Kate Pearce - Educating Elizabeth

Elizabeth rose and the ten of diamonds slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor. With fingers that shook, she raised her hand and trailed it down his cheek toward his knotted cravat. She studied his tall frame, thankful that Jacques had already helped him out of his tight-fitting coat and boots or her seduction would have stalled at the first fence.

She concentrated on unraveling the yards of starched fabric, her knuckles occasionally brushing his throat, the rasp of the fabric the only sound in the room apart from the crackling fire.

His shirt fell open, revealing the taut muscles of his chest, and she slid her hand inside and smoothed her fingers over his skin. She murmured in appreciation as she nuzzled his skin and his unique scent warmed her senses. A pulse beat at the side of his throat and she rested her mouth against it.

He stood still, allowing her attentions but not helping her at all. His breathing remained calm as she reached up to kiss his mouth. When he resisted the gentle seduction of her tongue she nipped his lower lip and tugged until he opened his mouth and allowed her to sample the depths.

As she stroked her tongue over his, she unbuttoned his waistcoat using only her sense of touch. The silver buttons felt cold against her heated fingers and the press of her breasts. She hummed low in her throat when his tongue joined and met hers in a rhythmic duel. She dropped the waistcoat to the floor and urged him backward, toward the chair by the fire.

She stood between his outstretched legs, pulled his shirt over his head in one swift motion, then knelt to admire his masculine beauty. She allowed her hands to roam over his chest and strong arms in an endless circle. Following the same sultry path with her mouth, she kissed and licked him to her satisfaction.

"You are beautiful, Your Grace."

When she sucked his taut nipple into her mouth, his hands rose to grip the armrests of the chair. Careful not to touch his tented breeches, she perched on his knee, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again.

This time it was he who groaned when she ended the kiss. She slid across his lap and straddled him, only the smooth satin of his pantaloons between the heat of her core and the throb of his cock. She slid her hands down and began to work on the buttons. His breathing hitched as she freed him. With a low murmur of approval, she wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked the long, hard, length of him until his hips began to lift against her hand.

Desperate now to complete the act he had trained her to fulfill, she rose onto her knees and tried to guide him inside her. To her consternation, it did not seem to be as easy as she had imagined it to be. Either he was too big or she was too small but they didn't seem to fit. She tried to alter the angle of her body to lessen the pressure but that only drove him a little deeper and worsened the painful sensation. Close to tears, she looked up to find him watching her, his gray eyes gleaming a hard silver.

"Please," she whispered.

"What, my dear?" His hand smoothed endless circles over her silk clad back.

"Please, help me."

"But this is your prize, not mine."

She rubbed herself against him and watched the heat in his eyes. "You don't want to help me?"

He stared at her for a long moment and then sighed. "God knows I shouldn't, but I've never considered myself a saint." He brushed his finger over her lower lip. "You are always in such a rush, Elizabeth, close your eyes and relax."

He rubbed his finger along the line of her lips until she opened her mouth and sucked on it. With a satisfied sound, he dragged his wet finger down her body until he reached the apex of her thighs.

"This will help, my dear." He trailed a lazy path with his finger around her already swollen bud, pausing to circle where the crown of his cock disappeared inside her. She shifted forward and brought her hands up to clutch his muscled shoulders. He stroked his finger back and forth like a pendulum, teasing, testing, and tantalizing her senses. Before she knew it, her hips swayed into the rhythm he played out against her most tender flesh.

Gervase gritted his teeth as her luscious body dipped and slid and danced against his fingers. He looked up into her face as her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks and her head fell back to bare her throat to him. He felt like a snake charmer ensnaring and hypnotizing his unconscious prey. As she undulated around him, he arched his back and slid deeper.

"This is your last chance to stop me, Elizabeth. I will try to restrain myself if you change your mind, but it will be difficult. I'm but a man."

The ache grew between Elizabeth's legs, pooling in her stomach and she deliberately leaned into him, forcing him deeper, feeling him stretch her until there seemed nothing more for him to fill. She gasped his name.

"Ah, ma femme , you are so tight." Gervase breathed out hard and tilted her hips until he was buried deeper than she imagined possible. Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes and stared into the duke's aroused face. His heart thumped reassuringly under her splayed fingers. "Is that all?"

"All of me?" Gervase glanced down and his mouth quirked. "Not quite, nor is this all of the lovemaking."

"Give me all of you, then, Gervase. Show me it all." Elizabeth said dreamily, loving the raw feelings he created in her and joyfully anticipating the rest.

The clock on the mantelpiece struck twice as Gervase gathered her into his arms. "I apologize, Elizabeth, but your seduction of me ends here. I need you naked and beneath me, this first time. We will retire to bed. Wrap your legs around me and hold on."

Five minutes.

It took him only five minutes of pure heaven and pure hell to complete an act he had been dreaming about for weeks. Gervase rolled over, bringing Elizabeth with him, and covered his eyes with his forearm. He groaned out loud. She must think him a spectacularly inept lover.

To his infinite disgust, he'd spent three minutes resisting the possessive need to plunge as deeply and completely into her as a man could, and the final two wrestling with an insane desire to stay inside her when he knew he must withdraw.

He stared down at her flushed face, which rested over his heart. As if she sensed his regard, she braced her hands on his chest and raised her head. Her mouth opened and he placed his hand over it.

"If you are going to ask me if that was it, I will beat you." He growled as she pulled his fingers away. She frowned, wrinkling her nose as she contemplated him, her gray eyes wide and serious. She smoothed a lock of his hair behind his ear and patted his cheek.

"It is all right, Gervase. I understand that this must have been a difficult evening for you." She paused to brush a kiss on his lips. "No aging rake could be expected to enjoy being beaten at cards by a woman and then find the energy to perform in bed."

With an oath, he grabbed her hands, pulled them above her head and had her on her back before she could scarcely finish the sentence. Bereft of speech, he gazed down at her modestly lowered eyelids and caught the suspicion of a smile on her pursed lips.

"Aging, am I?" He leaned forward, kissed her hard on the mouth and straddled her. "You will be the one pleading to sleep soon, my dear. You will be the one begging."

Her only answer was a shrug as Gervase captured her breast in his mouth and began to suckle hard.

She shut her eyes and resolved to resist the temptations he offered, despite her body's urgings. The duke needed to learn she was not so easily seduced.

By the time the clock struck the half-hour, Elizabeth was well past the point of begging. She was writhing and biting and clawing at the duke in an effort to make him come inside her. He hovered over her, a smiling, taunting, devil, not allowing her to touch him or to break his hold on her wrists. Sweat gleamed on his muscled body as he contained her struggles and searched her quivering skin for yet another place to torment her.