Page 77 of How to Tempt a Duke

She gracefully obeyed, and gazed at him for further instruction. Her attention shifted to his shaft and she licked her lips.

“Take me in your hand and guide me into your mouth...” Charles somehow managed to get the words out.

Her fingers curled around the base and her lips parted just over the head, the most sensitive part. His shaft disappeared several inches into her mouth.

“Close your lips,” Charles instructed. “And suck.”

Her mouth closed around him, hot and wet, and she drew him in with an obedient suck. Charles’s balls tightened and he knew he would not be able to take much of this before she unmanned him. Sweat gathered along his brow and his entire body trembled with the effort to stave off his climax.

“Move your head. Up and down. Over...” God, he could barely talk.

Eleanor slid the suckling warmth of her mouth toward the head and then sank back down again, halfway down his shaft. She did this three more times, bobbing her head over him until he was near bursting.

“Enough.” It came out as a growl. On his honor, he truly could take no more.

Eleanor released him with a startled expression. “Have I hurt you?”

He swept her onto the bed and braced himself over her. “I’ve been ravenous for you for too long without having you, Eleanor. I cannot take much more before...” He smiled. “It’s your turn.”

“My turn?”

He was already kissing a path down to her breasts, where he paused to flick his tongue over her nipples before descending to her slender stomach.

“I’d be willing to wager this wasn’t in that journal.”

Before she could offer any protest he kissed his way down to the fiery curls between her legs and ran the tip of his tongue over her glistening center.

Eleanor’s awareness blazed with pure bliss.

Charles watched her and traced his tongue over her sex.

Pleasure tingled through her and prickled at the tips of her nipples. A soft cry escaped her mouth and she was only mildly aware of Charles spreading her thighs further apart.

He flicked his tongue where his fingers had been before, sliding it over her, circling the part of her that made everything quiver, plunging it inside her. The hunger and the longing all knotted together, and wound her into a deliciously tight ball of glorious feelings.

Something entered her, long and deep, while the caress of his tongue twirled over the little nub that brought such breathtaking euphoria. Eleanor cried out at the sheer exquisiteness of the blended sensations, and glanced down at him to find his finger thrusting into her while he continued to lick and tease.

Her body wound in on itself, tighter and tighter. So close, so close, so close...

But then, just as she was fully prepared to careen over, Charles withdrew his attentions and rose over her. Those brilliant blue eyes of his found hers, unfocused and heavy-lidded with lust. His body was hot and hard against hers, and the length she’d so eagerly loved with her mouth now pressed with heavy insistence against her inner thigh.

Eleanor arched her hips upward, eager for Charles to satisfy the maddening, thundering want raging through her.

He braced himself so his weight did not crush her. His powerful body flexed with the effort, and she could not stop herself from stroking his beautifully corded body.

He remained locked in place, unmoving.

Her hips rolled of their own volition, undulating in a primal dance she hadn’t needed to be taught. “Please, Charles...”

He kissed her, long and sweet. But Eleanor didn’t want sweet. Sweet wouldn’t quell her ferocious craving.

“Please, Charles...” she panted again.

He rested his damp forehead against hers and clenched his eyes shut, as if he were in pain. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said raggedly.

She knew there would be pain. She’d overheard the conversation of recently married ladies.

“You won’t,” Eleanor ground out. “Please. You must do this or I’ll go mad with wanting.”