Page 71 of A Deal with her Forbidden Duke
Alexander was speechless at her offer for a moment.
He cleared his throat again. “Perhaps another night.”
“Agreed,” she said, rising to her feet. “Another night.”
He followed her with his gaze, swallowing, as she walked to the door. “Where are you going?”
She only answered by closing the door to the parlor before turning back to him.
The smile on her face was that of a dark seductress, as she walked towards him. Her delicate hands held the end of her robe she pulled it open.
Alexander’s mouth went dry, his eyes roaming over her body, full of curves that he wished to bury his hands upon.
Madeleine stopped before him, stepping between his legs. She dropped her robe.
“I thought you said?—”
“I know,” she whispered. Her legs folded either side of his own thighs. “But I wish to experience what you showed me earlier, many more times.”
She pressed her bare chest to his, and the feel of her parted legs around his felt akin to heaven. Alexander’s hands went to her plush hips.
“What shall I show you this time?” he asked her, cocking his head.
“Show me how to reach my pleasure in such a position.”
Astride his lap, Madeleine shifted herself over his hardening length. Before she could tease him and try to take control, he grasped her wrists and pinned her arms behind her back. She gasped, her body bowing with his control.
His mouth closed over her neck. “Lift your hips, wife.”
She did as he commanded.
“And then slide yourself down onto me.”
She did that, and he bit her skin, muffling a groan as her heat enveloped him once more.
“And now, I will keep hold of your hands so you cannot move them. Rock your hips—yes, exactly like that—Heavens,Madeleine.”
She was already finding a rhythm she enjoyed, her mouth parting, as she pleasured both of them in the position. He felt her tightening around his length, and his breathing grew labored quickly, knowing he would not last for long a second time, so soon.
“Keep doing that,” he moaned, his voice deep.
Madeleine’s head tipped back, her spill of blonde hair falling down her back. With one hand he held her wrists, and with the other, he grasped the lengths of hair and clenched them in his fingers, keeping his grip on her as she rocked against him.
Her gasping sounds and the quieter punctures of moans had him nearing his climax quickly.
“Alexander,” she moaned, her eyes closed.
“Keep your eyes open,” he ordered her. “Do not close them.”
They opened, those hazel-green eyes blown wide, and he leaned in to claim her mouth with his for a moment, one deep, lingering kiss, as she sped up, bringing them both to a softer yet satisfying climax.
After she cried out his name, her mouth against his beard as she tried to kiss him again despite the writhing of her climax, and he followed shortly after, she slumped against his chest.
Alexander had dallied in some trysts throughout the years but he had never lingered after being intimate with a woman. He had always fled quickly, escaping their chambers or the backroom he took them to.
With Madeleine, lingering in the glow afterwards was new, and yet he found the vulnerability of it unnerved him even as it pleased him.
He would adjust; he would grow to sit comfortably with it. For now, he put his arms around his wife and helped her to her feet.
