fingers in those golden tresses and because he couldn’t help it, needed some relief, Cecil thrust into her mouth. “Good God, woman, you’re going to kill me.”
For a moment, she paused, but with a giggle that sent tremors through his length, she continued her work.
Her fingers delved tighter into the flesh of his thigh.
The faster and deeper he thrust, the more frantic and harder she brought him to pleasure.
The sight of her blonde head bobbing on his shaft was enough to hurtle him over the point of no return.
With a strangled sort of cry, he pulled out of the warm cavern of her mouth and took a step away from her.
Emma gazed up at him with confusion. “Thornton, what’s wrong? We’re not finished.”
A growl escaped him. “I’ll be damned if I come down your throat, for I want the sensation of claiming your body, fucking you so hard and thoroughly you can’t walk afterward.”
For the space of a few heartbeats, she held his gaze. “Do you plan to withdraw before you come?”
Shock slammed into him. Were they going to have this conversation right now? With his prick as hard as a statue’s marble limb? “What of possible pregnancy? I wouldn’t prove a good father. I refuse to be like my father or grandfather, and what if have no choice in the matter?”
She huffed. “The fact you’re worried about it means you’ll make the effort and take measures to not follow in their footsteps”
“And my scars…” His brain was in free-fall.
“Stop hiding, Cecil. They don’t affect the man you are or can be, and they certainly don’t detract from how you make me feel.” She offered him a hand, and as he tugged her into a standing position, she added, “I want to devour you whole, Thornton.”
Ah, God. What had he done to deserve her? “I might prove a terrible father anyway.”
“You don’t know that, but to have a miniature version of you? Someone who will love me unconditionally, someone I can remember you by if things go…” She didn’t finish the sentence as tears welled in her eyes.
Another wave of shock plowed into him. “You’ve worried over that?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “I don’t want you to leave me either.”
With a sound that was somewhere between a cry of surrender and a growl, he yanked her into his arms and then proceeded to kiss the hell out of her.