Page 31 of The Earl's Heiress
Her touch was a promise of what was to come. His breathing quickened, tantalized by the fact that she wasn’t afraid to say that she wanted him. Temple’s cock was already hard, and he didn’t need any encouragement. He gently pulled Arabella to him so that she was draped over his body. He sucked in a breath and held her tightly against him. She gasped when she felt the full length of his erect manhood pressed against her belly. She smelt of jasmine and heat. Her face was mere inches from his, and he could feel her warm breath like a feather on his skin. Their eyes held, and he gently ran his hands down her back to her backside.
“Your skin feels like silk.”
“Hmm. Soft and slippery?”
“And hot.” More of a groan than a reply.
Her fingers were splayed across his chest. “I like the feel of your strong, firm chest.”
Her soft hands exploring his body made him forget about restraint. He couldn’t wait any longer, yet he wanted to savor her. He reached for her, his hand cupping her jaw as his mouth brushed her lips. It was not truly a kiss, just barely there and a promise of what was to come. Then it all changed. Arabella took control, her lips pressing firmly against his, her hands gliding through his hair. She licked his lips gently, and his eyes closed as he fell into the sensation as the hard tip of her tongue invaded his mouth.By God!He sucked gently until she increased the urgency with lush abandonment. He nibbled at her lips, and at her soft gasp, his cock ached with the need to bury it deep inside her wet heat.
He trailed kisses over the soft lines of her jaw and high cheekbones. She gave a soft sigh before raising her head andgazing down at him. His hands found both nipples and pinched them between his finger and thumb. She squirmed against his cock, and he growled low in his throat.
“You want me to kiss you here?” He gently massaged her tight bud.
“Hmm,” was all she managed.
“Do you?” He wanted to hear her say it.
“Yes,” her voice a breathy whisper of abandon.
He kissed her neck, and she raised her head, giving him more of the sensitive flesh, urging him to do more. A slow path was forged to his destination, and she sucked in a deep breath of pleasure when he licked a nipple. His tongue ran slow circles around the hard clitoris before he sucked it hungrily. Her hands fisted in his hair as she pressed her breast firmly against his mouth. A moan escaped her as she shuffled up his hard form, and his cock was no longer against her belly. He could feel the heat of her thighs as she moved her hips urgently against him. His lips left one nipple, and she moaned in protest until he found the other. The clitoris had his full attention with a series of licks and sucks until he moved her toward his mouth. His head could find her wet cleft, and he inhaled her womanly scent. Slowly, his finger parted her folds and dipped into her moist heat.
A lovely purr in her throat was the reward when he withdrew and inserted two fingers into her tight opening. They easily slid into her slick, snug passage as he gently dipped in and out. She was flowing with the need for him. She was on fire.
“Where do you want me to kiss you next?”
There was only a soft sigh in response.
“Right there?” He asked with his fingers buried deep. His tongue lightly brushed her clitoris, and this time, she couldn’t deny him. “Here?”
“Yes,” she moaned, and his fingers found her depths.
But he wasn’t ready to give her what she wanted … not just yet. He withdrew his fingers and rubbed them against her clitoris, “Or right here?”
A soft gasp escaped her as his fingers made small circles over the hard clitoris. His fingers played over the sensitive skin like an instrument, and she moved her hips urgently against his hand. She met his eyes, and he saw the pleading in them. He raised her hips and slowly brought her toward his mouth. He kissed her inner thighs but avoided her wet slit where she ached for him the most. Not yet. She cried out in frustration and thrust her hips forward; only then did his tongue parted her wet folds. She purred in satisfaction and gripped his shoulder as he licked and sucked like a starving man.
She trembled when his teeth lightly grazed her clitoris, fingers digging into his shoulder. He tasted the need flowing from her, and she groaned when he nibbled at her. As he passed his tongue over and inside her slick tightness, sucking and stroking, she moved her hips in a frenzied rhythm. He enjoyed the smell of her womanhood, the taste of her wetness … he enjoyed everything about her. She tasted so damned good that it spurred him to lick faster, firmer, then slowly in his own rhythm. He gripped her clitoris, and on an insistent pull, she seized his hair and cried out as she found her pleasure. He gripped her hips firmly and stroked harder as she let herself be swept along in the torrent. Her wet center quivered, and he moaned against her flesh.
She shuffled down his chest and fastened her lips on his nipple before he understood her intention. The touch of her hot tongue sent ripples through him, and he clenched his fist as she nibbled at his hard nipples. She was giving him the same glorious pleasure that he had no doubt given her. He closed his eyes and savored the sensation until she moved further down his form and kissed him on his chest. His belly clenched, and hecould only think about how much he wanted to flip her over on her back and bury his cock deep inside her. As her tongue trailed lower, her hair brushed lightly against his skin, and he relished the feel of her moving closer to his hard cock.
“You don’t have to, my sweet.” He said as his hands tangled in her hair.
“But I want to.” She against his hot skin.
Her hands were on his thighs, dangerously close to his cock. It took all his muscles and strength to lay there and let her have her way with him. Finally, she wrapped her slender fingers around his erection, and he grew even harder in her hand, which he didn’t think was possible. She slowly moved her hand up and down the full length of his arousal, and a groan ripped from his throat. He had never been so hot, his skin pricked with perspiration. His arousal was aching, hard for her and only her. He was hers to command. Temple could feel her lips moving closer, hot breath on his rigid manhood as it strained in her hand. The steady rhythm of her hand was designed to drive him to bedlam … and she was succeeding. He wanted to beg her, but should he beg her to stop or for more?
His heart pounded in anticipation of her wet tongue. She gripped the base of his cock and lowered her head, and he was lost when she took him into her mouth. Her mouth was a trap of moist heat on his manhood as she tentatively licked him. Her tongue slowly guided over his erection in light strokes. Dark and wicked. Temple’s hands knotted through her hair as he leaned into the sweet torture. A guttural moan was lodged in his throat when her tongue glided over his shaft in rasping strokes. He was trapped by her tongue, and there would be no quick escape. He was on fire.
Pure pleasure flowed through him, but he knew there was more. He wanted to bury himself deep inside her and feel her tighten around him. He clenched his teeth, and a tiny muscle inhis jaw twitched. Temple sucked in his breath, and the taste of her was still on his lips, reminding him she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. The sweet suction of her mouth was too much.
Temple lifted her so that she draped over his chest, her thigh pressed against his rigid manhood. He captured her mouth in a fierce clash of teeth and tongue. This was no time to be gentle as his urgent need drove him, and her caress became just as hungry as his. He reached down and positioned his cock at her wet opening and rubbed it over her clitoris. Her core throbbed for him as he teased her entrance, rubbing without entering. She gasped a sweet sound, and his belly tightened as she took control. Arabella raised herself, spread her legs over his thighs, and slowly lowered herself onto his throbbing cock. Emboldened by her own reckless desire, she guided his cock into her tightness. She threw her head back and moaned as she tightened around him. He was not yet fully inside of her, and he waited for her to take more of him. She gently rocked her hip, and it was such a sweet ache when he went deeper inside her. His heavy cock filled her, stripping away everything except her desperate need.
At first, she moved her hips slowly over his cock, as if to adjust to him, but she soon increased the tempo, moaning as he filled her. He gripped her hips and thrust into her wet core as she met his driving rhythm stroke for stroke. She arched her back as the glow of desire became a bonfire of lust that threatened to consume them both. She moaned and writhed against him as she closed her eyes and enjoyed him.
She was deliciously wet, and he was stroked by a carnal ferocity. Raw, wild need passed between them as he filled her completely with the length of his rigid cock. She rode him with the passion he knew she possessed.
Her relentless strokes drove him to the brink of his release. He strained body and mind, fighting against the rush that built within him. She tightened in spasms around him, crying out in pure pleasure. He clasped her hips, pulling her hard into his final thrust as his pulsing cock gushed into her. Pure ecstasy.
