Page 66 of A Husband for Esyllt
Esyllt tilted her head in mock consideration. “Looking sinfully handsome for one. Sending me mad with longing for another. Giving me another child to love. The list is endless.”
“Wait. Before you do this, please, remove your shift. I need to see you. It will make whatever you have in store for me even more unbearable.”
Unbearable. She almost laughed out loud at his choice of word.
Pushing aside a vestige of modesty she had never been able to rid herself of, Esyllt lifted the sheer garment over her head. The look in Connor’s eyes was ample reward for her efforts. They looked positively ablaze with desire.
Slowly, she came to kneel in front of him and reached for his braies. He sucked in a breath when she freed him and licked her lips suggestively, her intent clear. Never once in all their nights together had she dared do such a thing. Every time she thought she might build up the courage to finally do it, Connor distracted her with his own daring caresses and by the time he was finished with her, she was too spent to lift even a finger.
Tonight she would indulge herself—and him, with any luck. She had not forgotten his claim that men liked their lover to take them into their mouths and she now had a better idea of what he meant by that. The only thing left to do was see if she could manage it. As much as she wanted to please him, she was not certain she would.
Well, there was only one way of knowing, and practice did make one perfect.
“Don’t do this, Esyllt,” he growled. It wasn’t hard to guess he would find it excruciatingly hard to remain in control. He already sounded about to burst.
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t think I will be able to stand it.”
She stilled her hands and made a grimace of mock dismay. “Oh, dear, am I supposed to feel sorry for you?”
“No. And forget what I said. Please don’t stop.”
She could not repress a smile. He really was losing his mind. And he had alluded to the act often enough while making love to her that she knew he wanted it, even if he had not yet dared to ask for it.
“Very well, Lord Sheridan. If I remember correctly, the first time you bedded me you sent me to the edge of madness and then refused to allow me the release I needed. It is time I paid you back for this cruelty. Let us see howyouhandle frustration.”
Connor groaned. “Esyllt, please.”
“No, there will be no quarter.” She opened the laces to free his straining manhood. It was as hard as she had ever seen it, which was saying something, because true to his word, he had made sure she got used to seeing him naked in various state of arousal. “Well. Someone is ready for his punishment, whatever you say.”
Connor let out a curse when she wrapped her lips against the tip of his shaft. Again and again she teased him, first with licks and then by welcoming him into her mouth, tentatively at first, then as deep as she could manage. Before long she’d brought him near to climax. She could hear and feel it against her tongue. His breathing was coming out in ragged breaths, his moans were getting louder and his thighs had gone almost as hard as his shaft. He was about to erupt. It was time to put an end tothe torture they were both feeling. Because pleasuring him in that manner had brought her to the brink as well, and now she needed him inside her, deep inside, where he could spill.
With one last moan, she released him.
“Shall I walk away now?” she asked, straightening back up. Where was she finding the strength to goad him, she wondered? She could not have walked away now if her life depended on it.
“You wouldn’t dare!” he rasped.
With a smile she hoped looked seductive, she came to straddle him. “I would dare, but it would not be in my best interest right now. I’m desperate for you.”
“Good. Take me. Dear God, now, Esyllt, take me now, before I expire.”
She wanted to be gentle, she wanted to torture him, she wanted to lower herself onto him one inch at a time and make him beg for more, just like he had done for her that first night, but she lacked his strength or his iron control to do it.
In one bold move, she buried his hardness into her heat. They groaned at the same time at the relief of it.
It was bliss.
“Yes. Just like that. Ride me, my love, give me what I deserve.”
She did, riding him with a fierceness verging on desperation. He was so hard, she was so wet, he felt so good and she felt so tight, they were so perfect together that she wished this moment could last forever. And yet at the same time she wished she could explode now. It was an impossible situation.
Delicious.
“Kiss me.”
She wasn’t sure whether she or he had spoken but she complied all the same. The kiss, sensual and passionate, pushed her over the edge.
