Page 46 of Would I Lie to the Duke
“Yes, Jess.” Molten lust poured through him at his eager submission. He gathered up her skirts, the silk covering his forearms as he delved beneath them to find the stocking-clad flesh just above her knees. He went past her garters, and cursed roughly when he reached her bare thighs. “So fucking soft.”
“Noel.”
He loved the sound of his name on her lips as she gave the single syllable the weight of her desire.
With measured purpose, making himself go slowly so he could absorb each moment, he stroked up her thighs. His fingers reached the opening in her drawers.
His hand shook as he touched the silken, wet folds of her quim. She shuddered with a sound of ecstasy as he delved into her. He caressed her outer lips, then went deeper, gliding along her inner lips. He circled her opening before stroking up to her clitoris, and she rewarded him with her moan. Eagerly, reverently, he learned her intimate geography—what made her sigh, what made her cry out, what stole her breath.
He sank a finger into her passage, surrounding himself completely in her heat. She moaned his name again, but then seemed to lose how to form words when he joined his finger with another. As he thrust in and out, his thumb massaged her clitoris. Deep within her he found the swollen spot, and curved up to rub over it with each plunge.
“Yes. Yes, that’s—” She was fire against him, pushing her hips into his palm.
“That’s me,” he rumbled. “That’s me, fucking you with my hand.” He pulled out, and she gave a sob of demand that he return. But he held up his hand, making certain she could see it. “See how slick my hand is? That’s you.”
Her eyes were heavy lidded, dazed, but she did look. The color in her cheeks deepened when she saw the evidence of her desire.
He stuck his fingers in his mouth. The taste of her was spiced and musky, and he lapped her up thirstily.
“When you want me to,” he grated, “when you tellme, I’m going to lick your pussy. I’m going to devour you until you can’t stop coming.”
She dragged in a breath. “Now.”
“Another time.” He wasn’t about to reenter Trask’s parlor with the taste of her all over him. That was something he would save for himself, and for her. “Now, I’m giving youthis.” At his final word, he thrust his fingers back into her.
She keened, her head falling back. Goddamn him, but she was the most incredible thing he had ever beheld.
He fucked her steadily with his hand. She let go of his back and gripped the bench for leverage to work herself on him. His vision swam with arousal as she unashamedly chased ecstasy. He needed her to come. He needed this to go on for eternity, only him, pleasuring her.
She bit down hard on her lip as her body went taut. Yet she couldn’t quite suppress the sounds of her orgasm. He watched her face—she was in her own world now, one of release and sensation.
He wasn’t finished. Just as her quaking subsided, he redoubled his efforts, stroking in and out with reverent intensity.
“Hard like that.” Her words were almost guttural.
“Yes, Jess.” His arm burned deliciously as he gave her everything.
She came again, silently. He could feel the tremors through her body. They went on as she reached another climax. And then she went limp, barely able to support her weight on the bench.
“No more,” she mumbled.
He obeyed at once, taking his fingers from within her. He cupped her mons and she purred in response.
She leaned forward and he did the same so that their foreheads touched. Her honey scent wrapped around him as their breaths slowed.
“Thank you,” he murmured. He ran his hand down the length of her leg, then carefully lowered her skirts.
Her lips curved. “Shouldn’t I be thanking you?”
“You gave me a gift. I’ve never—” He found himself unexpectedly bashful, which seemed ridiculous after he’d said such carnal things to her, after he’dservedher—precisely why he felt tendrils of shyness. “I’m not used to serving like this, on my knees. Wanting a lover to tell me what to do. With everyone else, I’m the one in command. But having you hold the reins feels right.”
She pressed a kiss to his lips. “I hope I was sufficiently dominating.”
“I loved each second of it.” At that moment, he wanted to drop every shield, leaving himself vulnerable. She could wound him irreparably, yet with the intimacies he’d given her, he knew in the deepest part of himself that he could trust her. “But we ought to get back to the others.”
“What about you? You haven’t...” Her fingers skimmed over the aching length of his cock.
He hissed in a breath. “We’ve been gone too long. I’ll tend to myself later.”
