“Hmm,” she hummed softly, brushing her mouth against his. “It was a most enlightening conversation. It seems you like to share your lovers.”
“I am not sharing you,” leaped from him like a snarl.
Pleasure gleamed in her eyes. “I am also deeply averse to sharing you.”
She kissed him, and their tongues dueled in a sensual glide for several breathless moments. He walk-stumbled with her over to a wide armchair. James was vaguely aware of several people drawing closer, watching them as they passionately kissed. Elizabeth pulled her mouth from his, and her breathing fractured. She glanced over her shoulders, her gaze skipping over the more than twenty people who stood by watching them. Her smile surprised him, and a dark wash of lust rushed through his body.
“Are these the people I need to stake my claim before?” she drawled, shifting back to face him.
Deep inside her gaze, he saw desire and another emotion he could not identify. James realized then that the conversation she overheard had also wounded something inside of her. He stilled, awareness thrumming in his veins. If he had overheard anyone talking about Elizabeth taking any other lover, he would have likely lost his damn mind. He tenderly brushed a wisp of hair from her forehead. She smelled so sweet, so warm and alive.
“Hands off,” she whispered, holding his gaze, her emotions naked. Only he was not able to understand them.
James complied, gripping the edges of the armchair, staring at his lover, his damn heart tumbling over inside his chest. Using her teeth, she tugged off her gloves and dropped them to the carpeted floor. Nimble fingers untied his cravat, and his senses were so heightened that James heard the whisper of silk as she tugged the cloth from around his throat. His gut was tied in knots and his heart pounded with anticipation. Her eyes gleaming, she balled up his cravat and pushed it into his mouth.
Elizabeth leaned close, placing her mouth against his ear. “You have not touched me, yet my pussy aches with want. I am already so wet, James.”
He bit down on the cloth, a soft groan rumbling from his throat. She reached between their bodies, opening his flap and freeing his cock. James bit tighter on the cloth once her delicate hands tried to clasp his girth.
“I have been wondering about you fucking and owning my arse as you’d said.” She nipped his ear sharply. “Is that what a lover here can give you that I am not giving?”
He shook his head, wanting to tug the cloth from his mouth and tell her that she was everything he could ever want in a lover. She leaned back and held his gaze. Elizabeth lifted her weight and positioned herself on the tip of his cock. It was fucking laughable how his heart pounded. Many had shifted closer, but it was his gaze she held. The picture she presented was one of erotic delight, for she forced those who watched to use their lurid imagination. Though her pussy was poised over his throbbing length, and he could feel the wet heat brushing against his cock head, no one could see.
The gown had barely ridden to her knees, revealing silken stockings tied with lace garters and delicate dancing slippers. She rubbed his cock head over her cunt, and he gripped the armchair so hard his knuckles ached.
“All of me belongs to you, James, and all of you belongs to me,” she whispered, her eyes soft and luminous. “As long as we are lovers … this pussy is yours, my arse, the sweet, hot throat you praised … my fidelity and friendship are yours.”
He almost spent his load right then. Her soft promise sent a flood of warmth through his chest. James could not look away from the sweet sensuality of her face as she started to sink her pussy down on his cock. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes widening. He’d always ensured her pussy was soaked before he took her, but he could do nothing but bite down on the cravat stuffed in his mouth and clutched the armchair, knowing he must not release it until his lover wanted him to.
“I feel as if your cock is splitting my pussy open, James.”
Fucking hell. He groaned, the sound rough, garbled, and desperate. His balls tightened as she rocked onto his cock, bearing down even though he could see the hint of pain in her beautiful eyes.
“Last night, I dreamed of you licking my slit and tonguing me until I climaxed. I think of you often, James, even on the nights when you ride me to exhaustion. I still stumble into bed and dream of you.”
Another muffled sound escaped him. Never in his life had he experienced such hunger … such want. With a sense of shock, James realized he had never moaned for another lover.
“Do you dream of me?”
Every night, he silently snarled.
Elizabeth must have seen it in his eyes, for she smiled. “There are times I feel as if you have invaded and possessed me, but when I stare into your eyes, I only see chilling beauty. I like when you look at me so … as if I just might also own a piece of your soul.”
James itched to feel that satiny skin under his hands, to feel the silk of her hair against his body. She gripped his shoulder with one hand and slipped the other under her dress to find her clitoris. Her fingers plucked and strummed her nub, and her wetness coated his cock, sending ripples of heated pleasure from his aching balls to his entire body. He teetered on the edge. Sweat slicked his body, and he felt as if he burned. His lover bore down harder, a sharp cry leaving her as she impaled her cunt deeper.
“James,” she whimpered, her fingers rubbing her clitoris harder. “I am so hot and eager for you to fill me up.”
Elizabeth kissed the corner of his mouth, the tenderness a stark contrast to the lush way she rolled her hips, sinking deeper onto his length. “You look so beautiful, James. Your jaw is hard, the muscles of your throat so pronounced. I know you want to toss me onto my knees and punish my cunt with a hot fucking … is that not what you told me, my duke, that this desperate want writhing low in my belly can only be eased with the hottest of fucking?”
By God … I damn well cannot … too soon …
She held his gaze, her eyes dark with lust, as she sank her wet pussy inch after torturous inch onto his cock. Shock waves of pleasure shuddered through James. He felt when her pussy finally caved against the force she pushed down with, and she slid onto his cock until he was buried to the hilt. Her wild cry echoed in his ears. She was so tight sweat beaded on his forehead. Elizabeth rocked, swiveled, then slid up and down over and over, riding him with intense sensuality, provocatively murmuring against his mouth that he was not allowed to release.
She was the most ravishing thing he had ever seen. And by God, James knew Elizabeth was the only thing he would ever need in this lifetime. This woman made him so damn weak and desperate. Her breathing grew ragged, and her words petered out to moans and sobs of pleasure as she twined both hands around his nape, dropped her forehead to his and thoroughly fucked her pussy onto his throbbing cock. She tightened, rippling over his length as she unraveled, soaking his trousers with her continuous climax.
“James,” she cried out, tightening again and ripping his release from his body.
She was beautiful in her climax, skin flushed pink, hair spread, tumbling over her body and brushing against his skin like a silken waterfall, her pussy fluttering around his cock as his release pulled another orgasm from her. His muffled groan was one of deep pleasure, and his damn body shook.
