He stayed her further questioning with a swift, hard kiss before raising his head again to regard her with smoldering intensity. “You’ll have to trust me.”
Trust him?
Of course, she did. With her heart, with her body, with her life.
He kissed a trail of fire along her jaw. “I’m waiting, minx.”
He was near enough that her pebbled nipples brushed against his waistcoat in a delicious abrasion as she shifted, and she shivered, wanting, needing, aching. He caught her earlobe in his teeth and tugged, making her go weak in the knees. After the sickness from being with child had faded, a raging desire had taken its place. She was perpetually, desperately ready for him. And now, she thought she might come from just his mouth on her ear.
But she didn’t want to succumb so quickly. She wanted to know what sinful pleasures her husband had in store for her. So,Eleanora turned, flattening her palms on the smooth, cool wall coverings, turning to watch him over her shoulder. “Satisfied?”
A wicked grin curved his sensual lips. “Not yet. But presently, I will be.”
With that, he dropped to his knees. Liquid heat rushed to her core.
His big hands cupped the cheeks of her derriere, his fingers exerting exquisite pressure. Just enough, not too much. He massaged and caressed. And then his thumbs dipped between her legs, and he parted her folds, baring her to him.
She felt the kiss of the room’s air on her most intimate flesh, followed by the moist heat of his breath. And then his tongue was there. On her. In her. Licking up and down her seam, consuming her.
Eleanora cried out, her knees threatening to buckle entirely. His tongue sank deep, seeking, claiming. Giving her such intense pleasure. He lapped at her gently, then with greater insistence as he circled her hip to nestle one of his hands between her legs. He flattened his palm over her mound, the pressure almost unbearable as he drew her more firmly against him so he could devour her cunny from behind. She was caught between his face and his hand, his sinful mouth and tongue rivaling his fingers to send her spiraling into the mindless abyss where pleasure dwelled. He stroked the sensitive bud of her sex and speared her entrance with his tongue.
“Nando,” she cried, so near to coming undone.
He increased the pace on her clitoris, swirling his fingers over her in a ruthless, knowing rhythm, even as his tongue plunged in and out of her in a mimicry of lovemaking.
“Good girl. You’re so wet for me. So wet and hot, and you taste so fucking good.”
She squirmed, her nipples rubbing against the sleek silk damask now, painfully needy, spurred on by his blunt praise and vulgar language. “Nando, please.”
His dark chuckle echoed in her core—she knew he liked it when she begged. “I love your cunny. I could lick you all day and night long.”
To emphasize his words, he gave her a long, slow swipe of his tongue that seemed to find every part of her. Her forehead hit the wall as she partially collapsed from the sheer pleasure of his teasing.
“Nando,” she urged, wriggling.
“Do you want me to tell you how perfect you look? All pink and lovely, dripping with desire.” He rubbed her bud to emphasize his words, making her hips jerk.
Her breath was shallow, her heart galloping, her breasts heavy, her nipples tight. The continued ministrations of his fingers and tongue were bringing her dangerously close to release.
“Is it possible…when standing?” she gasped out.
They had never done so before. But she seemed to recall reading about a frantic coupling against a door when she had glanced atThe Book of Love…
“Very possible,” he reassured her, then resumed licking into her in slow, demanding strokes while he strummed her sex.
Of course it would be possible, even if the positioning seemed so odd. And who better to know than the maddening man who had reduced her to this lust-addled state? He was the expert when it came to desire.
“Everything is possible.” He kissed her sex, then pinched her throbbing clit and sank his tongue inside her in one fierce motion.
Eleanora exploded.
Or at least, that was how it felt.
Her release was as sudden as it was intense, roiling over her and through her like a force of nature. She collapsed into the wall, crying out, thrusting her hips alternately against his beautiful face and his wicked hand. Trapped in the most glorious way as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. Black stars dappled her vision, the intensity of the sensation rendering her helpless to do anything other than close her eyes and surrender.
When at last the bliss ebbed, her heart was pounding, her breath ragged.
Nando lapped at her, as if drinking up every drop of her pleasure, his motions far less measured now, groaning into her sex.
