Page 64 of A Game with the Rakish Duke
In response, she wrapped her hands around his head again, tighter this time, drawing his lips to hers and kissing him with a fierceness that surprised even herself. When they finally parted, she felt lightheaded and giddy.
“Yes,” she breathed, gazing deeply into his eyes. “Yes. I am sure.”
His eyes lit up. A fire within them as bright as the sun and just as fierce.
He didn’t say anything more. He simply tilted her to the side, his hand sweeping the cards on the table to the floor, so they scattered like dust. Her eyes widened as he picked her up andplaced her on the table, crouching above her. She looked at him quizzically. What was he going to do?
Suddenly, he bent lower, so she could just see the top of his head. His hands started snaking up her legs, over her silk stockings, so that her gown bunched up around her waist. She blushed fiercely. She was exposed before him… but she couldn’t seem to care.
And now, he was burying his face between her legs, pushing her legs wider still. Her eyes widened in shock. His mouth… it was on her sex, and now he was licking and sucking at her, sliding his tongue slowly up and down in an almost leisurely way.
Catherine gasped, her hands flailing, reaching for the sides of the table and gripping it for dear life. The most incredible sensations she had ever felt were zinging through her body, growing more intense by the second. She gasped again, her head falling back. She felt her hair loosen and fall, hanging over the edge of the table.
What is he doing to me?
A fever broke out over her flesh. She gripped the table harder as he started intensely sucking on a spot that seemed to be the epicenter of her pleasure. She groaned aloud, wriggling and thrusting her hips as the sensations grew sweeter and stronger.
Vaguely, she felt him slip a finger inside her, pushing against the wall of her belly as he sucked hard. The feel of his finger inside her was so intensely wonderful that she cried out in bewilderedjoy. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling as if she were on a ride that was growing wilder and more unpredictable by the minute, threatening to throw her over the edge.
She was climbing higher every second, the sensations gathering, pushing her towards that edge. It was primal and powerful and so thrillingly wonderful that all she could do was hang on for dear life. She felt her body straining for release, for something that she couldn’t even name yet knew she needed.
Suddenly, she gripped the table harder, thrashing and arching against him as her release washed over her, shaking her to the core. She cried out in shock as well as delirious pleasure as the sensations peaked. She really was in heaven. A heaven that she had never known existed.
He gripped her legs tighter, sucking harder as she rode that wild wave, feeling as if she were about to slip off the edge of the world itself. Was it going to last forever?
But slowly, it started to subside, inexorably, like the tide withdrawing from the shore. She felt weak and tired, as if she could sleep for a thousand years.
But he was withdrawing from her now, climbing over her body, his face an impenetrable, stricken mask of desire. She whimpered as he turned her over on the table and gathered her skirts up again, standing behind her. She yelped as she felt a light, stinging slap on her derriere. She shivered with delight.
He spread her legs wider, positioning himself behind her. She felt his full, hard manhood brush against her inner thighs before a sharp pain cut through her. Thomas groaned, gripping her hips tightly, not moving. Catherine could barely breathe. It felt amazing, now that the initial pain was gone. He had invaded her body: a deep fullness that felt so right, she almost felt like weeping.
He started to move inside her, slowly at first, almost questioningly. She responded by thrusting her hips back, eagerly wanting more. His response was instantaneous. He hitched her higher, sliding deeper—so deep that she gasped, wondering where she ended and he began.
He was thrusting harder and quicker now, slamming against her so fiercely that the table was scraping across the floor, as if it were alive. He snaked a hand around to her face, feeling her features. Slowly, she drew his thumb into her mouth, sucking on it intently.
He groaned aloud, thrusting harder, feeling under her with his other hand, finding a breast and squeezing it tightly. And now, unbelievably, Catherine could feel those wild sensations that had just abated start to rise within her again.
They were slightly different this time but just as powerful. She arched her back, bucking her hips, moaning loudly. They were moving so quickly together now, straining against one another, that she was sure the table was about to break.
“My God,” he breathed. “You are truly divine…”
Suddenly, he gripped her tighter, grinding into her. She felt him throb wildly inside her before he cried out. At the same time, the sensations within her peaked again to a slippery, shuddering climax.
Catherine cried out as well, feeling once more that she was on the brink of heaven itself. They strained together for another moment before he collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily.
They were both panting. Catherine blinked. She was slippery with sweat and realized he was as well. He stayed inside her, not moving, breathing into her ear. She had never felt as close to another human being as she did at that moment when their bodies were still connected in the aftermath of that wild lovemaking.
“That was wonderful,” he whispered, nuzzling her, biting her earlobe. “Truly, it was worth the wait.”
She laughed softly.
They disentangled themselves, collapsing onto the floor in front of the fire, side by side. Catherine felt sated and sleepy, rather like a cat. She stared at him.
“It is done,” she whispered, her heart pounding. “Your grandmother would be thrilled.”
He laughed, reaching out to caress her face gently, gazing into her eyes. Her heart fluttered. She couldn’t look away.
“You know, that is one of the things I admire the most about you,” he whispered, his eyes roaming over her face. “Your sense of humor.”
