Page 59 of The Earl and the Reluctant Lady
He’d done this to her so many times in his mind, but now here she was in this flesh. He wanted to drive her mindless with pleasure. He parted her legs a little farther, then licked from her opening to the hidden bundle of nerves.
She hissed in pleasure. Normally, he’d go slow, take his time by kissing all over her legs and teasing her. But she was nervous, and he knew he needed to take control of her desire before she became too tense to enjoy herself.
He settled himself between her thighs, noting that not too many nights before, he’d been in a similar position thinking about her while finding his release against his mattress. He licked her again, straight up her center. Then he settled in on that tight little bud, giving it all of his attention.
Her breathing hitched, her hips shifted. He kissed and sucked at her until she was writhing beneath him. Then he slid one finger inside her, crooked it and found his rhythm with both his hand and his mouth. She was the sweetest of honey, dripping against his tongue and her sounds were the most erotic he’d ever heard.
She’d begun chanting, in a quiet voice, but still her “oh, oh, oh!” echoed around him. He shifted himself once, pressing his erection into the bed to alleviate some pressure. He knew he could climax simply from his mouth on her like this, but this wasn’t about him.
Then her fingers threaded through his hair and she gripped him tight, holding him in place.
“Yes, yes! Oh, Fletcher!” She moaned, then her breathing tightened and she pressed herself to his mouth. “I can’t…” And then her climax hit, her inner walls tightening on his fingers. He let her ride it out, keeping his movements gentle.
He held her legs, smoothed his hands over her rounded bottom and kissed her at the top of the triangle of curls. Then he ran his hands up her thighs as he stood. “So very sweet.”
“Wicked,” she whispered.
He chuckled. “But you lost control, yes?”
Her lips were parted, and pink stained her cheeks and chest. Her eyes glazed with desire. “I never knew. Is it always like that?”
“Well, that is only part of the act.”
“Yes, of course.” Then her eyes lowered to the front of his trousers where his erection begged for release. “But you didn’t…” She swept her hand up his bulge, then gripped him through the fabric. “Tell me how to please you. I can do to you what you did to me, correct?”
“Agnes.” He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. She was obviously trying to kill him. “You don’t need to do anything for me. I got immense pleasure from loving your body, seeing you fall apart at my touch.”
She swallowed. “Fletcher, I want to. Please. We just have tonight.”
He cursed and ran his hand through his hair. He’d never had a woman ask him for permission to do that before, and it was sexy as hell. Especially because it was Agnes. He’d thought of this very thing, with her supple lips wrapped around his cock, on many occasions. Used the thought of it to bring himself to pleasure. And now here she was willing.
She fiddled with the fastenings on the front of his trousers and he hissed a breath through his teeth. He helped her then, removing his pants and underthings, then he yanked off his shirt and stood completely nude.
She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his chest, then swirled her tongue across his nipple. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. Her hands explored his chest and shoulders, tracing the lines of his body.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” he said.
“It is as if you’re carved from stone. Your skin is smooth, but you’re so hard.”
And she hadn’t even reached the hardest part of him.
She lowered herself to her knees and continued her exploration with her hands. When she wrapped her hand around his length, pleasure surged through him.
He cursed again.
“Is that not good?” she asked, her spectacular blue eyes looking up at him.
“No, it’s perfect.” He cupped her cheek and she smiled up at him.
Then she lowered her mouth and kissed the head of his cock. Her tongue tentatively swept across him, then she closed her mouth over him and slid down.
“Agnes. Damn, that’s so good, sweetheart.” She dragged her tongue against him as she moved out and then back again. Christ, he wasn’t going to last long. “Yes, just like that.” He moved his fingers through her hair and massaged her scalp as she worked him. Her own hands gripped onto his backside.
She pulled back. “Am I doing it right?”
“Definitely.” He was surprised she was so accomplished at this, having never done it, but then it wouldn’t matter what she did to him. One touch and he was hers. He tried to pull her up to her feet, but she shook her head.
“I’m going to bring you to pleasure.”
