Page 19 of The Earl and the Vixen
He didn’t believe she actually knew the girth of Irvine’s manhood. But her words still grated on Nick’s nerves.
“Perhaps you should bend over that desk so I can remind you who you belong to, Eliza,” he said, running his hands down her back and clasping her bottom, pulling her against his rock-hard erection.
Releasing a low mewl, she placed her hands on his chest, pushing him slightly back. “Perhaps you should drop to your knees and do something more useful with your tongue.”
She was going to be the death of him. But if she intended that as a challenge, he wouldn’t back down. He pressed his lips to hers and she swept her tongue into his mouth, taking control of the kiss. He moved her backwards until she was backed against the furniture. When her bottom was pressed against the side of the large oak desk, he broke the kiss.
“Lift your skirts,” he commanded.
She did as he said, and her beautiful slit was bare before him within a nest of dark curls. He licked his lips and dropped to his knees. When he ran his tongue along her pearl, she leaned her bottom against the desk and released a stream of moans. He sucked her nub, and she clasped his head in her hands.
It wasn’t enough. He needed to show her what she’d missed. What she could have had every single day for the last three years if she hadn’t given up on them.
He pulled away and looked up at her. “Bend over the desk,” he said.
“After that lackluster performance?” she asked, smirking at him.
He released a low growl. “Bend over the desk, and I’ll remind you exactly what my tongue can do.” He rose and pressed his lips to hers, running his tongue just inside her lips so she could taste herself.Shifting to her jaw, he kissed and licked until he reached her ear and whispered, “I would wager your arse has missed me, too.”
She looked for a mere moment as if she might hold her resolve, but desire made her eyelids heavy and her chest rose with the intensity of her breath. He knew her body and her wants well enough to know that his words would be her undoing. She turned around and did as he said, leaning low over the desk, bracing herself on her arms. He positioned himself on his knees between her legs and lifted her skirts again so that her bottom was fully exposed to him. He urged her to widen her stance and then clasped the cheeks of her bottom in each of his hands.
Spreading her open, he buried his face in her. He licked from her nub to her wet core, plunging his tongue inside of her. She rocked and moaned over the desk. He continued his exploration and ran his tongue up past her heat to the tight, puckered hole of her arse.
“Yes, Nick,” she moaned.
He licked and teased her arse with his tongue, while dipping two fingers inside of her dripping wet heat. Nick pulled back, entranced with everything about her, knowing it was him who caused her folds to glisten from her arousal. He removed his fingers from inside of her and traced them around the hole of her arse, applying the wetness to ease his inevitable invasion. He inserteda single finger just to the first knuckle, and she moaned, laying herself flat on top of the desk and pushing herself back into him.
Nick had her where he wanted her. He knew every inch of her body and what she needed. Better than anyone, he knew how to give it to her. He would remind her why she never should have left him. That there was no other man alive who could please her the way he did. And as much as he hated to admit it, he just might destroy any man who tried.
He slid his finger further into her arse, reaching the next knuckle.
“Fuck, yes,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop.”
He grinned and licked his lips, glad to see she hadn’t lost the foul mouth she picked up from the wicked nights they had spent together.
“If I had oil, I’d give you the full length of my cock,” he teased, pulling his finger out and sliding it back in to the same knuckle.
She whimpered and pushed back against him, taking more of his finger. He leaned forward again and returned his attention to her pearl, massaging it with his tongue while she bucked and rode his face and finger. Her arse was so tight on his finger, his cock threatened to rip ahole in his breeches.
Eliza cried out into her hand and shook when she came, and he lapped up every drop of her climax until she stilled. He stood and took in the sight of her. She was perfect. Lying with her arse bare before him, her core glistening, and her pearl swollen. Her cheek was pressed against the desk while she caught her breath, and her skin was flushed. Her stockings were up to her thighs, and he massaged the exposed fleshy area.
He leaned into her, pressing his covered bulge against her naked bottom. “Now you must tell me what you want.”
She pushed her bottom harder against his bulge and he closed his eyes, sucking in a deep breath. She was begging to be fucked, and he recalled how another man might have attempted to do so that very evening. His heart ached with how much he still loved her.
“I’m still unclear who you believe I belong to,” she said, moving her bottom to rub against him.
“If you don’t know by now, what do you expect me to do about it?” he asked, thrusting his hard ridge against her. He knew exactly what she wanted, but he would make her say it. He needed to remind her of why she had no need to seek out another man. She had never needed anyone else and shouldn’t have abandoned him. She had been everything to him, and he would have spent every minute of his life ensuring he was everything to her.
“Bury your cock deep inside of me and don’t go slow,” she said.
He fumbled with his falls, releasing himself so he could do just as she commanded. Once his member sprang free, he stroked it a few times in his hand, teasing the opening of her wet cunt with the head of his cock. He sucked in a breath at how good her delicate, wet skin felt against his.
“And just whose cock is that you want?” he asked, running a hand along her hip, giving it a squeeze.
“Nick,” she groaned, pleading with him. “I want you now.”
He slid himself inside of her and thrust hard, gripping her hips. It was like coming home. With every thrust, his heart pounded, believing that perhaps if he fucked her hard enough, loved her hard enough, she might regret tossing aside what they had together.
