Page 86 of A Deal with her Forbidden Duke
“I told you to be on your knees.”
Alexander’s voice had her whirling around. “I—I did not think you were serious.”
“When have I ever not been? You agreed to the arrangement, did you not?”
He stalked towards her, eyes intent. “Yes.”
“Then, Duchess.” He stopped before her. “On. Your. Knees.”
Madeleine did, following the command willingly. Her eyes peered up at her husband, her lower lip trembling as his hands fell to the fastenings of his breeches.
With one hand, he freed himself. With his other, he brushed over her full cheek.
“You are so very pretty,” he told her. “I wonder how much prettier you will be when you take me in your mouth.”
Her sharp inhale gave away her surprise. “I have not done this before.”
“That is why I will go slowly.”
“I do not need slow,” she said, finding herself unable to look away from how intense he looked.
He towered over her, his hair loose but combed through, his eyes bright with lust, and his glorious length in his hand. She found she craved to taste.
“I need you?—”
“Do not rush,” he told her, guiding his length to her lips.
She was surprised at the soft texture of the head.
“Please,” she begged. “Let me pleasure you, husband.”
She saw the way his length twitched, and her own ache between her legs built.
Gently at first, he pushed the head of his length beyond her lips, and she suckled. And then Alexander pushed further, the shaft hard and thick on her tongue, and she moaned softly. Her eyes cast upwards, meeting his that gazed down at her.
“Seeing how you spoke back to that wretched woman,” Alexander murmured, carding his fingers through her hair, careful not to mess it up too much.
“It did this to me, Madeleine. It made me need you so immediately I could not wait to get you home. It was either this, or I’d touch you under your skirts in the carriage till you screamed.”
Madeleine’s sharp intake of breath through her nose was the only way she could answer. She muffled another pleasured sound.
“You may touch yourself,” Alexander’s voice was breathier as he slid in all the way into her mouth. “I want to know if this brings you pleasure. But by the look in your eyes, it does.”
Her eyes felt heavy as she let herself be used in such ways, and heat licked through her, as thorough as a lover.
Alexander grasped the sides of her face, bracing her as he slid back out, and then in, the usual rocking he did to thrust into her heat now transferred to her mouth.
She barely had to do anything, for he guided her through it, taking what he needed, and Madeleine, in a most scandalous position on her knees, felt heavenly for her husband doing this.
His mouth hung open in pleasure, his head tipped back. He hissed whenever she gave an explorative flick of her tongue upon his length, around the tip, and she cupped the very base of him with his head to hear his muffled groan.
“You are—a fast—learner,” he choked out. “I am close already, wife.”
She ached to tell him to reach his climax but she craved to have him in her mouth instead, so she merely bobbed her head faster, bringing him closer to his finish.
And when he did, he pulled free, emptying himself onto a tissue, and she watched, wondering how her husband might have tasted.
Another time, she thought.
