Page 55 of A Duke for Stealing
“May I?” She asked.
Heady with growing arousal, Everett nodded and dropped his hands away. As he had been with her, she was gentle, almost reverent, with the removal of his clothes. Then, when she’d removed his shirt and her eyes fell to his muscled torso,satisfaction roared through him. Hewantedher to like how he looks. Wanted her approval.
“Touch what you like,” he said, his voice coming out strained.
Another sweet pink blush touched Rose’s cheeks, but even so, she still reached out. Her soft hands stroked over his muscled shoulders, his pectoral muscles, and when she reached his rigid rows of abdominal muscles, Everett couldn’t help but hiss in a breath and close his eyes to the pleasure.
Rose’s exploration of him was slow, gentle, and curious. There was no fervor, no wicked words exchanged through heated kisses as he was used to and had thought he had liked. No, this was far different than anything he had ever experienced- and it felt so devilishly wonderful that he feared he would lose his mind if he continued to stay still.
Yet he did. He did not rush her or move to help her with his clothes, even when she’d reached his trousers and briefs, and freed his aching manhood from its confines. Instead, he kept his fists clenched at his sides, tried to ease his rapid breathing, as she took her time removing the rest of his clothes. Rose was unraveling him with her softness- and she did not even realize it.
As he stood naked before, Everett felt as if he’d never been more exposed before another person. Even he- the illustrious rake that was never shy about his body or his needs- felt the sudden urge to cover himself. That was until he felt Rose’s soft, warm lips wrap around the tip of his rigid cock.
Everett threw his head back as a groan poured from his throat. Stars burst behind his eyes as he closed them tight, and felt his knees threaten to buckle as Rose continued her gentle exploration. Then, suddenly, she stopped, and cool air wrapped around him. He snapped his eyes open to look down at her. Of all things, he found worry in her blue eyes as her mouth stayed precious centimeters away from his pulsing sword.
“Did I hurt you?” She asked, her voice barely a whisper.
“No!” His voice rushed out in a boom, making her flinch, and Everett quickly worked to recover from his fervor. He reached down with a gentle touch and caressed her chin and jaw. “No,” he said again, softer this time, “That was not a moan of pain, love.”
Some of her worries faded.
“Shall I do it again?” She asked.
God yes.
Everett tried to say the words, but all he could do was nod his head as he continued to caress her jawline. Rose then leaned forward, taking him further into her mouth, and a broken whimper left his lips as her warm, silken mouth continued to bring him pleasure.
For the longest time, he attempted to stay still, to let her move at her own pace, but Rose’s mouth brought him closer to heavenwith every swallow of her throat and every swipe of her soft tongue. His fists, once clenched at his sides, soon found her hair, and he brought her closer, sliding himself inside of her mouth until he was fully fitted.
“Rose,” he breathed, moving himself in and out of her mouth, “My sweet Rose. God, how you undo me.”
A sound of pleasure broke from Rose’s throat as she looked up at him through her lashes, and the look of pure satisfaction in her blue eyes had him coming to a quick end. Everett roared out his release as he drove his hips forward, making her lips kiss his base and the tip of his cock nudge the very back of her throat. He moved to pull away, to prevent her from gagging on his release, but Rose’s hands suddenly flew to his muscled thighs, and she surged herself forward,
Everett trembled as he stared at her in utter rapture while her throat worked to swallow every drop of him until he was spent. Even after, when there was nothing of him left, Rose suckled until she had her fill. When she finally did release him, Everett’s knees finally buckled, and he dropped to the floor. He gathered her into her arms as if she were some sacred vessel, and kissed her passionately.
“Rose,” he panted over and again, his kisses growing rough and possessive, “Rose.”
Everett’s relief from his release was short-lived as he kissed and cradled Rose to him. A hunger for her that had been slightly dampened by her exploration hit him once more with renewedforce, and he lowered her to the rug before the fireplace. He pinned her hands above her head, relishing the way Rose’s once tentative kisses now matched his fervor.
“Everett,” Rose breathed.
Her lashes fluttered as his kisses broke from her mouth, and he nipped at the sensitive spot below her ear. She could still taste his release on her tongue; warm and salty and masculine even after he’d kissed her. She blushed at the idea of him tasting himself on her lips, but the very idea of it had her nipples peaking and warm wetness splashing over her inner thighs.
“How are you like this, Rose?” Everett asked her, his kisses trailing down her neck, “How are you so perfect for me?”
The question made Rose’s heart throb along with the rest of her body. Something more than pleasure was taking over them. Something deeper. Yet she had no time to think about it as Everett suddenly rose to his knees above her. She looked up at him and found his green eyes glittering with a mixture of need and awe- and suddenly she realized that he was looking at her.Allof her. For the first time.
Through her boldness, a sliver of shame was pushed, and she tried to move her hands from Everett’s grip to cover her breasts.
“No,” he said quickly, taking both her wrists in one hand as his eyes raked down to her breasts. “Do not dare feel ashamed, Rose. Not with me.”
His words and adamant tone quieted her shyness, and she stopped struggling to get out of his grasp. Slowly, he unfurled his fingers from her wrists and drew them down over the inside of her forearms, her upper arms, and then down the curves of her naked torso. She trembled at his light, reverent touch, and felt another shot of pure warmth sizzle through her bloodstream.
“Why do you look at me so?” She braved, feeling the heaviness of his stare.
His green eyes slowly made their way up her body to meet her gaze, and he lowered his body back down to hers. She whimpered and sighed in relief when she felt his naked chest pressed down upon her own, relishing the weight.
“You have me wrapped in a spell, Rose,” Everett huskily replied, reverently stroking her throat before wrapping his fingers tightly around it. The gentle squeeze sent another shot of pleasure throughout her body, making her dizzy. “I have never been as transfixed as I am with you.”
