“Ah God, Ellie.”
Heat and wetness engulfed him. She held his gaze as she gently sucked. Love. He saw it in her eyes. Unabashed and fervent. She was worshiping him with her body, with her mouth. He clenched his jaw and held himself still, keeping the movement of his hips shallow. Small thrusts.
The sight of that mouth stretched and filled with his cock was enough to make his ballocks tighten. She hummed around him, the vibration forcing a groan from him. The pleasure was so intense, he was not sure how much he could withstand. She was getting bolder, alternating between pulling him deep into her throat and driving him wild with her clever tongue.
Finally, he could take no more.
“Enough,” he rasped, gently taking her arms and pulling her to her feet. “I need to be inside you.”
Her lips were glistening, their pretty pink hue darkened to red from her ministrations. He could not resist taking that mouth with his. He tasted himself in their kiss, and it made him even harder.
He guided her to the bed, shoving aside the bedclothes so that she lay unencumbered, bare and beautiful. He fell to his knees on the mattress. The sun was rising higher over London, bathing her in a loving glow. He took a moment to admire her, like a Grecian goddess.
Mine.
Wordlessly, she slid her legs apart in invitation.
One he greedily accepted. The heart of her, pink and glistening, called to him. He bent his head and lapped at her clitoris, then down her folds until he licked into her. She was so slick and warm, like the finest silk on his tongue. This was all the breakfast he wanted. Just Ellie, wet and ready for him.
She whimpered as he thrust his tongue into her again and again, claiming her this way. Claiming her every way he could. He wanted to make her scream. To make her splinter apart into a thousand tiny jagged shards of herself that he would put back together again. He had to have it.
He cupped her arse and lifted her higher, devouring her cunny until she was indeed screaming. Feet planted flat on the bed, hips bucking as she pulsed and quivered and ground herself mercilessly against his face. Her juices gushed on his tongue, and he sucked them up as if they were honey. His, just like the rest of her.
He was not going to last long. He kissed his way up her body, stopping to suck a nipple. She writhed and made the most decadent purr of desire he had ever heard. Pure feminine need.
Yes, oh yes.
More.
He grasped his cock, aligning himself to her soaked entrance. It was there, everything he wanted. She was there. He pushed forward, sheathing himself with ease. She tightened around him, her body undulating in welcome. He braced himself on his forearms and held still for a moment, relishing the liquid heat of her quim.
So good. Too good.
He kissed the soft slope of her shoulder. “I love you.”
This seemed the most important. All the coherent thought he could manage just now.
It was enough. Her hands were on his back, caressing and sure. They filled him with fire. To have her hands on him forever—that was what he wanted. What he craved. Her touch, her love, this woman. How she had changed him. When he had become the Duke of Wycombe, he had never fathomed how richly his life would change. That not every alteration would be a sacrifice. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he no longer felt alone. Free of the specter of Croydon and O’Rourke, he could love her as she deserved.
“Oh Hudson,” she murmured, trailing the wicked gift of her fingers up and down his spine. “I love you so.”
He had to move. The emotions were as intense as the sensations coursing through him. He stroked in and out, their bodies working together in natural rhythm.Forever, my love.Had he spoken the words aloud, or were they merely in his mind? He did not know. It did not matter when he slipped a hand between them, finding her pearl once more. He swirled over that demanding bud, wanting her to come apart again.
She stiffened and cried out, her release making her tighten on his cock with so much force that he ground out a curse and began to withdraw. But she clutched him to her tightly, wrapping her legs around his hips.
“Stay,” she murmured, a plea and a command in one. “Please.”
“If I spend inside you,” he began, only to nearly lose himself when she bucked her bottom from the bed, bringing him deeper. “Christ, Ellie…”
“I know,” she said. “Stay.”
Permission.
He seized it. Another thrust, and he lost control, emptying himself into her. The rush of pleasure had him setting his teeth on edge. He pulsed inside her, holding on to the bliss of his release for as long as he could, his thrusts slowing, growing shallower until he slipped from her body entirely.
He remained where he was, atop her, pinning her to the bed, absorbing her warmth, his heart pounding furiously. Likely, he was crushing her. He had to move, but his head was floating above his body and his mind was filled with light. He had never experienced such a potent, powerful orgasm in his life, and it had sapped all the energy from him.
He would move soon.
