Page 44 of A Bride for the Beastly Duke
He squeezed his eyes shut and prayed, “Lord, you are going to be the death of me.”
She laughed again, clearly enjoying herself, and sat up, straddling him. “All right then, I shall give you a chance to return the favor.”
He looked up at her, panting like a racehorse that had just won the race. Then he grabbed her by the hips and turned her over, so she was lying beneath him. She went easily though with a squeal of delight. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he began to bump against her gently. “You think you can drive me to the brink and then fail to give me satisfaction.” He punctuated each word with a bump. “Think again sassy wench.”
He dove down and began to lave her neck, even as he pushed her legs further up toward her shoulders. She giggled, “D-do your worst, soldier.”
He grabbed her by the shoulders. “Oh, I will.” And then, he rocked into her, splitting her like a peach while she gasped and moaned.
“You like that?” he breathed as he pushed deeper into her.
“Y-yes,” she murmured, eyes squinched shut as she held onto his shoulders for dear life.
“Yes? You like this?” he asked as he pistoned his hips, brushing against more than one sensitive area inside of her.
She cried out, head back. “Yes!” she shouted, nails digging into his neck. “More.”
“Oh, you want more. I can give you more.” He jerked his hips, thrusting into her again and again and again with no breaks. She threw her feet up in the air, arms spread-eagled as she urged him on with pleas and moans.
He got up on his hands to give himself better leverage, so he could go as deep into her as possible. Their moans synchronized into a song of desire and fire and endless panting need.
“Yes please, oh God, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” She was babbling, but he listened to every word, letting them warm him and fill him up with more passion as he endeavored to split her apart and make her truly his.
He could feel his own orgasm bearing down on him and could do nothing to slow it down or outrun it as much as he wanted this to go on forever. He gathered her into his arms, his thrusts becoming shallow and fast as he wiggled his hand between them and found that sensitive nub. He timed his thrusts to hit just as he pressed down on her swollen, dripping wet, sensitive flesh. She arched her hips upwards, meeting him with every thrust with uncontrolled abandon.
“Edward!” she cried out before her body went stiff with effort, veins sticking out on her neck and temples. Then she shuddered and shivered, her eyes fluttering before she flopped down on the bed in a boneless heap. Her flesh still held tight to his, milking him for all he was worth as he spilled inside of her, his vision whiting out with the intensity of it. He collapsed by her side, and they both lay, panting softly, their bodies gleaming in the firelight.
She shook her head in wonder. “That was….” She swallowed hard, turning her head to meet his gaze, her own adoring.
He smiled. “It wasn’t like that with Aaron?” he blurted and then blanched in mortification.
Her smile dropped, and her face fell but only for a moment. She looked into his face, her own serious and somber. “It was nothing like this with Aaron. I see now that he simply used me for his own pleasure because he certainly gave me none.”
Edward couldn’t help the vicious satisfaction that filled him which was quickly followed by guilt. In silent penance, heopened his arms, so she could snuggle into them. “I promise you,” he said softly, “I shall always give you pleasure.”
She giggled. “That’s very sweet of you,” she said.
He reached down and kissed her temple. “No, it is not. It’s manly and thoughtful but certainly not sweet.”
She giggled into his shoulder again. “Oh, of course. God forbid anyone refer to you as sweet,” she teased.
“Scandalous,” he agreed as he pulled her even closer.
Chapter Eighteen
Ava woke up in a haze of inexplicable pleasure. She couldn’t fathom for a moment where it might be coming from, but then she looked down and squeaked with surprise as she saw Edward’s dark head kissing her between her thighs.
Now that she was more alert, she realized where the sparks and jolts of pleasure she was feeling were coming from. “Ohh,” she moaned shakily, arching her back and blinking rapidly. “Oh Lord, what…?”
Her hips jerked as he pressed down on her very sensitive nub, and then he sucked it into his mouth, and all she could do was throw her head back, losing all control of her mouth. She didn’t know if she was pleading or moaning, groaning, or crying—all she was sure of was that she was drowning in pleasure. Her back arched as she stiffened before she was shaking and shuddering, her vision whiting out. She collapsed on the bed, staring up at the ceiling in shock.
“What…?”
She had thought that what happened the night before was the very zenith of sexual experience, but she realized that she was just starting out on her voyage of discovery. Edward’s head appeared above her as he looked down at her with amused concern. “Are you all right?”
She lay replete but managed to narrow her eyes at him. “YouknowI am not.”
He laughed, falling to the side, so he was lying next to her. “I take it you enjoyed that.”
