Chapter Fifteen #2
He reached for her. “What if I wish to explore you instead?”
“Then you will need to wait, Blackhawke. No cheating.” Letting the fingertips of one hand drift over his mostly flat abdomen, she arched an eyebrow. “I would secure your wrists tonight, but I honestly adore when you take possession of the coupling.”
“Intriguing. What will you do, I wonder?”
She met his gaze, and there was so much desire and need in those dark blue depths, it resonated deep inside her. “We’ll discover that together.” It didn’t matter she didn’t have experience in pleasuring a man orally. He would teach her everything she needed to know.
“Feel free to explore.” The dratted man tucked his arms behind his head and widened his legs, which put his rampant shaft more fully on display. “I won’t stop you until I’m ready to explode.”
“Mmm, that sounds so delicious,” she said as she danced her fingertips over his chest. The sprinkling of blond hair there rasped against her palms and enhanced the need surging through her veins.
“Just remember that I am not a young man any longer. If you make me spend now, there won’t be anything left to claim you with, and it is our wedding night…”
“Don’t worry. I won’t waste your diminishing strength. After all, you are probably so frail at that age.” With a wink, she maneuvered to his side, resting on her knees. “Or perhaps you need a few hours of sleep before we begin.”
“Eloise…” Her name vanished within the soft growl that issued from him. “Too much teasing and I’ll have you on your back with me stones deep and no time for playing.”
“As if that is such a horrible thing.” But she sobered a bit.
“So impatient, Your Grace.” Because she needed to touch him, teased and caressed her fingers along his shaft in an effort to encourage that organ to harden more.
Oh, his body was so solid beneath her hands, and combined with the clean scent of him, she feared she wouldn’t last too long before begging him to touch her.
What was it about this man that made her throw caution to the wind and forget all common sense?
“Having second thoughts, duchess?” When he reached for her, she batted his hand away.
There would be no distraction from him. “Wanting to treat you to pleasure as you have to me.” With a tiny grin, she continued to manipulate his shaft.
A grunt sailed from the duke’s throat. “Since meeting me, you have become far too wicked.”
“Perhaps I have. Or perhaps this is who am I growing into when I don’t hold myself back in the prison of my past.” She frowned but kept her concentration on his thick member.
It was a marvel in her palm, much like silk over steel, yet so fragile.
“When I met you, it was as if you put a match to dry tinder.”
“Except for the first when you threatened to kill me.”
She couldn’t help her snicker. “What can I say? You aggravated me with your high-handedness.”
A chuckle left his throat. As his aroused member grew, he widened his stance so she would have more room to work. “You came around to my way of thinking, have even initiated intimacy together and begged me to send you flying.”
“Yes, well, why shouldn’t I? We came together in scandal, why not live that way?
” It was such freedom to say what was on her mind.
Daring much, Eloise caressed her fingers up and down the inside of his splayed thighs.
She adored how he felt, much more solidly built than she was.
The rasp of the crisp hairs covering his skin sent tendrils of need through her lower belly.
The race of her heartbeat behind her ribs and the tingles of excitement at the base of her spine urged her onward.
Never had she wanted anyone more. He is my husband. It still was unbelievable.
“It won’t always be like that. Soon you’ll be able to carve out the life you want for yourself.” The statement was a tad breathless, for she’d begun to caress the underside of his shaft.
“I refuse to entertain that thought.” She sent him a wink before she settled into her task of seeing how quickly—and how hard—she could make him find release. “Tonight, I want you to feel… something.”
It was a bold statement and might set off his temper, but he said nothing, merely gazed at her with a bemused expression. “I believe I have lived more since meeting you than I have since returning from the war.”
“All to the good.” The more she handled his impressive equipage, the tighter and longer that thick, hot length grew, and she loved the power of it.
Eloise curled her fingers around him; his girth fit well in her palm.
As she experimented with various degrees of pressure, moans escaped him.
The coarse hair at the base of his shaft tickled her skin.
While she watched the emotions flitting over his face, she fondled his stones, squeezing and releasing, finding a rhythm she liked that incorporated both them and his length to bring him the maximum pleasure.
“Leave off and let me touch you.” His demand sounded forced.
“Not just yet. I’m enjoying myself far too much.”
The look in his eyes stalled her breath. “How your mind works is both wondrous and intimidating; I am often envious of that.”
“Free yourself, James. Let go. It is key.”
“I can’t…”
“Well, I’ve only just started with you, and this is the beginning of what I plan to do to you.
” Today, tomorrow, days from now, who could say?
“So you damn well better remain in this world for a bit.” Then she held his gaze as she moved closer to his body.
When she licked the wide head of his member, he hissed in warning.
The scent of him wafted to her nose while the earthy taste of him lingered on her palate.
“Elli…”
“You are not in the position to make demands, Your Grace.” Performing such an act on him was the height of scandal, but she needed to do this for herself, to show that she could hold power over a man.
Remind herself that she hadn’t been broken by the French years ago and could still enjoy life.
She took his hard length into her mouth.
One of his hands curled into a fist in the bedding and then relaxed when she eased off.
The strong feel of him, the odd intrusion of his shaft in her mouth as she bobbed on his member ramped her own arousal; it was yet another level to her addiction to him.
James groaned. “If you don’t enjoy this, by all means, we can play differently.”
“Hush, Blackhawke. Let me do this. Then I can give you a proper answer.”
Returning to her task, she swirled her tongue around the underside of his cockhead and added caresses and squeezes to how she worked him over with her mouth. His moans came more quickly.
“Let me touch you.” His voice was strained by this point.
“Soon.”
Again, she took him into her mouth with more determination this time in the hope he would stop talking.
Eventually, he slowly thrust upward, which sent his shaft deeper until the tip hit the back of her throat.
She paused, briefly, to consider if she liked that sensation of fullness, and deciding that she didn’t mind, she swallowed, for her throat was dry.
“Good God,” he breathed as he shot into a sitting position. “Your muscles massaging my prick is much like heaven.”
Warmth went through her, but she didn’t answer.
His hands went into her hair, fisting and tangling the length while tugging on the mass. “I won’t last if you continue.”
She chuckled around his shaft, but she didn’t decrease her rhythm.
How much longer would he last? Would she?
Already, her nipples were taut and aching while throbbing need made itself known between her thighs.
Perhaps she should have encouraged him to claim her body instead.
It didn’t matter. He was a man who didn’t need much urging to fall into bed, so she increased her intensity and friction on his member, working to bring him directly to that brink.
“Nearly gone.” His whisper was choked as he thrust more forcefully into her mouth, and alternately holding her head, guiding her more firmly down onto him.
There was such power flowing through her being as she literally held his pleasure in her hands. It wasn’t a favorite act by any stretch, but when she glanced up, saw the concentration mixed with pleasure in his face, her own satisfaction grew.
“Eloise, for the love of fuck…” The more the duke stroked into her mouth, the more she used her fingers to heighten that delicious tension.
She manipulated his stones, caressed the inside of his thighs, worked a finger behind those balls to stroke the sensitive skin there, and she thought he might launch from the bed. “I’m going to come.”
She squeezed his stones as she pulled off his shaft with a slight pop. “Then do it. I want all of you,” she whispered and then contented herself with sucking on the head of his member, swirling her tongue around that sensitive flesh merely to see if he would fall over the edge.
“If your intention is to murder me tonight, you are doing a lovely job of it.” His hands on her head tightened, guiding her, holding her steady as he went in and out of her mouth.
Seconds later, his eyes rolled back into his head.
“But when I find release, I’ll damn well do it in your body.
” The statement was graveled; his body taut as he apparently fought against breaking.
That was the end of her quest to see him undone, for he pushed her off him with enough force that she toppled over onto her back.
“God, I had no idea how much of a vixen you truly are,” he said in a breathless tone while he loomed over her. His eyes, his hair, his expression were all wild, and she grinned, for she’d done that to him.
“I don’t know about that, but I do know that you have completely upended my world.” Words danced on the tip of her tongue, yet this wasn’t the time for a serious conversation. “Will you restrain me tonight?”