Page 95 of When the Viscount Seduces
When she curled her hand around his cock, he opened his eyes and watched her through slitted lids. As she stroked him, her dark hair fell against his thigh and the ends of her cravat tickled his flesh. He twitched, arching his hips off the bed. In answer, she put her lips to the hood of his cock.
Lazarus groaned, closing his eyes once more, but only briefly for he wanted to watch her suck him. She opened her mouth and drew him inside tentatively, her tongue sliding along his length. Then she released him and met his gaze.
“Am I doing this right?”
“There isn’t really a wrong way.” His voice rose as she moved her hand down his shaft and cupped the balls beneath. “Ah, that is quite perfect.”
“I’m glad to hear that. I do try to be a good student.” She returned her mouth to him, this time sucking him in with more confidence, her tongue swirling around him as she gently played with his sac.
Lazarus dug his fingers into the bedclothes, then fisted them as she began to move more quickly. If he didn’t stop her, he was going to come down her throat.
He clasped her head with one hand. “Gwen, you must stop before I shock you.”
She slowly released him from her mouth, her lips shining as she looked up at him. “How?”
“I will come in your mouth.”
“Is that not done?” she asked, blinking.
“Itis, but you should consent to my doing that.”
“I absolutely consent,” she said without hesitation. “And what happens with your seed? Will I swallow it?”
“If you like.” Her curiosity was both adorable and arousing. All this talk of coming in her mouth was making him even more desperate for her.
“I would like.” She made to put her mouth back on him, but he tugged gently on her hair.
“If you don’t mind, I would prefer to come in your pussy tonight. Time for you to ride.”
Rising up, she straddled his hips. Her breasts jutted out, high and proud, the nipples taut. Lazarus reached up with both hands and stroked her, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples.
She grasped the end of her cravat. “I suppose I don’t need this anymore.”
“Leave it,” he said quickly. “I like how it looks, the ends hanging between your breasts. When you move, the silk may caress your flesh. You may find you like that.”
“I do like the sound of it.” She wriggled her hips over his. “Show me what to do.”
Lazarus skimmed one hand down to her sex and rubbed her clitoris. He slid a finger between her folds and found her hot and wet. “Put my cock inside you. You’ll need to lift up slightly.”
Her hips rose, and she grasped his sex, guiding it to her sheath. He used both hands to part her folds as she took him inside herself.
Gripping her hips as she worked herself down over him, Lazarus moaned with pleasure. When her thighs met his and hewas fully embedded within her, he met her gaze. “Take your time to become accustomed, but then you will set the pace.”
She rocked forward slightly, pressing her clitoris against his pelvis. “Oh, that’s lovely.”
“When you move faster, the friction there will be exquisite.”
He guided her movements—up and down—holding her hips as she quickly learned. She ground down hard, and ecstasy shot through Lazarus. He cried out her name as he dug his fingers into her. “Ride me, Gwen. Hard.”
She complied, increasing her speed and grinding on him so her clitoris was receiving the attention it deserved. Lazarus managed to keep his eyes open and watched her breasts jostle, the white silk swaying against her nipples as she pitched slightly forward. It was the most erotic sight he’d ever beheld.
Then she began to ride him with such a sharp precision that he could no longer focus on anything but the rapture building inside him. Together, they bucked and panted, their bodies straining for release.
She began making high-pitched, nonsensical sounds, and her movements became more frenzied. Lazarus slid one hand between them and rubbed her clitoris with hard, fast strokes. The muscles of her sex clenched around him, and he felt her thighs tense.
She cried out his name over and over as her body shuddered around him with her climax. Lazarus pumped up into her a handful of times before he too was swept away.
When their bodies slowed, he carefully guided her away from him, easing her onto the bed while cautious with her injured arm. She was breathing rapidly, her breasts rising and falling heavily. Now, she tore the cravat away and flung it to the floor.
