Page 43 of Wedded to the Forbidden Duke
The feeling of the cool air on her skin when she was in such a state of arousal was a new and unexpected delight, a pleasant chill. It was a fine contrast to the heat of his fingers on her newly bare skin.
She reached up, now, and pulled him down into another kiss, arching up to press her bare chest against his. The feeling was like nothing she had ever felt before.
Soon enough, his fingers found their way back between her legs. She let her head fall back against the bed with pleasure as he circled her most intimate areas, pressing into her in a way that nearly had her arching up off the bed, even before he climbed down between her legs and pleasured her as he had that first night.
This time, he did not tease her quite so much. Now he had already tasted her once, it seemed he had memorized every reaction he wanted her to make. As though she were a well-loved book he had read so often that he knew exactly what pages to flip to. Within minutes, he had her writhing on the bed in pleasure.
But this time, just before she could reach that marvelous peak once more, he stopped.
Before she could complain, he started again. This time, he slipped a finger inside her, slowly. Once he was certain she had adjusted to it, he added another, using them together with his tongue over her core to make her feel unimaginable pleasure.
But once more, he did not allow her to arrive at a climax.
Again and again, he brought her right up until the edge of ecstasy, only to deny her the opportunity to tumble over. By the fifth or sixth time, she was nearly out of her mind with lust.
“You are going to drive me mad if you keep doing that,” she warned him, though she could not help but press her hips up in search of more.
He pulled his fingers out and looked up at her from between her legs, a devilish grin on his lips. She could not help but flush anew to see him looking up at her so ravenously, his eyes wild and passionate, his hands still wrapped around her thighs.
“Do you want more?” he asked, pressing another kiss to her thighs.
Cecilia managed a nod, barely able to speak coherently through her moans. “Yes. Yes, God, yes.”
He kissed her as he removed his trousers. Cecilia felt, rather than saw, the length of him against her thigh, hard and ready. She reached down, allowing him to guide the movements of her hand up and down his shaft.
“Will it hurt?” she asked. She had only a vague idea of what was to happen, for all of her reading; but, given what she felt, and the knowledge of how he used his fingers to pleasure her earlier, she had a feeling she could guess the mechanics of what was to happen next.
“Sometimes it does the first time,” he said, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. “But not if one is careful, and not if one takes his time preparing the lady.”
She blushed. “Ah. So that is what you were doing,” she said. “Preparing me.”
He chuckled. The sound reverberated through her. “If you wish, I am more than happy to continue doing that all evening,” he said. “And nothing more. We can stop at that.”
Cecilia looked at him. Felt him against her. “No,” she said quietly. “I want…more. I want all of you, Ian.”
He kissed her again. “And I all of you,” he said.
Guiding her hand once more, he lined himself up at her entrance.
When he entered her, she gasped, a dual sound of both pleasure and surprise. Though he moved slowly, gently, there was a slight stretch. That said, Ian must have been right in his preparations; while there was a stretch, there was no pain.
Having heard her gasp, Ian paused in his movements at once.
“Are you all right?” he whispered.
She nodded, kissing him desperately. “It is such a new feeling,” she whispered back. “But it does not hurt. I am unused to it, is all.”
“I shall go slowly,” he promised.
He kissed her more deeply, running his hand up and down her waist, across her breasts, playing with her and pleasuring her across the rest of her body until she pressed her hips deeper into him by instinct. When she moaned again, he smiled.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yes,” Cecilia replied, clinging to him. “Do not stop, please.”
As he increased the pace of his thrusts slightly, they became deeper, as well, hitting spots within her beyond the reach of his fingers and tongue. His skin burned against hers. His mouth was hot and inviting, his tongue dancing with hers, swallowing her moans as she gave in to this new pleasure.
He hiked her legs higher up around his hips, altering the angle slightly in a way that had her nearly keening, and she wrapped her arms and legs alike more tightly around him.
