Page 44 of Desire and Discipline
The orgasm was growing from deep inside her rather than starting in her clit, and she could feel her entire body buzzing and humming from the growing rapture. The Marquess’ groans filled the air, and every gasp elicited was a delight. She loved seeing him beneath her, straining, shuddering, knowing she was the one doing that to him. She was the cause of those sounds.
Watching him, feeling him, fueled her own desire. His hands gripped her tighter, his jaw locking against a groan, and she knew he must be close.
So was she.
One of his hands shifted, moving from her bottom so his fingers were splayed against her thigh, his thumb rubbing against her clit. She cried out as her orgasm swept over her, bursting forth like a tidal wave that crashed along her senses. The waves of ecstasy pounded through her, carrying her along as he shuddered beneath her, calling her name with a shout. Her muscles clenched around him as she felt him stiffen inside her, the hot warmth of his seed spilling into her.
They moved together as one until she finally slumped over atop him. Her head tucked into the spot between his shoulder and his chin, and she could feel his damp skin beneath hers as her fingers toyed with the hair on his chest.
“That was lovely,” she said with a happy sigh.
Fingers stroked down her back, and she felt his lips press against the top of her head. She yawned. From excitement to panic to… this. The events of the evening would have exhausted her even if she had not already had a busy day before it.
“Sleep, my lady,” he said, as if he’d read her mind. He did that too often for comfort. “I will take care of everything.”
Rolling off him, Diana smiled as she pulled up the sheets over her.
One night.
But what a night.
Oliver
Getting up from the bed, Oliver could not help but smile down at Diana’s still form. She was already asleep. To him, that was an indication of a job well done.
Turning to take a cloth from beside her wash basin, something caught his eye. Oliver frowned down at the smear of blood on his cock.
What the…
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Oliver
Something poked him in the side. Hard.
“Ow.” Dammit, he’d been completely comfortable, so deep in sleep that coming up out of it felt as if he was suddenly underwater and floundering to get to the surface.
“What are you still doing here?” Diana hissed in his ear as she poked him again, making him flinch away from her. Which was not easy because he still had his arms wrapped around her.
“Sleeping.” He yawned, forcing his eyes open. Bloody hell, sleeping in her bed was the best rest he’d gotten in months… possibly years. It was warm and soft, and so was she. He tightened his grip on her as she poked him again. Despite her very hard finger, that was not going to be enough to keep him off her. Or to diminish the erection he’d awoken with.
With her pressed up against him, it was also a lot harder for her to poke him. Her furious gaze met his, only inches from his face, as she tried to pull farther away. While he was happy to let her take the lead, at the moment, he was not inclined to let her go, and he noticed she had not actually asked him to.
“You said you were going to take care of everything! You are not supposed to be here!” Her voice was becoming rather shrill. Apparently, she had not expected to find him still in her bed this morning. Interesting.
He wondered if her assumption was because she was a virgin or because she actually thought he was going to let her go after just one night. Maybe he’d ask her later when she was no longer in a snit.
“I did take care of everything. I cleaned both of us up—you slept through it—and blew out all the candles.”
“That is not taking care of everything! You were supposed to go back to your own room!” Even shriller than before, she pushed at his chest.
As nice as it was to feel her hands on him rather than her finger poking into his side, the situation was still not ideal.
“Let go of me!”
Damn. Oliver let go of her with a reluctant sigh, and she rolled away, clutching the sheet to her bosom. As if he had not seen them the night before, had not held them. Though he had not gotten the chance to put them in his mouth, that was true. There was still a long list of debaucheries he wished to commit with her.
“You did not truly expect me to go back to my room,” he countered, frowning at her. “Why would I?”
