He groaned and his voice was ragged and raw as he murmured against her mouth, “No regrets.”
She answered by opening to him. Parting her lips to tangle her tongue with his and parting her thighs to allow the press of his palm against her sex, shielded by nothing but the light cotton of her undergarment.
The warmth and intimacy and wonderful pressure of his hand where she ached so sweetly momentarily stopped her breath. She stilled, feeling her moisture wetting the cotton against his palm as she mentally accommodated herself to this new experience.
“Careful, sweetheart,” he whispered in reminder. “I promise.”
Then he slowly glided his fingers along her flesh, applying a subtle pressure as he sought the open seam of her undergarment. With her fingers still resting atop his, she felt the moment he encountered her slick heat. She drew a swift breath even as he growled quietly in appreciation. A part of her wondered if she should be embarrassed by her body’s reaction, but he continued to caress her, parting her folds, sliding his fingers along her swollen flesh, and she forgot about everything but the languid pleasure he created.
It was a shocking and wonderful sensation to feel herself literally held in his hands, with one still teasing at her breast and the other between her thighs, while his body cradled hers and his lips moved along her throat. She had no choice but to surrender. Give herself up to his expert touch.
And he was so very skilled. Tingling pleasure spread from every nerve, rippling and rolling through her, swirling with rising intensity that quickened her breath and the wild beat of her heart.
When he reached the sensitive bud of her clitoris, he circled gently, inspiring a waterfall of sensations that made her toes curl. Then he circled again, with more pressure this time. The caress drew upon something deep inside her. Something that urged her to demand more.
With a roll of her hips, she urged his fingers to the hollow core of her where she’d begun to pulse.
His voice was husky at her ear. “Are you ready for more?”
Tightening her hand at his nape she finally managed a few words, “I need…I can’t…” she rolled her hips, trying to increase the pressure of his touch. “Phin,” she finally pleaded, “I ache. So powerfully.”
He pressed a kiss to her lips. “I know, my beauty. I’ll take care of you.” He spoke in halting breaths, as though he, too, struggled to form proper words. “Stop me. At any time.”
Eleanor nodded and kissed him back, thrusting her tongue against his and arching into his hands. Yet, even though her body was straining for a deeper caress, she still stiffened as he slowly pressed his finger past her slick opening. It was an odd sensation. An intrusion and a seeking. The discomfort was real, but it was surpassed by a dark anticipation. She held still until his finger was nestled in her core and his breath came swiftly against her neck.
Then he eased out of her only to press in again, the way made easier as her body began to accept his presence there. The gliding friction along her sensitive nerves was delicious and shocking andwonderful. And the tension built higher inside her, becoming a sweet twisting pleasure. She felt like moldable clay in his arms as she gave herself over to his deep, intimate caress and the heat of his invading kiss.
Her breath caught and her muscles tightened. Her thighs tensed and her spine rolled.
He must have understood what her body was craving because he held her secure against him, his fingers pinching her nipple through the thin material of her gown as he added a second finger and curled them within her to add pressure to a spot just behind her pelvic bone. Then he circled the heel of his hand over her clitoris.
Everything twisted inside her. A delicious, aching knot of building tension. The press of his fingers deep inside, the grinding pressure of his hand.
She gasped then held her breath as sparks of sensation ignited within her. Slowly at first, then in a rush. Her nerves seemed to explode with pleasure all at once as her inner muscles clenched tightly to his fingers and her back bowed. In a rushing wave, the astounding burst of pleasure spread out to her entire being. Ripples of beautiful sensation followed in its wake, leaving her trembling and weak.
As the extraordinary experience slowly faded and her breath eased to a proper rhythm, Eleanor could still feel tiny pulses in her sex. Her legs were limp and her spine utterly soft. She felt exhausted and invigorated at the same time.
But the viscount still held her firmly in his arms. No longer caressing her breast, his hand now wrapped her ribs as he simply held her. Between her legs, he executed gentle, soothing strokes, easing her body through the aftermath as he trailed soft kisses along her damp neck.
She wanted to turn her body and curl into him, wrap herself around him as he was wrapped around her. She wanted to breathe him in. But as the pleasure left her, reality returned.
Shock rippled through her and she stiffened.
The viscount gave a short grunt of discomfort and tightened his arm around her middle. That was when she felt the ridge of his hardened length against her buttock. She didn’t know much about such matters, but she knew then that he was fully aroused and needful.
Heat flooded through her once again and that tingling sensation she knew to be desire spread through her belly.
She should’ve realized he would get to such a state. And though he’d been careful with her as promised and he’d brought her to such astounding heights of pleasure, he’d claimed none for himself.
Should she do something?
Uncertainty and distress filtered into her rosy state of mind. And awkwardness brought a discomfiting tension to her body.
The viscount muttered something incoherent as he removed his touch from between her thighs and gently drew her skirts back down to cover her legs.
Eleanor tried to sit more upright, but he stopped her. Instead, he turned her in his lap until she sat sideways. With one hand firmly cupping her hip, he lifted the other hand to the side of her face, forcing her to look at him.
The ferocity in his expression stopped her breath.
