He slid his hands under her robe; the silk of her clothes was almost as soft and smooth as her skin. Cupping her bottom, he was surprised to feel nothing under the robe. His kiss grew torrid as molten need seared through his veins.
She was hot as a flame, feverish with need under his hand. He peeled her lapels away and sealed his mouth over a pebbled nipple while stroking her thighs and derrière. She rocked on hislap, the subtle movements made heat flood Dorian’s groin, and his arousal thickened, butting against his trousers.
Soft, breathy moans left her mouth while he pressed her down firmly enough that she felt him. “Feel that, sweetheart,” he murmured after pulling away. “That’s how much you affect me.”
When he captured her earlobe between his teeth, she gasped and squirmed in his lap. He kept on teasing her, keeping away from where he knew she wanted him to touch her. He wanted her drunk on lust that her urge to touch him would transcend to something more; he wanted her mouth on him.
Shifting her to the side, he took her mouth again, while, with one hand, he undid the placket of his buff trousers. Grasping her hand, he slid it under the cloth.
Her mouth parted in shock, and her eyes dropped between them. Fumbling with the fasteners, he pushed the placket of his trousers lower, his rod springing eagerly free of its confines. He heard her breath shudder when her fingers wrapped around his hot, pulsing heat.
“You are very…” she paused as her fist took a tentative stroke up, “…burgeoned.”
“I am like that when you’re around,” he tipped his head back in a pleased sigh. He flexed his hips as pleasure surged up his spine.
Leaning back on his elbows, he gave himself up to the pleasure of her touch, of watching her work his turgid pole with her delicate hands.
With a firm grip on her wrist, he guided her hand. Showing her the general motion to please him. Ellie caught on quickly. She tackled the task with a feminine determination that made his blood heat even further.
His shaft jerked in her palms as she ran a fist from root to tip, his skin gliding with velvet softness over the poker-stiff core.
“Faster, harder…” he exhaled.
She instantly obeyed, andGod, her hands shuttled faster, ready to bring him to the brink. Pleasure seared through his veins as he encouraged her with guttural praises. A bead emanated from his crown, and Ellie paused to wipe it off. Her touch, at the most sensitive part of his body, made him shudder.
“You liked that?”
“More than you’ll ever know,” he whispered hoarsely.
Her fingers went back to work, and, being the minx she was, she made sure to swipe her fingers over him at every passing moment. He felt her slip off the couch, and he cracked his eyes open only to clench them tightly again. She was on her knees so that she was eye level with his turgid length.
His eyes were half-lidded, and his mouth was taut with anticipation. What was she going to do?
Groaning, he thrust himself into her hands. She began to pump him, the delicious friction heating her palms. He fought to keep his hips from not lifting, but the faster and faster her hands went, it felt torturous.
Her exquisitely fiery touch threatened to make him lose his mind. And then she paused, cocked her head to the side, leaned over, and licked away a bead from his crown.
“Good god…” he reached for her head. “Are you trying to kill me, sweetheart?”
She proceeded to kiss her way up and down his length; the butterfly touches of her lips nearly pulled him apart. When she licked the tip again like an inquisitive kitten, he let out a tortured groan.
“How far are you willing to take this, Evelina?”
“It depends,” she whispered. “Am I doing this right?”
“You’re perfection,” Dorian groaned. “Take as much of me into your mouth as you can. Suck on me, love, as if I were your favorite sweet, and watch your teeth.”
Just as he was about to turn it into a jest and let her off the hook, she bent her head. His entire being shuddered as wet fire engulfed his prick. “Christ.”
Gently, he wound his fingers into her hair, gripping a silken handful, using it to guide her. The sight of her bobbing over him was almost too much to bear. She could only manage to take about half of his length, but, holy hell, it was enough.
“Breathe through your nose, love,” he instructed hoarsely, “and relax your throat if you can. God, yes. Just like that.”
Watching her, feeling her devotion to his body, he was struck by how different this was from any woman he’d known before. This wasn’t just any woman performing fellatio—this wasEvelina.
Prim, proper Evelina was now looking like a seductive siren as she pleasured him. His head fell back in bliss.
She dipped too far, and he hit the back of her throat. She choked a little, and he shuddered: it was too much, he couldn’t take any more. He pulled her off him and grasped himself in hand. As he kissed her hard, his manhood pulsed, shooting a hot geyser against his palm.
