Page 49 of A Spinster for the Rakish Duke
Donovan's smile widened. “Soon, if you are willing, but I have one more thing to show you,” he told her and offered his hand again for her to take.
The Duke of Lowe led the Duchess to the small pier that sat along the western side of the house, jutting into Bassenthwaite Lake. It was beautifully crafted and painted to match the house, along with a bench affixed into it so the couple could watch the sunset over the water each night.
That, though lovely, wasn’t the most wonderful thing about the pier. The most wonderful thing was the affixed brass telescope that was mounted at the end. “Here, above the water, the cloud cover should lessen, and you have a perfect view of the whole range of mountains and hills, Skiddaw chief amongst them. “
“You’ve thought about absolutely everything, haven’t you?” she asked Donovan, voice filled with wonder.
“I tried my hardest to make sure I did,” Donovan admitted proudly.
“It is going to make it difficult to give you gifts in return, when the standard of comparison is so high, my love,” Emma tutted.
“But this is already a return gift to match the greatness of the one you gave me,” Donovan scoffed at her.
“What are you talking about? What gift?” she laughed.
“I told you, this was a wedding present,” Donovan explained. “It is in exchange for marrying me.”
“Your Grace, Duke Lowe, why are you trying to butter me up? I already married you; what more could you want of me?” she asked coyly.
“If you would like to return to our new little house, I can show you in the bedroom,” Donovan assured her.
“Oh, my heaven, Donovan, don’t stop!” Emma’s new favorite thing about this house, she decided as she lay flat on her back, naked in the wide downy bed, was the fact that she could be as loud as she wanted. This was the first time this big soft bed had ever been used, and although it wasn’t being used for sleeping, Emma still relished how comfortable it was, despite her mind being on other things. Donovan fulfilling his promise to use his mouth on her someplace more comfortable than a carriage was certainly more than just distracting.
Her hands ran through his lush head of hair and encouraged him to continue. She wasn’t in love with Donovan because he spoiled her or treated her like she was heaven-sent, nor did she love him because he was able to turn her body and mind soft and malleable with the pleasure that he gave her. Neither of these facts had ever hurt her opinion of Donovan though.
Emma gripped her husband's hair firmly, fixing it tightly between her knuckles as she came over the top of the apex of pleasure that Donovan was good at pulling her to. It always came fast and hard and shoved her over the edge, so that she felt like she was free falling, then the rush would leave her feeling warm and sleepy by the time it ebbed away. This time was no different.
Emma curled up against her husband in the big soft bed, contently pushing herself under his arm and kissing his chest. “My dearest Donovan, you continue to outdo yourself. I hope you are keeping some surprises for other occasions, or I’m not sure what I’ll do the first time you fail to impress me. I simply won’t be expecting it,” she admitted with a relaxed chuckle.
“Well, then, I guess I’ll have to make sure to keep impressing you,” Donovan told her confidently. “I haven’t done anything very different, to begin with, so I have a feeling I should be able to keep this pace up for at least a month or two.”
“Whatever will you do then?” Emma asked, playfully running her fingers along his chest, casually dipping lower each time she went. He was impressively large at the moment, excited from his attendance of her, and Emma had no intention of letting such a fine example of readiness go to waste.
“I am not an old enough dog that I can’t learn a new trick or two,” Donovan told her with a wink that made her laugh and lightly slap his chest. Then, without warning, she climbed on top of him, pinning his engorged member between herself and his stomach, lightly moving back and forth while kissing her husband's lips.
“If they are tricks, then I definitely want to see them all,” she told him, smiling but with a look in her eyes that said she was definitely eager to back the statement up with action to match.
“You may be still learning, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have a thing or two you could show me.” Donovan said, his voice confident but a bit subverted by the pleasure he was receiving. It was so much harder to tease when your mind was being drawn to other things.
“Is that so? Is there something, in particular, you’d like me to show you, Donovan?” Emma asked while still gliding back and forth on his stiff member, letting herself get more and more worked up while she could feel the same thing happening to her husband.
“Are you going to make me beg?” Donovan asked her.
“Maybe? Would it be so difficult to tell your wife what she wants to hear? Is that so taxing that a Duchess must make her husband beg?” Emma taunted while continuing to rub against him.
“What if the roles were reversed?” Donovan said with a small smile. “Would you want me to make you ask for it? Or would you just want me to do it?”
Emma continued to rock back and forth, speculating at the answer. She supposed she would want both, but the answer was less important at the moment that she moved to allow her husband inside her. Her rocking became more of a bouncing motion as she had to adjust for him and the new movement.
“Oh, Emma,” he moaned.
Again, the change in position changed the sensations into something new. This time Emma discovered that the same was true for her husband as well as herself. His reaction, while she sat on top of him, was different. He was clearly more concentrated on other things, less on his own movements and more on the pleasures he was feeling.
Later, Emma might consider what sort of positions she enjoyed more, but for the moment she was enjoying exploring her body and the body of her husband.
Despite Emma being the one doing more of the movement this time, Donovan couldn’t help but take charge of the pace. Gripping her hips with his strong hands, he moved her up and down on top of him. Emma loved that he would move her like that. She loved the feeling of his strength being able to move her. Emma didn’t want to be controlled per se, but his presence and reassurance were as comforting in bed as they were out of it.
“Emma, I may not last much longer,” he informed her. This was exciting; normally she would be the one who would tumble over the edge first, but this time, in this position, she had been able to bring him to his climactic point. Emma was proud of herself in a strange sort of way that she was able to provide that for him.
