Page 69 of Dare to Love a Duke
Desire shot its bright blaze through him. Growling, he kissed her back, devouring her with all his pent-up hunger. Her tongue stroked against his. Flames licked up his groin, and his cock was hard and demanding as it strained against the front of his breeches. He cupped his hands around her arse, fitting her against him. Even through the layers of clothing, her heat saturated his flesh. As their hips curved into each other, she moaned into his mouth and he reveled in the sound of her wild, ungovernable need.
She writhed against him, sleek and aflame. He brought one of his hands up, tracing over the curve of her hip, the dip in her waist, and higher, skimming along her torso until he cupped her breast. The weight of it in his hand was the answer to questions he hadn’t realized he had asked. Through the cotton of her gown, he caressed the tip of her breast until it formed a tight point. Gently, he pinched, and a throaty sound escaped her.
“Want you,” she said, her words taut with hunger.
“Can’t be as much as I want you.”
He felt her smile against his mouth.
“Didn’t know we were in competition.”
“We’ll make it a friendly competition,” he said between kisses. “Who can give the other more pleasure?”
He rubbed her nipple and was rewarded with her gasp.
“What does the victor get?” she asked breathlessly.
“In this contest,” he said as he trailed his lips along her neck, “everyone wins.”
She pulled back just enough to say huskily, “I take my competitions very seriously.”
“As do I.” He licked her collarbone, adoring the musk of her skin. “I will be a gentleman and let the opening salvo be yours.”
Her eyes gleamed. “Prepare yourself.” She reached for the fall of his breeches. “For days, I’ve wanted to feel your cock in my hand.”
If he hadn’t been achingly stiff before, now he was hard and burning as an iron. He released his grip on her, and growled when she made short work of the buttons. He nearly shouted when her warm fingers curled around his cock.
“I remembered that you didn’t wear drawers,” she said with a smile in her voice. And then she exhaled with appreciation as she stroked him.
He lost his ability to think. He lost everything but the feel of her pumping her hand up and down his shaft. Heat gathered low on his spine as his hips moved to meet her touch.
Tom barely noticed that her other hand was undoing the folds of his neckcloth, but he jolted with pleasure when she lightly bit the side of his bared throat.
“Fuck, yes,” he said on a groan. She was everything he needed. All that he wanted. She gave and took with fierce abandon. Though he prided himself on his stamina, when it came to her, arousal launched him toward a speedy climax. “I’m about to spend.”
She pulled back slightly but did not release his cock. “Not yet.”
His sight glazed with lust, he watched as she slid down his body. With her free hand, she undid the buttons of his waistcoat and stroked him through his lawn shirt. Little daggers of sensation pierced him wherever she touched. His breath caught when she sank onto her knees before him.
Her gaze fixed on his. He couldn’t look away to save his life. A knowing smile curved her lips as she licked around the crown of his cock.
Sparks cascaded down his spine. He thought he would explode when she lowered her head to take him into her mouth.
“Ah, love,” he growled. “That’s perfect.”
She made a little hum of acknowledgment, and it reverberated through him. He took huge, gulping breaths as she pumped him between her lips, her hand stroking the base of his cock. Her mouth was hot and wet and faultless as she sucked and licked. Faint light from outside filtered through the curtained window, allowing him to see the low back of her dress and how it exposed the muscles shifting between her shoulder blades.
He was pinioned in place by pleasure, unable to do more than watch her. One of his hands pressed against the door, and he brought the other up to lightly curve along the back of her head. She reached up and curled her fingers around his, tightening his grasp on her.
“You want me to fuck your mouth?” His voice was a deep bass, hardly human.
She nodded, never taking her lips from him or her gaze from his.
He needed no further encouragement. Holding her head in place, his hips moved faster. He watched with dazed fascination as his cock slid in and out of her mouth, his skin gleaming in the half-light. When her eyes went heavy-lidded with pleasure, he knew he was lost.
“Going to come,” he managed to gasp.
She didn’t pull away. The suction of her lips increased and she took him even deeper.
