Page 3 of The Earl and the Vixen
She watched his response to her, and the hunger in his eyes only emboldened her further.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, looking from her breasts and down her body. “I must taste you.”
She wasn’t sure what he meant, but he clasped her bottom and lifted her onto the bed. He tenderly laid her down across the massive bed and positioned himself on his knees between her legs.
He kissed her lips, then kissed his way to her breasts. Her entire body shivered from the sensation of his powerful form hovering over her and the anticipation of what he would do. She gasped when he took one of her nipples into his mouth and began suckling her. “Nick,” she cried out.
“Do you like this?” he asked, stopping what he was doing.
“Oh, yes,” she replied.
He dipped his head to continue, smiling against her breast every time she moaned or sucked in a breath. When he used his hand to find her nub in the nest of curls between her legs, she moaned again.
He released her nipple and kissed his way down her stomach. He kissed lower and lower, shifting himselffurther down on the bed until his head was between her legs.
“What are you—” She cried out when his tongue flicked her pearl. “God, yes,” she moaned.
He stopped and glanced up at her, a smirk playing on his lips. “Does that mean you wish for me to continue?”
“I may never wish for you to stop.”
He gave a smug laugh and flicked her pearl again before circling it with his tongue. He inserted a finger into her core and moved it in and out. Her hands flew to his head, and she undulated against his mouth and hand.
She approached a release similar to the one he gave her a couple of nights ago with his hand, but this was different. Far more intense and wicked. When she tipped over the edge of her climax, she rocked and moaned, calling out his name.
He shifted himself on top of her and kissed her lips. She tasted herself on his tongue and licked the wetness off his lips. It was erotic and exhilarating, and she knew that once would never be enough.
“I could drink from you all day,” he said.
“I may wish for you to do just that.” She giggled when he laughed at her declaration. “I didn’t know such a thing was possible,” she said.
He kissed her again. “Would you like to stop now, or would you like for me to show you more?”
“I want more,” she replied, the need evident in her tone. “Please, Nick.”
Nick climbed off the bed and stood beside it, looking at her.
“Where are you going?” she asked, curving her lips in a playful pout.
“I must remove these now,” he replied, working the buttons of his falls, his eyes not leaving hers. He pushed his breeches down to the floor and his member sprang to life, protruding from a nest of dark curls. Her gaze fixed on it, curious about what it might feel like in her hand.
He climbed back onto the bed and hovered over her, placing another sweet kiss on her lips.
“I want to touch you,” she said, reaching between them to grasp the rod that stood erect between them.
He sucked in a large breath and closed his eyes when her hand closed around it. Balancing himself with one hand and his knees, he reached his free hand between them and wrapped it around hers. His cock was smooth to the touch but hard as steel.
“You can stroke me like this.” He moved her hand with his, and she loved the power she felt from giving him pleasure the way he did for her.
She continued to stroke him for a few moments before he pulled her hand away. “I will spend if you shouldcontinue, and I would much rather do so after I make you come on my cock.”
She bit her lip, enjoying his wicked words. “Tell me what you are going to do and don’t be polite about it.”
He slipped his hand between them and slid two fingers inside of her. “I’m going to replace my fingers with the head of my aching shaft, and then I’m going to move like this”—he slid his fingers in and out—“until you shatter and moan in my arms.”
She released a sound that was a mixture of a sign and a moan. He pressed his lips to her ear. “Do you want me inside you now?” he whispered.
She nodded.
