Page 85 of The Good Duke
She gave a juddering nod. “St-still, I m-must v—”
He teased her nub with his fingers, and a hiss exploded from between her clenched lips.
“Better?” he whispered, flicking his tongue over her previously neglected nipple.
“O-Oh,yessss,” her affirmation climbed to an exclamation as he sucked hard on that sensitive tip.
He stilled in his ministrations, and she cried out.
“I do worry,” he began.
“W-Worry?” she panted, her eyes glazed with desire and hinting at despair were he to stop.
Pure, unbridled lust. That was all this was between them. Once they finally had one another, the tension that had simmered at the surface since their reunion would be no more. If he didn’t know pleasure from her, then he’d never be sated. He’d always carry this hungering for her.
“It is just,” Simon said, “if you are to assessmyembrace—”
“It is only fair for you to assessmyskills?” Persephone anticipated with all the sultriness of a woman who knew something of lovemaking.
And he couldn’t be more thankful for whatever skills she’d acquired in their years apart. The fact she was no longer an innocent made all of this…simpler.
He nodded.
Persephone sighed. “I fear you are correct.”
With that, further affirming she’d become a woman in every way, Persephone reached between them and released Simon from his trousers.
His cock sprung free, impossibly hard and painfully throbbing, and that ache only further intensified as she wrapped her long fingers skillfully about him.
“Christ,” he hissed and lifted into her touch.
“No. Still, just I, Persephone,” she teased.
Oh, the minx.
She was relishing this.
Determined to give as much as take, he pressed a palm against her wet, hot cunny.
And then, in tandem, they began to stroke one another, until words failed and only noisy breaths, undistinguishable mutterings, left their lips. The slick sounds of their caresses filled the office.
The pressure and pleasure built. His shaft twitched. He’d never wanted to come so badly.
Simon clenched his jaw.
I’ll be damned if I spill myself like some untried youth before she reaches her climax.
He added another finger to her slippery center.
Persephone panted.
Simon increased the speed and intensity with which he stroked her.
“Please,” she begged. With a perfect grip, she tugged his cock at just the right rhythm.
“Come for me, love,” he ordered harshly.
And for the first time in their lives, she heeded his command.
