Page 95 of Duke's Daring Bookworm
“That’s it. Take it, baby.”
His pace increased, his hand replacing my own on my clit when I could no longer focus on anything but the feel of him. My orgasm rolled through me, lighting every cell in my body, so very different from all the others. Deepersomehow, settling somewhere in the heart of me, my soul maybe.
“Fuck.” His pace picked up as he rolled me over, still deep inside me, but now riding my loose, boneless body harder, seeking his own release. He draped himself over my back, wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and buried his face in my neck, moaning as he rutted into me. His thrusts lost rhythm, and he came on a deep, guttural groan.
He only lost it like that when we did this, like he spent so long making sure I didn’t get hurt, making sure I enjoyed myself, that he lost control at the end, became desperate and mindless. I loved it.
He laughed, slightly crazed, behind me before easing himself out and tossing the condom. He wrapped me in his arms and kissed me slowly, thoroughly, claiming me with every stroke of his tongue.
“I love you,” I said when he pulled back.
“I love you so much, baby.”
We fell asleep like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, pleasure still humming through us, safe and content in our home.
Life with my Duke of Debauchery was perfect.
