Page 100 of The Good Girl's Guide to Rakes
“I was infatuated with you,” she admitted huskily. “My brother’s friend, a scandalous rake. Good girl that I was, how could I ever hope to attract your attention?”
Her confession undid him. “I’d no idea. How delightful to think that beneath your reserved, decorous exterior, you had wicked designs on my person. Yet you said youwereinfatuated with me. That girlish infatuation is no longer?”
“It’s matured into full-blown love,” she said, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips.
He turned to take her mouth with his. “I’d read so many poems about love, and pretended to know what it was when I wrote my own verses, but nothing could prepare me for what it truly means to love someone the way I love you.”
They kissed deeply, each kiss a vow.
His body was already aflame, but he held himself back enough to growl, “I want you so much, love. If you want to wait until our wedding night, I will.”
“No waiting,” she said huskily. “We can be careful, but I need you, Kieran. I need all of you.” She dragged her hands down his back and clutched at the cheeks of his arse.
He made a sound that was part laugh, part snarl. How he adored her passion. “You might be a bigger glutton for sensation thanme, and that’s no small feat.”
“I do love experiencing new things, but I love experiencingyoumore. And there’s something that would give me both...” She moved one of her hands from his buttocks to the front of his breeches, cradling his straining erection.
He hissed with pleasure from the eagerness of her touch. Then he rumbled when she tore at the fastenings of his breeches to reach in and wrap her fingers around his bare cock. Her skin was a little cool from the night air, but it only added to his excitement. “Oh, God.”
“There’s something I want to try,” she said throatily.
“Anything you want to do to me, I’m yours.Christ,” he said, hoarse, as she pumped him.
“I was taught many things to be a proper young lady,” she whispered, breathless. “How to embroider. How to pour tea. But not this.”
“You’re...hell...doing a marvelous...God...job.” He tipped his head back, lost to the pleasure his beloved gave him.
She lowered to kneel before him. He could only utter the coarsest of profanities as the best way to express his gratitude.
He’d never seen anything so wondrous as Celeste on her knees, angling his cock to her mouth. Her shy, excited gaze met his. He loved that they could share more new experiences together.
“I’ve only read about this,” she whispered. “How do I...?”
The prospect of telling her in explicit detail exactly what to do made his already stiff cock rigid as forged metal. “Wet your lips, my bride-to-be.”
She did, and looked up at him for more guidance.
“When you’re ready, lick the head.”
She followed his guidance, moistening her lips before she leaned closer so that her breath was warm against the crown of his cock. The first swipe of her tongue against him shot lightning through him. She was tentative to start, just little licks that were deliciously maddening, but then she asked, “There’s more, isn’t there?”
“Yes,” he grated, “take the head into your mouth.”
“Not all of it?”
She was determined to kill him. “Start slowly,” he growled, “and make yourself comfortable before moving on.”
“Always so considerate.” She gave a tiny smile before she dipped her head low and drew the crown of his cock into her hot, welcoming mouth.
“I love your passion,” he gasped. “Your courage.”
She gave a sound of pleasure, and he fisted his hands at his sides, fighting like hell to keep from thrusting into her as his body demanded. She licked and sucked him, growing bolder and more assured, until she took him in deeper. Yet she could only take half his length and made a noise of frustration.
“Easy,” he managed to say. “You can use your hand for the rest.”
“Like so?” she murmured, pumping him before lowering her head to suck him again.
“Fuck, just like that.”
