The Gentleman Who Loved Me (Heart of Enquiry Book 6)(88)

When her lips closed around his right nipple, he groaned with pleasure.

“Are you sensitive here?” Her eyes held his, her finger circling the hard, flat nub.

“Yes, sunshine,” he said huskily.

She licked his other nipple, and the graze of her teeth made his hips buck, his cock sliding against the luxurious crease of her arse. She teased him some more before kissing her way down his body. His muscles flexed and quivered beneath her sensual assault, his brain turning molten as he considered where she was headed. He’d never pushed her in this regard, wanting her to explore at her own pace: she was a lady, after all.

She made a place for herself between his thighs, and her ladylike fingers wrapped around his cock. His gentlemanly consideration flew out the window. Christ, he liked her hands on him.

“You’re rather a handful,” she said breathily.

She wasn’t wrong. He was so burgeoned that her fingers didn’t reach all the way around his girth, and watching her carefully pet his veined beast aroused him even more. His prick swelled, testing the limits of her grip.

“It’s all for you. Help yourself,” he invited.

She dimpled. Her gentle frigging was a unique brand of torture, and he wasn’t complaining. She slid her fist down his shaft, moving the supple skin over the rigid core. Squeezing his thick root, she made her way back up to the tip, rubbing the slit with her index finger. His chest heaved as she drew a circle, spreading pre-seed over his sensitive crown.

“Does that feel good?” she whispered.

“How does it feel when I rub your pearl, make it wet with your cream?”

Golden lust sparkled in her eyes. “Arousing beyond words.”

“That’s how it feels for me.”

“So everything you’ve done to me—I can do the same to you?”

Hell, yes.

“There are no rules in our bed, remember?” He couldn’t resist reaching out to tuck a silken tress behind her ear. “If I don’t like something, I’ll tell you. Otherwise, have at it.”

“I’ve always liked the idea of carte blanche,” she said with a flirty grin.

The sensual mischief in her eyes ratcheted up his desire to near perilous proportions. His stones pulsed, steamy pressure building in his shaft. Another bead of moisture formed on his cockhead, and his heart thudded as Primrose stared intently at the pearly droplet. Would she…?

She leaned forward and licked it off.

Christ Almighty.

He instantly spurted more seed, and she licked him again. A breathless grunt left him as he watched her little pink tongue flick back and forth over his swollen dome. She did this while frigging him with a feather-light touch. Prolonging the pleasure, building it this way was usually the act of someone who’d mastered the love arts, and the irony didn’t escape him that Primrose, in her innocence, was keeping him right there on the razor’s edge.

Then she fitted her lips over the tip of his cock and gave a light, awkward suck. She did it again, and he didn’t know whether to laugh or groan at the exquisite torment of being treated to inexperienced fellatio. On her third attempt, his fingers tangled in her hair, bringing her head up.

She looked adorably befuddled. “Am I doing this right?”

“If your aim is to torture me,” he said, amused, “then definitely. If you want me to come—”

“I want you to come.” Her sweet, earnest reply nearly brought about her wish. “Won’t you please show me how?”

In a heartbeat, he had her in his arms, carrying her to the blazing hearth.

“Why did we leave the bed?” she said breathlessly.

He sat in the wingchair, settling her on the carpet between his legs. He ran a thumb along her cheekbone. “It’s easier for you to suck my cock in this position, love.”

“Oh.” A sultry awareness entered her eyes. She raised herself on her knees, her hands falling lightly on his corded thighs. “What should I, um, do?”

He fisted his prick, adoring her feminine hunger, the way her gaze followed the movement of his hand as he frigged himself slowly. “Take as much in your mouth as you can—the deeper the better. Try relaxing your jaw and breathing through your nose. Lastly, be careful with your teeth. Any questions?”

She shook her head.

He slid his free hand into her hair, holding her head steady while he carefully fed her the first few inches of his cock. Fire blazed down his spine as his shaft disappeared between her pure pink lips. Bloody heaven. He tried to control the pace, to not demand too much of her during her first foray into oral play. It soon became clear, however, that she was a quick study.

Her hair draping over his thighs in pale streamers, she took him deeper and deeper into her hot, wet hole. She sucked his rod with a dainty fervor that filled him with lust and wonder. No one had ever dedicated herself to his pleasure this completely. No one had ever cared about pleasing him the way she did. No one had ever made him feel this wanted. When she swatted his hand off his cock so she could take him deeper still, he nearly blew his seed. Then and there.

He gripped the arms of the chair as she tested his resolve, cramming more and more of his prick into her mouth. When he nudged the end of her throat, she coughed, the reflexive squeeze making his neck arch in bliss. God, it was too much. With an oath, he wrenched himself from her generous kiss.