Page 20 of Married Off by the Duke
Emma stared at the swell of Max’s cock beneath his linen drawers. The close-fitting garment delineated the heavy round base and tented at a slight angle toward his left hip bone. Muscles honed by rowing and riding rippled upward along his stomach. Above that expanse, she found defined pectorals dusted with dark hair, dotted with flat nipples. Farther up, his sharp clavicles framed a strong throat leading to a chiseled chin and sensuous lips.
She inhaled, steeling herself to meet his eyes. What if he didn’t want to be the recipient of her fumbling first attempt to pleasure a man?
Max’s gaze bore into hers. Thank goodness it was still dim in her room. She wasn’t sure she could withstand the intensity of his unfettered emotions in the full light of day.
“Go on,” he said in a rough voice.
Experimentally, she traced the shape of his cock. It was longer than her hand, and appeared far too big to fit in her mouth—never mind elsewhere. Still. She had the strange impulse to try licking it, so she unfastened the button holding his drawers closed and skimmed them down his narrow hips. He shifted to help her.
“Is this alright?” she asked, running the tip of her finger down the underside.
“More,” he ground out. “Touch me like this.”
He demonstrated, covering her hand with his large one. Her fingers couldn’t quite close around him. Max showed her how to move up and down. A single droplet beaded on the slit at the center of the rounded head. Fascinated, she scooted back and ran her tongue over it.
Max’s abdomen rippled. He covered his face with both hands and groaned.
“Should I stop?”
“God, no. Do that more.”
Ah, she was starting to understand now. He liked it when she touched him with confidence.
Apparently, he wasn’t put off by her inexperience, so Emma spent the next several minutes discovering what made his abdomen do that fascinating ripple again. He liked it when she ran firm strokes up and down his shaft. It happened again when she gently squeezed the heavy orb at his base, too. When she opened her mouth wide and took him inside that way, his stomach muscles tensed gratifyingly and Max spiked his hands into her hair with a low groan.
This was going so well, she decided it was time to take things further.
She released him, her jaw aching, and slid upward along his torso. To her astonishment, Max drew her to him and kissed her hungrily. Pleasuring him with her mouth hadn’t put him off from kissing her. She had so much to learn, and he was an unexpectedly patient instructor.
Until the moment he flipped her onto her back and kissed his way down to her breasts, palming one and sucking the other into his hot mouth. He’d done this twice before. The first time, the shock had been so intense she’d shoved him away. The second time, she’d moaned and clutched him to her, seeking more, until Max had been the one to stop, panting raggedly as he pulled on his clothing and made a hasty departure. He left her there, confused about what she’d done wrong and stewing in her own want.
Would he do the same thing this time?
No. Instead, he continued kissing his way down her stomach and draped her leg over one shoulder, leaving her exposed and breathless with anticipation.
Surely, he wouldn’t…
Max bent his head and licked her.
Emma gasped.
Correctly interpreting this as encouragement, he spread her open and kept licking her until she couldn’t hold still. Meaningless sounds bubbled out of her. Tension built within her core. So close.
“Like this, sweetheart?”
She could only nod. His chuckle tickled her sensitive thighs. He nipped her there, a startling counterpoint to the glide of his tongue through her wet folds. She yelped, then exhaled raggedly when he continued to suck her most sensitive place.
When he’d driven her to the brink, Max thrust his fingers inside her and bore down on the sensitive nub with the flat of his tongue, sending her hurtling blindly through the climax.
Slowly, Emma’s eyes fluttered open. Max was crawling up her body, his cock rampant at her hip.
“We should stop here.”
She shook her head, hair sliding along the pillowcase.
“I want to do this with you.”
His eyes darkened. She held her breath.
