Page 69 of A Bride for the Beastly Duke
“Now, kiss me.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ava leaned down to kiss Edward. She could feel his hardness between the folds of her buttocks, and she frowned, wondering what he meant to do. His hands cupped her bottom and squeezed, and he bounced up a little, his hardness brushing against her entrance.
“Go up on your knees,” he said, and she obeyed, watching as he took hold of his hardness. “All right, sit on me.”
Her eyes widened, and she looked at him uncertainly. He nodded encouragingly. “Slowly, just lower yourself down.”
She began to do so, slowly, feeling him against her entrance before he breached her, splitting her like a peach as he urged her to sit lower and lower onto him. Throwing back her head, she cried out, feeling as though he was so far inside of her that she could hardly move.
“Are you all right?” he asked, his piercing blue eyes staring intently at her.
She nodded jerkily. “N-now what?”
“Now… you set the pace, go as slow or as fast as you would like.”
“H-how?”
“Slowly lift up and then drop down on me again.”
She tried it once, feeling a shocking jolt of sensation run through her as she bore down on him. He put his hands on her hips, helping her to rise and drop on his member as they both moaned and groaned.
“Do you like it? Does it feel good?” he panted.
She nodded. “Y-yes. Oh, Edward!” She put her hands on his chest.
He canted his hips, moving her upward as they rolled together. Then suddenly, he was rolling over, and she was beneath him, the breath knocked out of her body. They were still surprisingly joined, and he put his hands down on either side of her and pistoned into her again and again.
She let herself go, crying out in pleasure and enthusiasm as her body was pounded. Hands fisted, Ava began to tense, her bodyarching as her ecstasy came to fruition, blowing her away with the force of its release.
Edward panted above her, his hand snaking between them, fingers working at her sensitive flesh, wringing every last drop of pleasure from her. Finally, she collapsed back down on the bed, panting desperately, face hot and red, body replete. She smiled at him, unable to find words.
Then he began to thrust again, long, slow thrusts that caused aftershocks to jolt around her body. He kept his eyes on hers, the air punched out of him with every thrust, his face flushed, and his veins bulging. “Ava,” he groaned before his back arched, and he threw his head back.
His body shook and convulsed as he emptied himself into her then he slowly lowered himself down, collapsing on top of her for a moment. Then he gasped, “The baby!” sounding alarmed and slipped off of her to lie on the bed beside her. He put his hand on her stomach, rubbing gently round and round.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
She huffed in amused laughter. “What? All right? I am…replete.”
He smiled, “Good, but that is not what I meant.”
“What did you mean?” she shuffled closer, so she could tuck her head under his chin.
“I mean… the baby. Are you… all right? Is there something that you need? Anything I should expect?”
She laughed. “You are sweet.”
He caressed her hair, pulling it back from her face. “What does that mean?”
“It means that you have done your part. There is not much more you can do.”
“Oh… well, what about looking after you?”
She smiled, squirming even closer to him and putting her hand against his beating heart. “I suppose you could rub my back when I grow bigger.”
“I can do that,” he said happily.
