Page 97 of The Duke's Wicked Widow
One hand still on her breast, Fawkes kissed his way to her sternum, then bent his knees. She didn’t understand what he was doing until she realized his mouth was on her navel, then lower.
“Fawkes, you do not need to—”
“Hush,” he commanded, settling between her thighs.
She expected him to kiss her, to lick her the way he did before.
But instead, he lifted his hands to her folds, already slick with need, and used his fingers to…examine her. Like she was a puzzle herself. There really was no other word for it. He studied her sex, his fingertips dragging along her cleft, teasing her curls…
Instinctively Ellie tried to close her thighs, embarrassment creeping back in, but he moved his touch to her inner legs, holding them open.
“Look at ye,” he murmured, gazing almost reverently on her core. “Look how goddamnperfectye are, Ellie.”
There was nothing she could say to that.
And then she forgot all about being embarrassed, because he dipped his head and dragged his tongue along her folds and she bucked against him.
Chuckling, he reached up and took her hands without looking and placed them atop his head. His tongue continued to stroke, to tease, and she realized her hips were curling forward, trying to reach his tongue all the deeper.
His fingers dug into her thighs as he pressed closer, his tongue actuallypenetratingher, the way she wanted his cock. He held open her thighs still, preventing her clenching around him, then swiped his tongue lower, brushing against herotherentrance.
“Yes!” Ellie gasped, fingers curling into his hair, torn between wanting to pull him up to her own lips, or smash his mouth against her core. “Yes, Fawkes.”
“So good,” she thought she heard him murmur before he settled in once more. His fingers teased now, sending her higher and higher in anticipation.
Squirming against him, Ellie was afraid she was holding him too tightly, but couldn’t seem to make herself stop.
Then his mouth closed around her clitoris and the pressure exploded.
Sheexploded.
Fawkes moved his mouth to her core once more, as if hewantedto lap up her spend. Ellie could do nothing more than moan as she ground her core against his face, knowing she was spreading her nectar across his mouth and lips and chin.
As her tremors slowly subsided, he pushed away and stood. Ellie knew she should be embarrassed but instead she reached for him, pulling him closer, against her, until she could feel the thick hard length of his cock.
It rested along her wetness, the part still aching for him.
“Please, Fawkes,” she murmured, stroking his arms. “Please.”
“Ye want more, sweet Ellie?”
“God, yes.”
“First…”
He ducked his chin to kiss her, one hand caressing her breast, his hips flexing forward, as if he was just as ready to be inside her.
This kiss was saltier, muskier, and when Ellie realizedwhy, a new flush of liquid desire pooled in her core. She wastasting herself.
“Ye like that, lass?” he asked, pulling away and settling between her legs. “Ye see what ye did to me?”
Shedidsee. His chin, his lips, were shiny withherdew, her satisfaction. He’d done that forher.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“And now ye want more?”
“I wantyou,” she clarified, reaching between their bodies to circle her fingers around his cock.
