Page 72 of Lady Eleanor's Lover
Moving down her body, he kissed her breastbone through her gown, her abdomen, her belly.He dragged her nightgown up her legs and she grabbed hold of it, ripping it over her head so she was as naked as he.The sight of her stole his breath, as it always did.His gaze wandered over her breasts, her belly, her parted thighs.
Cupping her knees, he urged her legs further apart and she did so, her eyes never leaving him.His own gaze dipped.The curls between her thighs were wet, evidence of how much she wanted him.
He made a place for himself there, tracing her opening with his fingers.“You are so pretty here, El,” he said, blowing on her lightly.
“Benedict,” she whimpered.
“Do you want me to kiss you here?”
She nodded violently, her hands burrowing into his hair.
“Well, it is your birthday,” he said, and covered her with his mouth.
He licked and sucked, destroying her with his tongue, and when that wasn’t enough, never enough for him, he eased a finger inside her.She gave a sharp gasp, her hands her hands pulling his hair.She was warm and wet, trembling with the force of her desire, and he was addicted to the taste of her, the pull of her fingers on his hair, the way she thrashed under his touch.
She keened, her back bowing, her muscles tense.He doubled his efforts, knowing what that meant.She was close, so close, and he only had to—
“Benedict,” she cried, her thighs shaking.
Wiping his mouth, he rose over her.Christ, she was delicious when she came.Lifting her thigh, he curled her leg around his hip and pushed inside her before her tremors had subsided.She gasped, her eyes flaring wide as his cock filled her to the hilt.He rode her through her orgasm and then dedicated himself to giving her another.
Flipping her to her stomach, he tugged her hips up and slammed inside her again.She wailed hoarsely, pushing back against him as he found that spot inside her, hitting it with every thrust.Only when she had come screaming did he let himself seek his own release.
His chest billowed as he panted, the strength of his orgasm dizzying.Every time.Every time she did this to him.He glanced down at her.She was sprawled beneath him, her hair coming loose from her braid, the long line of her back coated in perspiration.Gently, he pulled from her and she collapsed on to their bed, her sound of contentment somehow making his cock twitch.
Climbing from the bed, he left his pleasure-drunk wife as he made his way to his dressing chamber and the water and washcloth there.Bringing them both back, he tended to her and then himself, leaving it in the bowl of water by the bed.No doubt they would have use of it again soon.
“I have a present for you, too,” she said as he settled beside her.
He kissed the top of her head.“My birthday is not for another month.”
“I know, however this present will not wait.”Taking his hand, she placed it on her belly.
He froze.“El?”
“Benedict.”
“El.”
She smiled.“All things being well, you will be a father in about five months.”
Speechless, he stared at her belly.Their child.She was pregnant with their child.His eyes burned.Gathering her in his arms, he buried his face in her neck.“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Pulling back, he stared into her eyes.She had to know.Shehadto.“So much, El.”
“I know.”She cupped his cheek.“Best birthday ever?”
He kissed her palm.“Best birthday ever.”
