Page 74 of What's an Earl Gotta Do?
“Teasing me. I’ve been dying to come ever since we were in the carriage! Why won’t you let me?”
He chuckled as he slid down her body. “Because, my darling Anne, I’m building you up. Although you want to throttle me right now, when you finally reach your peak it’s going to be so high, and your pleasure so intense, you’re going to thank me for the torturous way I got you there.”
She looked partially mollified and partially intrigued as he began kissing his way down her stomach, still caressing her ever so gently with his fingers. He spent a few minutes worshiping the insides of her thighs while her legs twitched in anticipation beneath his lips. After several kisses that barely grazed the little pink nub that was swollen and begging for his attention, she cried out in frustration, then reached down and grabbed his head, and positioned his mouth just where she wanted it.
Michael smiled. Deciding he had tortured her enough, he gave her what she so clearly wanted, although he kept his tongue deliberately gentle as he teased her little sweet spot.
He glanced up and drank in the sight of the glassy pleasure in Anne’s eyes. He kept his caresses light, but as her cries grew more and more desperate, he decided it was time. He paused and repositioned his mouth over her sweet little nub.
And then he began to suck.
He did so gently at first, but the effect was instantaneous. Anne froze, her eyes flying open. He could read her face, and her expression right now told him that she was feeling such pleasure as she’d never imagined existed.
“Michael?” she whispered uncertainly. He didn’t answer but increased his suction just a fraction.
“Michael,” she moaned, and he could tell she was getting close. He increased his suction a hair more and looked up at her, and that was when she began to cry out.
“Michael… Michael… Michael! Oh, my God, yes, Michael! Oh, my God that feels so good, please don’t stop, don’t ever, ever stop! Oh, my God, oh, my… Michael. Michael! Michael!”
Then the pleasure was upon her, and she exploded. There was no other word for it. Her back arched up like a bow and held for the space of a few heartbeats before crashing back down upon the bed. He kept sucking her as she screamed and thrashed on the bed and her legs shook and everything between them flexed for him in frantic pulses of delight. She continued screaming his name and thrashing and pulsing and trembling for a full minute before she collapsed on the bed.
Only then did he leave her, but just long enough to slide up the bed and take her in his arms. She was completely boneless, breathing hard, her eyes closed.
He thought she might fall asleep after such a powerful climax, but after a few minutes her eyes blinked open, dazed and full of wonder. “What did you just do to me?”
He smiled. “Is that a complaint?”
She poked his bottom. “You know full well it isn’t. That was magnificent.” She laughed, rubbing at her side. “I came so hard, I think I might have strained something.”
“Good,” he laughed, stroking her back.
“Give me just a minute for the room to stop spinning, and I’ll attempt to do the same for you.”
He froze. “But Anne,” he said carefully, “remember what we discussed? You don’t want to risk any chance of pregnancy. So there’s nothing you can do for me, darling.”
Her head popped up. “Oh, but there is!” she said brightly. “Did you not know? There’s a way I can use my mouth on you, too.” Michael’s astonishment must have shown on his face, because she ducked her head and added, “I mean, I’ve never done it before, but I’ve heard other women make, um, passing comments and little jokes, and…” She laughed nervously. “In any case, I understand it’s possible. Come on,” she said, reaching for the buttons of his placket, “I’m sure we can figure it out.”
“Anne,” he said in a strangled voice, “I don’t expect you to, er…”
“Oh!” She paused with half of the buttons on his trousers undone. “Would you not like that?” she asked shyly.
Michael groaned. “Of course I would like it.” He gestured to his straining cock. “Just look at me. I’m about to explode. But you are a lady, gently bred, and I would never expect for you to do such a thing for me.”
Anne’s forehead crinkled. “You use your mouth on me. How is this any different?”
“But I enjoy doing that for you. I love worshipping you, giving you pleasure.”
She smiled and crawled up his body, pressing her naked flesh against his as she went, and gave him a tender kiss. He cradled her face and kissed her back. He was so distracted that it took him a moment to notice that her hands had returned to the placket of his trousers, where she continued to undo his buttons.
“Anne?” he asked, trying to stifle a groan as her fingers teased his shaft through the layers of fabric.
She smiled. “You enjoy pleasuring me. I’ll bet I’m going to enjoy pleasuring you, too.” She started kissing his neck, working her way down his body the way he had done to her earlier. Her hands continued working at his placket, and as the final button sprang free, she began struggling to push his trousers and drawers down.
Michael groaned. He knew that, as a gentleman, he should resist. But there was absolutely zero chance that was going to happen. As Anne sucked one if his nipples into her mouth, his cock gave a pulse of approval, and the last thread of his resolve snapped. He lifted his hips and pushed his remaining garments off, tossing them on the floor.
Her nose crinkled in delight as she looked at his straining cock. She began to touch him tentatively, just with her fingertips—a delicious form of torture, when he wanted so much more. She jerked her hand back as she encountered the bead of moisture that had formed at his very tip, but she quickly realized how sticky it was, and began smoothing it over his head. Michael had propped himself up on his elbows so he could watch her, but as she began to tease him there, he let his head loll back as he groaned.
“Is that all right?” she asked.
