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.