Page 78 of Would I Lie to the Duke
“Jess,” he rasped. “Going to come.”
Yet she remained where she was, and tightened his hand on her head.
God above, was she truly going to let him—
His climax ripped from him. Wave after wave of ecstasy slammed his body after the release he’d been denied finally broke free. His back arched and he groaned, his entire body going rigid with the forceof his orgasm. And she took it. She swallowed him, never pulling back until he gave up the last of his seed.
“My God, Jess...”
She’d completely ensnared him. He was hers, for all time.
He could not find words. They seemed so small and confining, when what he felt was beyond language.
Carefully, he eased her back enough so he could stand. His legs were unsteady, yet they held strong enough for him to gather her up in his arms and carry her to the bed. Tenderly, he laid her down, taking note of how her thighs shifted against each other, and the stiff tips of her breasts beneath the cambric she still wore.
He stroked his hands up her ankles, her calves, and then he snared the hem of her nightgown. “May I?”
She nodded, and in an instant, the garment was gone. He tossed it to the floor as she kicked off her slippers. At last she was naked, in his bed.
“You’re so goddamned beautiful,” he muttered. “So soft and curved. My hands were made to touch you. May I touch you?”
“Yes. Noel, yes.”
His hands discovered all of her, from the roundness of her belly to the indentation of her waist, to the silk of her breasts and taut nipples. And she was responsive, so responsive, writhing and moaning as he touched her. She was lovely in her pleasure—incredibly, he began to harden again, even after his devastating orgasm.
“I want to fuck you again,” he growled as he brought his lips to her stomach. “But first I want you to come on my tongue. Do you want that, too?”
“I want that.” Her words were gasps. “Want you.”
He grazed his fingers over her mound, and her thighs parted as he found her slit. “My beautiful Jess. You’re incredibly wet.”
She glossed his fingers with her desire. He stroked her, fingering the delicate folds, and when he circled her clitoris with his thumb and slipped two fingers into her passage, she bowed up with a cry.
“I can’t wait anymore.” He lowered his head and licked her. He groaned as her flavor filled him, honey and spice. She was lovely everywhere, and he loved this part of her, so he showed her with rough reverence how grateful he was to be given the honor of pleasuring her. He used all of his skill, strategic licks and sucks and even gentle nibbles. All the while, he thrust his fingers in and out. The exquisite place within her was swollen, and he curved his fingers to stroke over it. When he sucked her clitoris between his lips, she clutched his head to her—a reversal that he adored.
She cried out and went rigid, grinding herself against him as she came. He happily drowned in her. The moment her body relaxed, he flicked his tongue over her bud again, his fingers working her relentlessly. He adored the sound of her climaxing again.
By the time he’d brought her to another orgasm, his cock was as hard as if he hadn’t had release in months, not minutes.
“Noel,” she commanded hoarsely.
“You want my cock in you?”
“Now.”
He climbed fully onto the bed and lay back, tugging on her hands. “Ride me, my lady.”
Her whole body was flushed and pink and wonderfully supple as she clambered atop him. She straddled his hips, and he guided his cock to her entrance. With her gaze holding his, she sank down onto him, impaling herself. She moaned. “Oh, God.”
He gripped her hips as she held tightly to his shoulders, then she did as he’d asked. She rode him. Hard. Her hips slammed against his, and he surged up to meet her. It was rough and relentless. He watched his cock disappear into her, then dragged his gaze up to her face. She had her head thrown back, her eyes closed, her mouth open as she mewled with each stroke.
Her fingers gripped him, her body tensing as she gasped another climax.
As the last waves seemed to leave her, he moved quickly, arranging their bodies so that she was on her hands and knees as he knelt behind her. “Yes?”
“Yes,” she rasped.
He drove into her in a single thrust. She pushed back into each pump of his hips, and he was lost. Being inside her was the greatest pleasure he’d ever known, and he wanted it to last forever. It would not be long, though, before he had to spill.
