Page 72 of The Good Girl's Guide to Rakes
This was so much better than anything she could have read or imagined. It was real, and he was real, and her body was real—just as her climax was real, shredding her into glowing fragments as it exploded through her.
She was certain with her orgasm that he’d stop, yet he didn’t. He continued to eat her cunt and fuck her with his fingers until she came once more, and again.
“Kieran,” she said breathlessly. “Stop.”
He did at once, looking up at her, his face glossed with her arousal. “Love?”
“Let me see more of you.” She issued her command thickly, half-drunk on pleasure.
He moved back just enough to rip off his coat. His neckcloth, waistcoat, and shirt followed, so that when he loomed over her, his torso was bare.
Her gaze moved hungrily over him. Each of his muscles were impeccably defined, from the planes of his pectorals to the taut rounds of his shoulders and the sharp ridges of his abdomen. Dark hair curled on his chest, and she couldn’t stop herselffrom threading her fingers into it and giving a tug—gentle, but hard enough that it might have a teasing sting.
With her other hand, she stroked the thick bulge of his cock as it surged against his breeches.
His head tipped back and he groaned. “Should have known. Proper Miss Celeste Kilburn is a wanton.”
“Good for her,” she murmured.
“I want to fuck you now,” Kieran rasped. “May I?”
She squeezed her eyes shut, letting the deliciously coarse words wash over her. This was what she’d sought all these years. To be fully in command over herself, her body, her desire, and to have a man willing to cede that command.
“Yes,” she said on a sigh. Then, more firmly, “Yes.”
He still knelt on the floor as he tore at the fastenings of his breeches, and she watched avidly as he freed his cock. Other than the erotic illustrations she’d secretly purchased, she’d never seen an erect penis before, and the sight of his fist wrapped around his upright shaft—and the bead of moisture at his slit—made her whimper with eagerness and a touch of uncertainty.
“It may hurt a bit at first,” he said, his deep voice anchoring her. “I’ll do my best so that the pain doesn’t last.”
“I trust you, Kieran,” she said as she looked into his eyes.
He gave a deep rumble and then positioned himself between her open legs. The crown of his cock met her entrance, and she and Kieran panted heavily as he paused there. Was this what it felt like in the moments before the world utterly changed? Shewas a little afraid, but she desired that transformation more than anything she’d ever wanted.
“Hold tight to me,” he said hoarsely.
She gripped his shoulders as her legs wrapped around his waist, her body slick and shaking.
“Kiss me,” he demanded.
Bowing up, she brought her mouth to his. At the same time, his hips thrust forward and he buried his cock in her.
She couldn’t stop the little yelp of pain that leapt from her lips. But when he moved to pull away, she held him tightly.
“Stay,” she whispered. “Stay. Only—I need a moment.”
“Is it too painful, love? I’ve never...” He huffed out. “I’ve never been with a virgin before. I’d destroy myself if I didn’t make it good for you.”
“It is, Kieran. You are.” She blinked away the sudden appearance of tears. But his candid admission touched her, as did his desire to please. “I think... I’m ready to keep going.”
“Like so?” As he spoke, he drew his hips back, and then slowly thrust forward once more.
Ecstasy pierced her. “Like so.”
“And this? And this?” Each question was punctuated by another stroke of his cock, and every time more and more pleasure streaked through her.
“Yes,” she moaned.
His pace increased, and she watched how his whole body went tight, his face contorting with bliss. She loved watching his devotion to pleasure, how his jaw slackened as he panted, his eyes mere slits fringed with dark lashes.
