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Her hand moves as if to untie the ribbons.
“Leave them on.”
She immediately drops her hands to her sides. I like her obedience, but I like the challenge in her eye as she meets my gaze even more.
“Good girl.” I believe in giving praise where it’s due. “Now, kneel.”
Eleanor sinks to the floor. She’s naturally graceful and the posture she adopts is perfect. Her spine is straight, her neck long. Her legs are slightly parted, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her pale pink pussy. She’s bare, I notice. I like that.
Her eyes rake over me, lingering, not on my scars like I would have expected, but on the tattoo over my heart. I had it done when I was fifteen and my father officially brought me into the family business. A Celtic cross with our family name etched on it, the tattoo is a badge of honor that all my brothers, cousins and uncles wear. Immense pride surges through me every time I see it.
I shuck off my boxers and my erection springs free. Eleanor gasps but doesn’t make some predictable remark about how large my cock is.
“Suck me,” I command, “and make it good.”
Usually, I’d tell a woman what I like, but I want Eleanor to figure it out for herself. We need to understand each other’s bodies if we want to give and receive pleasure.
Eleanor leans forward and tentatively wraps her hand around the base of my cock. Her fingers are freezing, and I try not to react. Where her hands are cold, her mouth is hot. She kisses along the length of my shaft and then places her hands on my butt, pulling me close. She takes a couple of inches of me into her mouth and then draws back a little. Her tongue swirls around my length, running along its underside, tracing the thick blue veins. Her gentle exploration is killing me, but I allow her to take her time, mapping out every inch of me. Then she sucks hard and my control snaps.
Fisting a hand in her hair, I shove my cock to the back of her throat. She chokes and digs her nails into my butt. I pull back a little, allowing her to catch her breath, before driving forward once more. After a couple of thrusts, Eleanor has tears streaming down her face. Her nostrils flare as she struggles for breath.
“Tap my thigh if you need me to stop.”
Though she’s clearly struggling, she doesn’t give me any sign she wants to stop. I push my cock into her mouth and stroke her cheek.
“Good girl.”
As I continue to fuck her mouth, some of the tension drains from her body. I slide back and forth over her gorgeous red lips and she stares up at me. Her hand moves from my butt and she curves it around my balls, squeezing experimentally. I groan as she gets the pressure just right.
“Fuck, your mouth is perfect,” I grit out. My balls tighten and I know I’m close. “I’m going to come.”
If she tapped out, I would withdraw, but she doesn’t, so I hold her head in place as I spill my seed onto her tongue. As I pull out, she swallows every last drop.
“That was fucking incredible,” I tell her. “Now it’s your turn.”
CHAPTERTEN
Eleanor
Rory Donovan is notthe first man to use my mouth so ruthlessly, but he is the first who didn’t make me feel like it was something sordid. It was the reverence in his gaze that made the difference. He let me know my wellbeing meant something to him and that’s why I let him push me beyond my comfort zone.
Putting a hand beneath my elbow, he helps me to my feet. Then he picks me up, bridal style, and carries me to his bed, which is enormous. He tosses me onto the mattress, then grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. My pulse rate picks up as he drops to his knees. I know exactly what he’s planning and, as his dark gaze sweeps over me, I just know this is going to be good.
He starts at my ankle, placing soft kisses on the bone. Already, my clit is tingling. Who knew your ankles could be an erogenous zone? Perhaps that’s why the Victorians were so obsessed with covering them up. He slowly kisses his way up my leg. He places a hand on my knee and I shriek, instinctively pulling away.
Rory looks up at me, an eyebrow arched, and I giggle. “Sorry, tickly spot.”
“Hmm, I’ll have to remember that.”
Damn, I should have controlled my reactions better. Rory seems like the type who’ll torture me mercilessly if he knows I have a weak spot. He carries on his gentle exploration of my body until he reaches my inner thigh. I yelp as he nips the tender flesh with his teeth, then soothes the pain with his tongue. Boy, that feels good.
Putting his palms on my thighs, he spreads me open and lowers his head. I hold my breath as my body thrums with anticipation. I sigh contentedly as he licks along the length of my feminine seam. As the tip of his tongue pushes inside me and swirls around, my eyes roll back in my head. There is no way to describe the sensations coursing through me.
I lift my hips as he laps at my drenched pussy. My clitoris throbs, demanding attention. I wiggle my butt impatiently, and Rory responds, wrapping his lips around the delicate bud and sucking gently. It just about drives me wild with desire.
“Oh, god, Rory!”
I fling my arm across my face, covering my eyes. Rory reaches up and curves a hand around my breast. He draws circles around my nipple with his fingertip and it draws up into a tight peak. Then he pinches it, hard, sending a zap of pain straight to my center. As the pressure builds at my core, I can’t hold out any longer. I need him inside me.
