She kissed the glistening tip, looking up at him again. “A second time?”
His nod was grim. Jerky. “The first was in the carriage. You felt so delicious on my fingers that I couldn’t restrain myself. You make me lose control.”
His admission filled her with fire. “Good.”
She wanted him to lose control. Wanted him to lose himself in his need for her.
Holding his gaze, she opened her mouth over him, engulfing the bulbous end of his hard length, ridiculously roused by the way his expression went slack, desire darkening his eyes. She thought about how he had suckled the small bud hidden in the folds of her sex, of the conversations she had heard from her mother’s laughing companions from another room, when they had all believed she had been abed and was no longer listening. And she knew what she had to do.
Eleanora sucked hard, drawing him deeper into her mouth, angling her head, breathing through her nose. He pumped his hips, sending himself to the back of her throat, and still, there was so much of him.
“This isn’t what I intended,” he rasped, but his fingers were sifting through her hair, and he was not making any attempt to withdraw from her.
She grasped his lean hips, holding him to her, and followed her instincts.
The sightbefore Nando was the single most erotic scene he had ever beheld. Eleanora was on her knees before him, naked, taking his cock between her lush pink lips. It was wrong, so wrong, but Deus, he liked her this way, loved watching his prick, glistening with her saliva, disappear into her sweet mouth. And when the tip of him reached her throat, it was almost more than he could withstand. He had to close his eyes against a stinging rush of need. His sac was heavy and full, and he thought he might shoot down her throat at any second.
But he was greedy. He didn’t want her to stop. Not yet. He opened his eyes again, wanting to watch.
He was far more experienced, a rake. He was meant to be the one seducing. But he didn’t fool himself now. The only one performing a seduction was Eleanora. His wife. Yes, she washis. His at last.
The reminder made him harder. He caught a handful of her hair and fed her his cock with slow, short thrusts. And she took him. Eagerly, with inexpert abandon that was somehow more delicious than the most knowing of mouths. He didn’t want to come yet. He wanted to come inside her. To mark her as his in that most elemental of ways, to consummate their marriage as he had been longing to do.
She rocked back on her heels, lavishing attention on the sensitive head of his cock. Then she licked along the underside, grasping him in a firm hold that had him clenching his jaw so hard to delay his release that a muscle began twitching near his eye. He had never been so caught up in need. All he could think was Eleanora. All he could see was her, so lovely and perfect on her knees, her breasts full and tipped with hard nipples hecouldn’t wait to suck. And the scent of her, musky and flowery—soap and woman and the perfume of her desire—surrounded him.
He should have married this woman the moment he had first met her. She was going to kill him with her innocent abandon. He had always suspected she had a sensual nature beneath her prim ice, but she was a revelation. A revelation on her knees before him, sucking his cock deep. She took his cock so well, moaning softly, as if she was every bit as moved as he was.
Was her cunny wet again? Did sucking him make her want him more? He had to know. His cock reached the back of her throat again, and she swallowed, and he thought his head was about to explode along with the rest of him.
He couldn’t bear another second of this sensual torment. There would be plenty of time for him to come inside her mouth. This was but the first day of their marriage. She sucked and stroked, and it required all the restraint he possessed to keep from shooting his spend on her clever tongue. Yes, he would paint her with it one day soon. Spurt after spurt on her breasts.
Damn, that was too much. He would never last now.
“Enough,” he gasped, breathless, heart pounding.
Gently, he withdrew from her mouth, his cock aching, his seed leaking from the tip. He caught her hands in his and drew her to her feet. Her face was flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire.
“You didn’t like it?” she asked, sounding hurt.
“Dear God.” He chuckled, drawing her against him. “I liked it too much. If you want to swallow me, you can do it some other time. I want to be inside you now.”
Her lips glistened. He couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her, tasting the faintest traces of salt and himself on her tongue. His cock strained between them, prodding her belly. She kissed him eagerly, her tongue lashing his.
Caught up in her, their mouths still fused, Nando guided her to the bed. He broke the kiss long enough to help her climb into the high bed and took a moment to admire her. Fucking hell, every part of her was perfection. Lush hips, curved waist, rounded breasts, and hungry nipples. Her hair was a cloud of golden silk on the pillows, her short legs pressed together in maidenly modesty he found helplessly charming. He joined her on the bed, a ravenous beast he would have to rein in somehow, lest he hurt her.
Nando caressed her thigh, the smooth softness of her skin a luxury he never wanted to live without. “Open for me, love. Let me see you.”
She knew what he wanted. Wordlessly, she spread her legs apart, revealing the pink folds of her sex, gleaming with dew. He couldn’t resist lowering himself there, cupping her bottom in his hands, and lifting her to his mouth so that he could feast. He licked into her entrance, lapping her up, all that sweet cream making him wild. She rolled her hips, seeking more, and the soft, breathy sounds she made had his cock harder than ever.
He’d wanted her to come, but if he didn’t soon get inside her, he would lose control. Realizing his endurance was stretched past its limits, he moved up the bed until they were perfectly aligned, her hips cradling his, her bountiful breasts cushioning his chest.
Yes, yes, yes.
His body sang with the knowledge he was home, where he was meant to be. This was what he wanted. What he craved. It had been far too long since he had last made love, but he didn’t fool himself into believing that was the reason for his intense ardor. No, that was all Eleanora.
He kissed her, his fingers dipping between them to tease her wet, swollen flesh. “You’re so ready for me aren’t you, love?”
She moaned in agreement, her arms winding around his neck and holding him tight, as if she feared he would leave. Not a bloody chance in Hades of that.
