How to Marry a Marble Marquis(24)

“I nearly forgot,” she laughed. “You have a dressing assistant, of course. A servant to comb your hair. A servant to cut your meat. It’s a wonder you don’t have a servant on hand to powder your arse, my lord.”

“And how do you know I don’t, Miss Eastwick? After all, we high lords of the land are very busy napping through sessions of Parliament and drinking brandy all day. When am I to find the time to fasten my own tailcoat?”

“I’m glad you’re the one who said it, Lord Stride.”

Her laughter against the back of his neck made his cock jump as she pulled herself to kneel behind him, her palms gliding down his back until they reached the fastenings beneath his wings. “I’ve always wondered how this worked,” she murmured, a hot breath at the nape of his neck that made him shiver.

This was any other illicit affair, he would already be inside her, her skirts hiked up around her waist, his trousers open around his thighs. But not with her. Eleanor Eastwick was far too delicate and lovely for a fast fumble in a darkened room. His waistcoat was next, followed by his shirt. He put his sapphire stickpin through the collar of her dress at the foot of the bed, picking up the whole bundle of clothing and depositing it on the sofa across the room, his snowy white cravat like a dollop of cream atop the heap.

Eleanor Eastwick’s hands were a soft glide down his chest, her nails catching at his pebbled nipples, scraping over his stomach until they reached the jutting handle of his cock. He wanted to watch her expression again, wanted to see every minute change in her as she touched him, but when her hand closed over his shaft, giving him an experimental stroke, his eyes fluttered shut, and it was all he could do from moaning.

Her fingertips explored him from route to tip, cupping his heavy sac, squeezing each of his testicles until he grunted. She seemed mesmerized by the movement of his sheath, the loose membrane of skin covering his cock head moving down his entire shaft as she stroked, pulling it back to reveal his tip, already pearling for her. When she pulled his foreskin back completely, she revealed the ridge ribbing at the top of his shaft, exploring him with her fingertips until he was unable to hold in his groan of pleasure.

“It’s so big,” she laughed nervously, her hands making their way down the base of his cock where his knot was filling with blood. “I can hardly believe this will fit inside me.”

“Humans are quite small,” he chuckled, removing her hands from him and directing her to lay back on the bed. “But I assure you, it will fit. We’ll go slow, as slow as you need, my lovely. And I promise you’ll love the way it fills you.”

She whimpered at the first press of his head to her slick center, a hitching gasp following as Silas rubbed his cock tip up and down the length of her folds, her legs jerking every time he rolled over her clit. Eleanor sucked in a sharp breath as he pressed into the mouth of her sex, so slowly he could barely tell he was moving at all.

“Do you remember what we talked about regarding asphyxiation, Miss Eastwick? Please don’t forget that you need to breathe.” His palm pressed to her lower belly as his thumb began to circle over that swollen little pearl, tickling her clit as her cunt swallowed his cock. She winced, and Silas quickly bent to press a kiss to her forehead. “Just breathe, my little moth. It’ll only hurt for a moment. Refind your pleasure, lovely.”

The first drawback of his hips happened in slow motion. A small thrust of his hips and his thumb circling her clit, and on the third half thrust into her, she wheezed. “Starting to enjoy yourself, Miss Eastwick? I assure you, my dear, this is only the beginning.” When he slid his palms beneath the rounded globe of her bottom, lifting her slightly and angling her hips, her reaction was immediate. A sharp gasp, her hands scrabbling at his shoulders, simultaneously pushing him away in tugging him closer, scratching at the back of his neck. Another thrust, this one seating him deeper within her, and she cried out. “There we are, lovely. See, that didn’t hurt too terribly, did it? I’m going to fuck you now, Miss Eastwick. Your cunt already feels delicious around my cock, but I want to feel her squeeze.”

She was just as reactionary as he fucked her as she was when he kissed her. Pulling his hair, gripping his horns, nails scraping down his back until they reached his wings. She was so small and soft beneath him, he barely needed to exert any effort pumping into her. His knot kissed the mouth of her sex on every thrust of his hips, and the tight, sucking sensation of her cunt was more than he could bear for long. Her inner muscles were gripping him like a vice, crying out on every backstroke as those ribbed ridges in his shaft dragged along her inner walls.

“This is the sweetest, tightest little pussy I’ve ever had, Miss Eastwick. Do you like the way my cock feels inside you? Because I am very much enjoying the way your delicious little cunt is squeezing me.”

She whined against him when he slid a hand between their bodies to roll his thumb over her clit once more. He wanted to feel her clench around him, wanted her to milk his cock until his balls were dry, sending him into the sunlight heavy and sated; a good day’s sleep for a change. He felt the jerk in her legs first, her thighs squeezing around his hips, feet kicking out, a shutter moving through her before her pussy spasmed in her throat opened, a glorious golden tone, singing for him after all. Each contraction of her muscles surrounded his cock, jerking him until his eyes rolled back, the rhythm of his hips stuttering, balls tightening and raising close to his body, and all too soon, it was all too much.