Bewitching in Boots by Lila Dipasqua

Author:Lila Dipasqua [Dipasqua, Lila]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotic historical romance
ISBN: 0995165513
Google: 7fhMvgAACAAJ
Amazon: B01HBWZBC6
Publisher: Lila DiPasqua
Published: 2016-06-21T08:45:55.623000+00:00

Chapter Five

His cock was in heaven. As Tristan drifted out of sleep and into consciousness, the glorious sensations swamping his shaft became stronger, the wet heat enveloping it—keener, and the soft sucking noises in the quiet room—louder.

He opened his eyes, looked down his body, and was met with the erotic sight of Elisabeth drawing on his hard prick, her head lowering and rising in a steady, sublime rhythm. He closed his eyes briefly and smiled.

Is there a better way to greet the morning than waking up to a beautiful woman sucking you off?

Last night had been delicious. Today was starting out just as fine.

She gently cupped his sac, and he groaned. She looked up, his cock popping out of her mouth when she met his gaze.

Her smile was radiant, her cheeks slightly flushed. “Good morning.” She sat back on her heels, yet still held on to the base of his shaft. Rays from the morning sun shone into the room, allowing him the pleasure of seeing her lovely naked form in the bright light of the day.

“Good morning, Elisabeth.” Images of her bound by silk scarves, wet and eager, filled his mind. Memories he’d never forget. Last eve wasn’t the first time he’d engaged in that kind of sex play, but with Elisabeth, it had been different. She was different from any woman he’d had.

She was different from the woman he’d believed her to be.

And she made him feel different than he’d been feeling the last three months.

Since his injury, he’d felt depleted and diminished. It didn’t escape his notice that not once since her arrival had Elisabeth treated him as anything but whole. Not like a man with an infirmity. She’d treated him simply as a man—fully capable. And had even demanded fencing lessons. Lessons he intended to provide her with—proper lessons this time.

“I hope you don’t mind,” she said, leisurely stroking his cock from base to tip in her warm fist, his greedy prick luxuriating in the pleasure radiating along its length. “But I noticed this particular part of your anatomy—of impressive proportions, I might add—was awake and looking for attention.”

She drew another smile from him. She was the only one who’d made him smile since his injury. “I don’t mind at all,” he said. “By all means, help yourself.”

Mischief twinkled in her eyes. “Thank you, sir. I must admit I find you rather delicious.”

He chuckled, but his laugh was choked off by a gasp the moment she lowered her head and gave the tip of his cock a lush lick.

Elisabeth plunged him deep into her mouth. He closed his eyes and hissed out the air from his lungs. Intent on delving his fingers into her soft dark hair and guiding her movements, he reached for her, only to have his hands stopped short.

What in the world . . . ? He snapped open his eyes and looked up. His wrists were bound with silk scarves to the outside posts of the bed.

He shot a look at Elisabeth.

She drew him from her mouth.

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