Page 50 of A Gamble with the Rakish Duke
Between dances, Oliver leaned in close, his lips grazing her ear. “I must admit that I rather enjoy this,” he whispered, making goosebumps rise on her sensitive skin.
“This?” She raised an eyebrow at him.
“Being here. Dancing with you. Being by your side,” he replied, his voice deeper, more intimate.
Now that they had become intimate, his words carried more weight. The hand on the small of her back no longer felt strange. It was meant to be there.
But as a J. Lewis composition played in the background, Alexandra felt her blood run cold. Nothing was quite as perfect as it seemed.
She still had her secret to keep and her father to save, even if the wastrel was not worth saving.
Alexandra lay on the bed, her chocolate-brown hair spread over the dark pillow. Oliver stood over her, his chest heaving. He was as naked as she was, his manhood hard and ready.
“Oliver, come here. Come to me,” she panted, her voice a sultry whisper that he did not recognize.
It sent shivers down his spine.
His eyes traced every curve of her body before he kneeled between her legs. He trailed his fingers over her inner thighs, smirking when she trembled under his touch.
His lips crashed against hers. As always, the kiss was desperate and hungry. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other. Tasting. Ravishing.
This time, he had other plans. He trailed kisses down her neck, softly nipping her skin as she squirmed beneath him. He held her hips as they bucked. Pride surged within him as he realized that she needed him as much as he needed her.
But he was not done yet. He licked down her chest, her nipples, her navel, and then, finally, he stopped at the juncture of her legs.
He looked up, seeking permission even as passion seemed to have overtaken him. She flushed and nodded, allowing him to slide one finger into her. The gasp that escaped her lips made him harder than he had ever been.
“Oh,” Alexandra breathed, her head lolling back and her hips moving to the rhythm of his finger.
Oliver added a second finger, stretching her gently while his thumb rubbed circles over her clit. He could tell that she was getting closer to her release as her hips bucked against his hand.
“Please,” she begged, her voice cracking with a need so intense. “Make me yours again.”
“Come here,” he growled as he lifted her over him.
His member sprang up, hard and throbbing. Alexandra watched it with wonder. She circled her fingers around it, marveling at its heat, length, and girth. Oliver helped her position herself above him, aligning his shaft with her core.
Slowly, she lowered herself onto his hard member, savoring the stretch. The feeling of being filled by her husband completely. She watched in awe as he disappeared inside her inch by inch.
Oliver moved his hands to her breasts, loving their weight in his palms. He kneaded the globes as she began to move over him.
“You feel incredible. Your heat. Your beauty,” he groaned. “The perfect fit.”
Alexandra could only moan her agreement as her movements became frantic. Oliver watched her beautiful face as she sought her release. He was exhilarated by the orchestra of heavy breathing and slapping flesh.
This was music.
Alexandra leaned down to kiss his lips. Their tongues tangled together, even as they continued to move as one. They had perfected their rhythm, his thrusts meeting hers.
“Yes, yes!” Alexandra cried out as she broke the kiss to arch her back.
He felt her body tense up and her core tighten around him, the ripples causing him to follow soon after.
Oliver held her hips as he spilled his seed deep inside her, shuddering with a grunt of triumph and pleasure. He had never felt like this with any other woman, as if his soul was bare while his body basked in the pleasure.
“You know, I didn’t think this was possible. Us. Like this,” he confessed after their breaths had evened out and she collapsed on his chest.
“Neither did I,” she admitted, her finger tracing the line of his jaw.
