Page 25 of Her Daring Earl
He took her hand and pulled her up, guiding her into a sitting position.
“How was that?”
“That was…” she paused, not wanting to stroke his ego, but she also wanted more of this, and she supposed the truth was the best way to start. “Amazing.”
“Good,” he said, that cheeky grin crossing his face.
“Is there a lesson three?” she asked. While she wasn’t sure that her body would be able to handle anymore, it could certainly give. She knew enough from her books to be aware that this could be a two-way event.
When she met his eyes, they were dark and full of lust, but he shook his head. “That should be enough for you today.”
Disappointment ran through her.
“Is there nothing I can do for you?”
“That isn’t what this is about,” he said with a frown.
“These are lessons, Fitz,” she said, looking up at him from beneath her lashes. “I wanted to experience pleasure, but I’d also like to give it.”
She looked up at him with what she hoped was a convincing smile. “Please?”
He sighed, rolling his eyes up to the sky.
“Do you ever take no for an answer?” he said, but there was no malice to his tone. In fact, he seemed rather excited.
“Not really,” she said, grinning.
“Very well,” he said with what she knew was supposed to be a sigh of resignation, but he was clearly not too put out by the thought.
“Lesson number three it is.”
CHAPTER 9
This woman was either going to be the death of him or bring him to a higher form of pleasure than he had ever known before.
At this point, however, he was willing to sacrifice himself.
“Should I put my mouth on you?” she asked with enthusiasm, and he had to do all he could to hold his groan within.
“While I would love that more than I can properly put into words,” he said as sweat beaded on his brow, “let’s start with something a bit simpler.” He reached toward her. “Give me your hand.”
She did as he requested, her complete trust nearly breaking him as he placed it on his member and then lay down before her as she had done to him. She stroked him lightly, sending his every nerve on edge.
“What do I do?”
Realizing he would hardly be able to form words, he placed his hand over hers, gripping it with just the right tightness before moving it up and down, from his base to the tip.
“Yes,” he moaned as she continued, and soon enough she had the rhythm and he was able to release his hand, allowing her tocontinue on her own. What she lacked in inexperience she made up for with her effort, and Fitz wondered if there had ever been a more willing woman.
Fitz wanted to enjoy this and hoped it would last.
But it seemed her eagerness was far too much for him.
Fitz bit back a groan as his body tensed, the familiar sensation building up inside of him. He glanced down at Eliza's hand, still moving up and down over his shaft as he neared his breaking point.
His eyes closed briefly, as he desperately tried to extend the pleasure, but he could still picture the curve of her lips, her flushed cheeks, and the way her muscles rippled beneath her skin as she moved her hand. He relinquished himself to all of the sensations, lost in her, so caught up in her presence that he barely noticed the time passing.
A soft moan escaped his lips, and he gripped the linen beneath him tightly. His body filled with heat, and her scent surrounded him, a heady mixture of her perfume and perspiration. He could feel the inevitable cresting closer with every stroke of her hand, and he knew he had to stop her before he shocked her.
