Page 40 of Disguised Desires of a Scarred Duke
Eleanor’s exclamation made Anthony chuckle, then he gently spread her thighs further apart as she combed her fingers through the dark hair on his chest.
“Just wait, my dear. If we do this right, you will absolutely soar.”
Anthony’s probing gradually got stronger and deeper. He locked eyes with Eleanor as his hips rocked in a grinding motion that found her following his lead.
“This might be uncomfortable for just a moment, Elle, because it’s your first time. And because I’m made a bit bigger than some men. A small sting is natural and nothing to be afraid of, but let me know if I am causing you pain. We will go slow. Just hold onto me. Find my rhythm. Glide with me.”
Eleanor nodded her head, then added her arms around his neck as her legs clung to his hips. She was nervous and excited. And so ready to experience his full length in addition to how glorious his slow probing already felt throughout her entire body.
She was awkward at first, trying to match his movement. But all of a sudden, they were rocking in rhythm like they’d been dancing like this together for years.
As he pressed down, she tipped her hips up, and the pulsing bud of her sex started to hum.
Then Anthony plunged like an urgent bolt of light illuminating her core. She felt him fill her completely, then slide back and fill her again.
When she cried out, he held her closer and pressed his face into her hair. “My love, are you quite well? Tell me if you want me to stop.”
Eleanor pushed her hips up into his again, sinking his erection deeper and deeper. “Please don’t stop. I feel wonderful. Please don’t stop.”
Anthony growled and nibbled her ear, then changed their position so that he was kneeling on the bed with her legs at his sides.
He quickened the gyrating rhythm faster and faster. Eleanor grew dizzy when she felt his thumb find her slickened bud and massage it in a circular motion that made it pulse with its own racing heartbeat.
All other sounds were drowned out other than the man she loved revealing the secret pleasures of his lust.
And she did love him; she knew it. Not because he was making her ride the crest of a miraculous wave that she hoped would never crash into the shore.
Not because she’d never felt so free and alive and wanted as she did in this moment.
It was because he respected her. He understood her, made her laugh, and stood beside her like she mattered.
Anthony was her fantasy and now her reality and nothing like it had ever felt as good. Nothing in her life had ever been as exquisitely … penetratingly …oh my goodness, wave-crashingly gooooood!
Eleanor held tightly to Anthony’s arms as she shuddered through a spasm like none she’d ever experienced before. It had to be what lightning felt like. A beyond pleasurable sizzling static so strong she wasn’t sure how she survived it.
When the spasm ran its course and left her breathless, Anthony pulled away from her body and gasped through what looked like his own lightning bolt of pleasure on the other side of the bed.
“Where did you go?” Eleanor reached for Anthony, and he scooted back over to press against her skin again. This time, he laid on his side and held her from behind.
Her lover stroked her hip, then her thigh, then her belly, where his hand rested as he softly kissed the back of her neck.
Though the spasms had subsided, Eleanor was still flying high. She felt like she was back in her dreams again, where her beloved pirate helped her understand how true love felt.
Anthony’s full feelings for her were yet unknown, but his tenderness had to come from a place of caring. She was sure of that. And she was sure it was too soon to overthink what the future between them might hold.
Eleanor snuggled closer to Anthony’s body and sighed a happy sigh. She wanted to be fully present in this moment with him, no matter what happened tomorrow.
“Elle, I need to tell you something. I need you to know who I truly am.”
Anthony sounded nervous, but his desire to talk more intimately with her than perhaps he ever had before endeared Eleanor to him even more. As did his new nickname for her, of course. To hear him call her Elle was all the proof she needed right now that his care for her ran deep.
“Do you mean there’s more than the obsidian eyes and pirate adventures?” Eleanor felt Anthony’s laugh radiate through his body behind her. She giggled and pulled his right arm closer around her.
“I wasn’t a pirate, but it was a rough life, to be sure. Yet I thrived on those waters until the storm of all storms nearly ended every man’s life on that ship. Including mine and Edward’s.”
Eleanor rolled over to face Anthony and see into his dark eyes. She envisioned the black waves of an ocean storm crashing over his ship again and again.
“What happened? Did your ship sink?”
