She inhaled sharply as his teeth caught her earlobe.
“Tell me, Eleanor.”
“I feel like my body is on fire, but a chill just ran down my spine when you did –”
He let his teeth run up the edge of her ear softly.
“Do,” she quickly correctly, chest heaving and her breasts pressed against him.
“Good. Very good, Eleanor. Now, when it feels like it is becoming too much, tell me.”
“But I do not wish for you to stop.”
“Just tell me when. You will feel it,” he said, and he started trailing soft kisses down her neck and his hands rested on either side of her hips.
His lips traveled along the lace of her nightgown, then around her nipple and he let his teeth roll it lightly as she gasped and bucked her hips.
He sat up, eyes connecting with hers. “Tell me when, Eleanor,” he said and waited for her nod in agreement. Then he quickly untied the bow at the top of her nightgown and pulled it down just slightly so his mouth could wrap around her nipple once more.
The delicious cry she let out as he let his tongue encircle it made his core tighten. But while all he wanted to do was give into his own arousal, he knew he had to be the one in control.
His hands found the bottom hem of her nightgown, and he let the fabric glide over her bare skin until it pooled around her waist. James then slid his hands under her and pulled her down so that she laid fully underneath him.
Her hips were writhing under his weight until finally she breathed his name, and he lifted his head. “Yes?”
“No, please, do not stop.”
He let a grin play at the corners of his mouth, and then let his lips land on her other nipple, wrapping it up with his tongue before traveling down the length of her torso. The light caress of his mouth made her skin pebble, and he felt her body flex with anticipation under the heat of each kiss.
“Are you ready?” He said, hovering his mouth over the hottest part of her body, laying bare to him like a second supper. James’s mouth watered with need. The smell of her arousal made his own body react.
“Yes,” she shuddered, and he completely devoured her.
Every lick, her hips bucked. Every caress of his fingers, her body tensed and relaxed uncontrollably. And then he reached up, rolling each of her nipples between the pads of his thumb and forefinger. The sounds she made almost undid him. Almost made him rip his own clothes off and claim her right then and there. Almost.
Then she said, voice hoarse, body on fire, “James, it – I – I cannot –”
Yes.He thought, and a growl vibrated in his chest as he doubled his efforts. Pinching her nipples slightly, her back arched, and he rolled her core with his tongue at a relentless rhythm until finally her climax ripped through her shaking her entire body for what seemed like a lifetime.
Her arousal dripped sinfully down his mouth as she heaved in her breathing. James crawled up her body, planting light kisses up her heated torso and then pressing himself up to sit beside her.
Eleanor’s eyes were closed, one arm flung over her face and her mouth slightly open. Her chest was still rising and falling quickly, and her breaths were rasped and hoarse.
He drew back slowly, then, and deliberately, forcing his hands to pull down her nightgown and then rest on his thighs, away from her soft, warn, porcelain skin.
The loss of contact felt like stepping out of sunlight.
James straightened, his breath still uneven. Her arousal and climax had done a number on him, and he could barely even string together a coherent thought, but he knew he had to get out of her room. Now.
“You must rest,” he said, softly.
Eleanor’s arm lifted, and gaze lingered on him, wide and uncertain. Her cheeks were flushed, and she licked her lips, but she did not say a word – only watched.
James leaned down and kissed her cheek before he stood and turned toward the door.
He paused once his hand was on the latch. “ Eleanor, you have no idea the power you have.”
Then chuffed a laugh to himself and then left.
