Page 77 of Snowbound Surrender
“Now tell me how to please you,” she murmured against his mouth.
He plumped the pillow behind him and scooted up the bed. His legs were spread, but his breeches constricted around his hips and only an inch or two of his cock was free.
She bit her bottom lip and looked at him from under her lashes. “Perhaps you should disrobe?”
He shucked his breeches and shirt so fast she laughed but with obvious nerves. He resumed his position. She goggled at his cock, and he wondered at her thoughts. How did he compare to her late husband?
He was fully erect, and without his breeches to keep it in check, his cock jutted up from a dark nest of hair. The head was swollen, and a bead of his spunk rolled down the shaft. His bollocks were aching for release.
“I fear you will make short work of me. I have been in this state since I walked in to see you in my shirt,” he said.
She played with the ties at the front. The firelight behind her turned the thin cotton translucent, outlining her curves. “I couldfeel your cock against my bottom earlier, but now I can fully appreciate its size.”
Usually he would enjoy having a woman complimenting his cock, but she sounded more worried than aroused. “If you’re scared, you don’t have to do anything.”
She gave him a sharp look. “I am no coward, Callum.”
“That’s not what I?—”
She wrapped her hand around his cock, and he let out a hissing breath, letting his head fall back on the pillows. Her grip loosened. “Did I hurt you?”
He shook his head, forcing himself to speak in a strained voice. “You can be rougher. Grab me tighter and stroke.”
Her touch was still too light, and he covered her hand with his to show her what he liked. His spunk continued to leak out and provided lubrication. While still pumping him, she leaned down, her hair falling forward and tickling his thighs, to lick the head.
“What next?” She spoke with her lips against the sensitive skin of his cock, and pleasure zinged through him. His toes curled.
“Take the head of my cock fully into your mouth while you grip the shaft.” He couldn’t believe the order he’d just given.
Even more surprising was her willingness to do it. She opened her mouth and engulfed him in the warmth and pressure of her mouth. It would be the matter of a few thrusts until he spent. He brushed her hair back so he could imprint the image of her lips around his cock.
She looked up, meeting his gaze with her eyebrows raised. She truly wished to learn how to pleasure him with her mouth. He garnered the fraying threads of his self-control.
“Use your tongue around the ridge below the tip while you suck,” he said.
Her tongue went to work. She paused to swallow, and the pressure almost made him spend down her throat.
“Cup my bollocks and lick the shaft.” He barely recognized his voice.
She followed his directions with gusto, wetting his cock with her warmth.
“Now suck me again but deeper. As deep as you are able.”
She was able to take half of his cock into her mouth before gagging. He fisted his hands in the covers to keep from holding her by the hair and thrusting into her mouth. He couldn’t quite stop his hips from pumping.
“I need to fuck your mouth, sweetheart.”
She moaned around his cock and loosened her jaw, catching on quickly to his rhythm. He had never seen anything as arousing and beautiful as Eleanor kneeling between his legs and sucking him off.
“Bloody hell, I’m going to spend.” With only a second to spare, he speared his hand through her hair and lifted her off his cock. Then he erupted. The first spurt hit her across her chin and reddened lips. The next two crisscrossed the front of the shirt she wore. The rest of his spend trickled down the shaft.
She touched her mouth before licking her lips clean. The dark outline of one peaked nipple was visible through the damp cotton. He couldn’t help himself. He sat up, cupped her breast, and thrummed the nipple wet with his spend. He dragged the shirt down her shoulder, not stopping until her breast was exposed.
“What are you—” A gasp cut off her question when he closed his mouth around her nipple.
She squirmed. He would have pulled away to make sure he wasn’t scaring her, but she threaded her fingers through his hair and held him against her breast. It was her and not he who wrestled the shirt over her head to give him full access to bothbreasts. He took advantage of the bounty laid before him. He sucked and flicked his tongue and ran his teeth against first one nipple and then the other.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and flipped their positions, leaving her against the pillows and him between her legs and hovering over her. He continued to minister to her breasts. Her hips moved restlessly under him until she finally pulled his head up.
