She drew in a sharp breath as he leaned forward and licked one perfect areola, circling it with his tongue. Against her skin, he murmured, "What's your name?"
The split second of hesitation somehow told him she was going to lie. She whispered, "Sharon."
"Is there anything you don't do, Sharon?"
"I beg your pardon?"
Leaning back, he smiled at her and indicated the length of stiff flesh hard against his stomach. "I mean I wouldn't mind if you returned the favor."
Her brow knitted for a moment as if she didn't understand, and then her eyes went wide and her lips parted as she obviously realized what he asked. Her gaze flew to that part of him that thrust up in heated demand, and her eyes widened further. Then she swallowed and said in a voice still throaty from her recent climax, "If you'll tell me what to do."
And that notion--the idea of guiding this young maid in blatant carnal instruction--made his impetuous libido react vividly, his erection throbbing harder, pulsing against stomach. He said, "It will be my pleasure."
Shifting to his back, he lay against the pillows, slightly propped up. She sat up in a flurry of red-gold hair, obviously hesitant, yet she moved closer. "It's easier if you are on your knees," he suggested. When she complied, he almost ejaculated then and there at the sight of her in that submissive pose, her legs tucked under as she bent towards him, a veil of red-gold shimmering across her back.
Well-experienced in sexual discipline, the fierce onslaught caught him off guard and he drew a deep breath, controlling himself with effort. "Give me just a moment," he muttered. Good God, he wasn't sixteen anymore, was he? Part of his legendary status as a lover had come from his stamina.
Sharon, if indeed that was her name, watched him with those lovely long-lashed eyes. Regaining control, he gazed back, lounging against the softness of the pillows, and instructed, "First, take me in your hand and then put the tip in your mouth ... just the tip at first."
Shifting her slender body, she complied, her cool fingers closing around his engorged shaft. When the heated softness of her lips closed over him, the exquisite sensation washed over his body like tidal wave. "Circle with your tongue," he told her. "Slow, then fast."
Her eyes shut, the lashes dark against her porcelain cheeks. He admired the graceful curve of her back as she knelt before him, the satiny roundness of her bottom resting on her dainty feet. She did as he instructed, the pleasure so acute a fine sheen of sweat broke out on his brow.
"Suck now."
Her lips tightened and his breathing quickened.
"Ah ... that's it, Jesus. Deeper," he growled, thrusting slightly. "Take me deeper."
Her mouth slid obediently farther down his cock, the tip pulsing against the back of her throat.
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Viscount Cheviot is a notorious rogue, reputed to be an incomparable lover, and when Shannon Cates sneaks into his bedroom to retrieve her beloved father's watch, the last thing she expects is to spend an erotic night in the arms of the legendary lord. Yielding to temptation when faced with the seductive Devlin Moore, she is swept into a storm of passion that rivals her most exceptional and shocking fantasies. Beguiled by the force of the pleasure he shared with the mysterious young lady he had mistaken for a common prostitute, Devlin seeks to find her real identity, amazed when she turns out to be an icy widow of reputed unshakable virtue. Knowing her secret capacity for unbridled pleasure, he seeks to tempt her by promising wicked excess and complete sexual license, sweeping her into a tumultuous love affair that can only end in disaster? [Erotic Historical Romance: Contains graphic sexual content and adult language.]
