Chapter 5
It took a long time for Callum to fall asleep. If he had been alone, he would have pleasured himself to relieve the unbearable tension. But if she awoke to see what he was doing, he would have had to throw himself into the fire. Instead, he went outside to check on his horse and cool his ardor.
The snow still fell thickly, quieting the world around them and making him feel as though they were the only two people left in Warlock. That would make things simpler.
He cleared a path through the snow to the stable and tossed another blanket over his horse. The mare seemed content and snug enough for the night. He gathered a load of firewood to replenish the stack inside.
With nothing else to do, he stripped to his shirt and breeches and slipped onto the other side of the bed, being careful not to wake her. She was turned on her side, facing him, her hair spread over the pillow in waves he wanted to sink his hands into.
He didn’t touch her. He’d already done too much. Whatever had been in the punch had obliterated her inhibitions, although she hadn’t acted foxed. Teaching her what pleasure her body was capable of after a passionless marriage seemed a mercy, not a sin.
His attempt to justify his actions did not absolve his guilt. He should sleep in the barn with his mare. Being this close to her was torture. Maybe that was his penance.
He let out a low groan and turned onto his back.
His erection was back and just as hard as it had been when she had flown apart on his lap.
It was a moment he would never forget. In fact, he had the feeling he would relive it every time he closed his eyes.
He’d definitely think about how her soft, wet heat felt and tasted every time he pleasured himself.
Finally, he dozed, but his sleep was fraught with carnal fantasies of fucking Eleanor on every surface in his cabin and in every position he knew. His dreams settled on Eleanor’s outrageous quest to suck him off.
He didn’t want to leave his dreams, but the physical world called him back. He heard a whimpered feminine moan. The pleasure he experienced in his dream magnified.
He opened his eyes. Eleanor was on her knees between his legs. The covers had been thrown off. The fall of his breeches was partially open, and the tip of his cock was visible. In utter disbelief, he watched as Eleanor licked the exposed tip with a throaty moan.
The fire was banked but provided enough light to torment him. Her shirt gaped open, and her breasts were visible, the nipples as peaked as they had been earlier. Was he still dreaming? He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them once more. She hadn’t disappeared.
“Eleanor. Stop.” His voice was like gravel.
She flicked her tongue across the slit of the head of his cock and looked up at him. “Are you not enjoying this? Am I being too rough? Too gentle?”
He swallowed and gathered his thoughts. “You are driving me wild, but it is the herbs in the punch. You must still be addled. I refuse to take advantage of you.” Or at least further advantage of her.
“You’re not taking advantage of me. I woke with a clear head. I want to do this.” Her tongue flicked at the head of his cock again before she added. “But it’s my first time trying, and you must guide me. I only got the barest explanation from the madam.”
He sat up and brought her face to his. “Are you sure you are no longer under the influence of the herbs? I do not want you to harbor regrets.”
She titled her head to study him for a long moment and smiled slightly.
“Whatever was in the punch only made it easier to overcome my nerves and clarified what I want. After James died, I felt as if my life was over too, but now… I know there is much left to experience and discover. And right here, right now, I’d like to do that with you. If you are willing.”
“Your reputation?—”
“Is already in tatters with polite society without having actually done anything scandalous myself.” She shrugged, and her shirt slipped off her shoulder. “I am a widow now, and I believe that confers me some freedom. As long as we are discreet.”
He was desperate to believe her. “We are alone in my cabin.”
“And not leaving this night. I have the feeling everyone will be chagrined at their behavior at the festival and much will be conveniently forgotten. This may be our only chance. Let’s not waste our moment.”
The punch had worn off. She was not a virgin. He was not taking advantage of her. He fisted his hand in her hair and brought their mouths close. His baser instincts battled with his conscience and won.
“You enchanted me as a girl, but I could have never imagined the way you captivate me as a woman.” He brushed his lips across hers.
“But you were so cold when we met again. I thought you had forgotten me or thought me a silly girl.” She pulled away slightly.
“Never.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “The past few years have been difficult and lonely. I didn’t feel worthy of you.”
This time she was the one who kissed him, with ardor and emotion. There was understanding in the kiss, and a lack of judgment. It undid him, and if they weren’t in bed, he might have fallen to his knees to pledge himself to her right then and there.
“Now tell me how to please you,” she murmured against his mouth.
He plumped the pillow behind him and scooted up the bed. His legs were spread, but his breeches constricted around his hips and only an inch or two of his cock was free.
She bit her bottom lip and looked at him from under her lashes. “Perhaps you should disrobe?”
He shucked his breeches and shirt so fast she laughed but with obvious nerves. He resumed his position. She goggled at his cock, and he wondered at her thoughts. How did he compare to her late husband?
He was fully erect, and without his breeches to keep it in check, his cock jutted up from a dark nest of hair. The head was swollen, and a bead of his spunk rolled down the shaft. His bollocks were aching for release.
“I fear you will make short work of me. I have been in this state since I walked in to see you in my shirt,” he said.
She played with the ties at the front. The firelight behind her turned the thin cotton translucent, outlining her curves. “I could feel your cock against my bottom earlier, but now I can fully appreciate its size.”
Usually he would enjoy having a woman complimenting his cock, but she sounded more worried than aroused. “If you’re scared, you don’t have to do anything.”
She gave him a sharp look. “I am no coward, Callum.”
“That’s not what I?—”
She wrapped her hand around his cock, and he let out a hissing breath, letting his head fall back on the pillows. Her grip loosened. “Did I hurt you?”
He shook his head, forcing himself to speak in a strained voice. “You can be rougher. Grab me tighter and stroke.”
Her touch was still too light, and he covered her hand with his to show her what he liked. His spunk continued to leak out and provided lubrication. While still pumping him, she leaned down, her hair falling forward and tickling his thighs, to lick the head.
“What next?” She spoke with her lips against the sensitive skin of his cock, and pleasure zinged through him. His toes curled.
“Take the head of my cock fully into your mouth while you grip the shaft.” He couldn’t believe the order he’d just given.
Even more surprising was her willingness to do it. She opened her mouth and engulfed him in the warmth and pressure of her mouth. It would be the matter of a few thrusts until he spent. He brushed her hair back so he could imprint the image of her lips around his cock.
She looked up, meeting his gaze with her eyebrows raised. She truly wished to learn how to pleasure him with her mouth. He garnered the fraying threads of his self-control.
“Use your tongue around the ridge below the tip while you suck,” he said.
Her tongue went to work. She paused to swallow, and the pressure almost made him spend down her throat.
“Cup my bollocks and lick the shaft.” He barely recognized his voice.
She followed his directions with gusto, wetting his cock with her warmth.
“Now suck me again but deeper. As deep as you are able.”
She was able to take half of his cock into her mouth before gagging. He fisted his hands in the covers to keep from holding her by the hair and thrusting into her mouth. He couldn’t quite stop his hips from pumping.
“I need to fuck your mouth, sweetheart.”
She moaned around his cock and loosened her jaw, catching on quickly to his rhythm. He had never seen anything as arousing and beautiful as Eleanor kneeling between his legs and sucking him off.
“Bloody hell, I’m going to spend.” With only a second to spare, he speared his hand through her hair and lifted her off his cock.
Then he erupted. The first spurt hit her across her chin and reddened lips.
The next two crisscrossed the front of the shirt she wore.
The rest of his spend trickled down the shaft.
She touched her mouth before licking her lips clean.
The dark outline of one peaked nipple was visible through the damp cotton.
He couldn’t help himself. He sat up, cupped her breast, and thrummed the nipple wet with his spend.
He dragged the shirt down her shoulder, not stopping until her breast was exposed.
“What are you—” A gasp cut off her question when he closed his mouth around her nipple.
She squirmed. He would have pulled away to make sure he wasn’t scaring her, but she threaded her fingers through his hair and held him against her breast. It was her and not he who wrestled the shirt over her head to give him full access to both breasts.
He took advantage of the bounty laid before him.
He sucked and flicked his tongue and ran his teeth against first one nipple and then the other.