Page 76 of Would I Lie to the Duke
“Wasn’t certain you were coming,” he said, his voice low and sonorous.
She closed her eyes as the heat of him penetrated every last corner of her being. “I’m here now. For tonight. And then—”
“No need to speak ofthen. Let’s havenow. Jess.” He growled her name as he brought up one of his hands to cradle her jaw. A man with such large hands shouldnot have been able to touch her with this reverence, yet he did. He tilted her face up.
She lifted onto her toes and, wrapping her hands around the back of his neck, brought her mouth to his. Their lips opened to each other. They kissed long and deep, each stroke of their tongues urging need higher. It was a kiss that felt both familiar and astonishingly new, as though she’d crossed a doorway she had walked through a thousand times, to find not an expected comfortable room, but a chamber of wonders.
Her breasts grew tight and sensitive, her nipples firming into points that brushed against the unyielding expanse of his chest. His hips pressed into hers, and she was branded by the length of his arousal as it curved along her belly. Instinctively, she rocked against him. Small flares of pleasure lit inside her.
“Been hungering for you all day,” he growled. “Wanted to carry you off into the fields and fuck you beneath the sun.”
She made a low, needful sound, because she wanted that, too. “Tell me what you want now.”
“You. In all the ways I can have you.” He reached up and threaded his fingers with hers. “Tell me what to do. Command me.”
Without relinquishing their hold on each other, she pushed against his hands, putting a small distance between them.
“You want my commands?” At his nod, she said haughtily, “Show me your cock. Take it out.”
His nostrils flared and his jaw went taut—with arousal.
He took his hands from hers, and they trembled slightly as he worked the fastenings of his breeches to free his straining erection. It was thick and full and reached upward in a luscious curve. Already a tiny bead of moisture glossed the slit.
“Here’s my cock, Jess,” he growled. “Hard and aching. What shall I do with it? Order me to fuck you.”
“Not yet. Touch it. Let me see your hand stroking yourself.” The command was outrageous and deeply arousing to speak, but saying the words was nothing compared to watching him wrap his fingers around his shaft and pump. “Look at me while you do it.”
His gaze flew to hers, infinitely dark. Watching his face contort with pleasure brought slick heat between her legs and made her breasts heavy.
“What pace?” he rumbled. “I could fist my cock slowly, imagining I’m deliberately plunging deep into you. Or I could go hard and quick, pretending I’m fucking you in a frenzy.”
God, how could she keep standing when he spoke to her like this? “Slowly. I want to watch you bring yourself close to coming. But you aren’t to come, do you understand? Do not let yourself climax.”
She looked down to see how his length grew longer, and seemed to fill his hand even more.
“You will kill me,” he said hoarsely.
“You won’t die. But,” she added with a sly smile, “you’ll come close.”
“I need something from you first.” He released the hold on his cock and brought his palm up to her lips. “Lick.”
Her knees nearly buckled as she ran her tongue over his hand. There was a hint of salt and musk on his skin, the flavor so delicious she moaned. With his gaze holding hers, he fisted his cock. His strokes went smoother now that she’d provided lubrication, and the cords of his neck stood out as he stroked himself.
“Fuck,” he snarled. “I need to come.”
“Not. Yet. If you feel yourself on the verge, you must stop.”
His hand stilled, and his chest rose and fell with harsh, ragged breaths. He’d never looked more aroused, and she certainly had neverfeltmore aroused. If she was to touch herself, not only would she find herself soaking wet, but she’d climax with a single stroke.
A moment went by, and then another. His breath slowed.
“Touch yourself again,” she demanded. “Slowly. You must go slowly.”
An animal sound rose up from him. “Yes, Jess.”
He pumped into his hand, and she loved every moment of it, seeing this powerful man bend toherwill, working himself into a haze of agonizing pleasure because it was whatshedecreed.
“I’m close,” he panted after several more strokes.
