In their current position, Elaine’s soft breasts stood just across from his eyes, the pink buds pebbled into hard peaks. Owen licked his lips, wanting desperately to lean forward and take one into his mouth as she’d done to his, but doing his damnedest to hold himself back.
This was Elaine’s game. This was her experiment, and he’d be damned if he was going to ruin it for her.
Then her hands were at the flap of his breeches, undoing his buttons with the same maddening deliberateness as she was undoing him. Her fingers slid along his aching erection through the fabric, and Owen was astonished he kept himself seated. His only thought was of tossing her to the floor on her back and rutting into her.
Finally, she freed his member and they could get on with it. He started to remove his hands from the chair, but Elaine shook her head. “Stay put,” she whispered.
Lowering herself to the floor, she kneeled between his legs, pushed his breeches down over his hips, and lowered her lips to him. Christ in heaven. At first, she placed chaste little kisses all up and down his length. He could handle that without spending himself all over her. Somehow.
But then she trailed her pointed tongue along the top, wrapped it around to the bottom, and traced his length all the way back. Owen tightened his grip on the chair arms to the point he wondered he hadn’t broken them off.
Warm, wet lips settled over the head and pushed down, taking him inside. The sensation was almost like being inside her sheath in some ways, but so very, very different at the same time. Elaine delved further, until half his length was inside the moist haven of her mouth. Owen sucked in a harsh breath through gritted teeth, unable to look away from the fiendishly lustful sight. She bobbed her head over him, taking him deeper each time he pressed back down again.
His hips bucked up to meet her, almost of their own accord, at the same time as he shouted again. Good God, he’d never experienced such blazing need before.
Elaine lifted her hand and used it along with her mouth and teeth and tongue in a wicked dance of delight. Where on earth had his wife learned such things? Was this what Lipscombe and Flynn’s wives had run her off to do?
His ballocks tightened beneath her eager, wanton efforts. “I won’t last much longer,” he ground out.
After a few more bobs, she pulled her mouth off his prick with a pop and mounted him again, as though she’d ride him astride like a horse. She kissed him, then, her tongue delving deep into his mouth and spreading this new taste-salty and musky, and bursting with the essence of sex.
Elaine gripped the back of his head with both hands, digging her fingers into his hair and pulling him closer. The hardened peaks of her nipples pressed against his chest and rubbed over him and her sex rested just over his cock. She ground herself into him, letting out a deep moan, more sensuous than he’d ever heard from her.
Then she pulled away from him slightly, taking his erection into her hands and guiding it inside her silken body.
She sank down on him, driving his member inside her, with her head tossed back in ecstasy. Owen watched her breasts as they bounced before him, jiggling and undulating with each of her movements as she rose and fell over him, the strands of her pearls swaying over the mounds and catching on the tight nubs. He was a man entranced.
Before he could stop himself, Owen leaned forward in his chair and took one of her breasts into his mouth, drawing her peak into his mouth and suckling as she’d done to him earlier. Elaine whimpered and pressed his head against her, arching her back as she continued her ride over him.
He grazed the nub with his teeth and her sex tightened around him as though her teat was directly connected to her most private area. What a fascinating discovery. Owen moved his attentions to the other breast, drawing her pearls there as he went. He used his tongue and lips to press a few pearls tight around her nipple and she shuddered violently over him.
Letting out a primal growl, he released his arms from their imaginary shackles. He couldn’t hold back any longer. With both hands, he gripped her bum and drove her faster, bouncing her small body above him like a man possessed.
Elaine braced on hand on his shoulder and moved the other between their bodies to slide against her nubbin. Her strokes were tentative at first-so very different from the rest of her behavior that night-and then grew bolder and more frantic.
Unable to resist any longer, Owen brought his hands up to mold over her breasts. Her nipples branded his palms.
A series of short, high pitched half-screams came from her, and then she collapsed against him, the walls of her sex surging around his cock. After a few more thrusts, he spilled inside her with a shout.
A cascade of pearls clattered against the floor, rolling about until they finally came to a stop. Owen looked down. A few of them remained in his hand, along with the remnant of the string.