The Haunting of a Duke(69)

He pressed her back against the door and knelt before her on one knee, his strong hands stroking her calves and thighs, his face only inches away from the nest of curls that shielded her sex. He placed a hand behind her knee and lifted it, until her leg rested upon his shoulder, opening her. Her body tensed in anticipation. He leaned in and traced the now slick folds with only the tips of his fingers, the touch light and teasing. She whimpered. His eyes were hot as he met her gaze, and then he dipped his head and pressed his lips against her.

Had it not been for his hands at her hips, holding her against the door, she would have collapsed. The first touch of his mouth on her heated flesh, and her strength had fled. Then he parted her, his tongue delving into the cleft, laving and caressing until she was mindless. Her hands gripped his hair, holding him close, but it was not his intent to leave. He continued the sensual torment. With lips, teeth, tongue and the scrape of his whiskers over her tender flesh, he brought her to a shuddering climax. She sobbed out his name, but still he was not finished. He soothed now, with a softer and more tender touch, until she gasped and shuddered again.

One orgasm bled into the next, until Emme could no longer tell where one ended and the next began. The room faded, her entire body had faded except where he touched. She was acutely aware of the heat and pressure of his mouth, the hard grip of his fingers on her hips. When at last he released her, when he settled her foot back on the floor, she was both bereft and relieved. She swayed, but his body pressed against her, holding her upright. He kissed her, claiming her lips, plundering them voraciously. She slipped her arms around him, her fingers cupping the back of his head through his thick, dark hair, and held him. She met his questing tongue stroke for stroke, inflaming them both.

Then her hands slid down his body, knowingly, confidently. She gripped him through the snug buckskin breeches, sliding her fingers up and down the hard ridge of his erection, alternating the pressure, sometimes light and soothing, others firm and mind numbing. Skillfully, she freed the buttons until she could slip her hands inside. He hissed at the contact of her silken hands on his shaft. She gripped him, moved her hand up and down. He knew that if she continued, he would not last but the sensation was so exquisite he didn't have the strength to stop her. Then her mouth left his, and she kissed his neck, her small teeth scraping against his flesh. Then further, she burned a trail over his chest with her lips and tongue and the occasional nip of her teeth.

Then she knelt in front of him and he stared down at her, her beautiful mouth only inches from his throbbing erection. He'd dreamed of this, fantasized about her glorious mouth.

She smiled up at him. “I don't really know what I am doing."

"You don't have to do anything."

"Can I please you as you have pleased me?"

He could have come right there. In that moment, with her looking up at him so sweetly, offering him paradise, it took every ounce of self-control not to spill himself like a randy, eager lad. “Yes."

She gripped him tighter, and leaned forward ever so slightly. She exhaled and her warm breath fanned over his heated shaft. He groaned. Tentatively she kissed him, moving her lips over the satiny flesh. Growing bolder, she traced him with her tongue, stroking boldly over the turgid flesh. He braced his hands against the wall and dipped his head to watch her.

Driven by some instinct she had not known she possessed, Emme opened her mouth and drew his engorged member between her lips. She pressed with her tongue and he shuddered. Emboldened, she repeated the caress, increasing the pressure of her mouth. He cursed then, the expletive hissing out between clenched teeth. Then, experimentally, she drew him deeper and then released. His hips thrust forward and she found a rhythm, sucking him deeply into her mouth, using her lips and teeth and tongue to caress him.

He slid his hands into her hair, cupping her head as she used her mouth to drive him mad. When he could stand no more, he withdrew from her mouth completely, holding himself back from her. “If you continue—"

A small, pearlescent bead of moisture glistened. She gripped him and flicked her tongue over it, tasting the essence of him. “I have a fairly good idea of what will happen if I continue. I want to taste you."

She took him into her mouth again, and he was lost. Her hands slid over his thighs and then she gripped his shaft, her soft hand cupping his balls, massaging them as she sucked him deeply into her mouth. His legs trembled, his breath rasping from him as the pleasure built to a fever pitch, and then she scraped her teeth over the sensitive head of his cock, as her hand slid down the shaft, and his vision went dark. There was only the heat of her mouth and the pleasure that erupted through his body.