Page 74 of Courting Scandal With The Duke
He bent and kissed the rise of each breast where it rose above the sheer fabric of a chemise that left little to the imagination.
Her breasts were gorgeous. A lovely handful of ripe womanly flesh with rose pink peaks furled into tight buds.
He tested the weight of one in his hand and felt the hard little nub against his palm.
His cock, already hard, pressed unbearably against the fabric of his trousers.
He reached down and caught the hem of her chemise. Obligingly she lifted her arms in a sinuous motion, and he pulled the garment up and off over her head.
Her hair fell about her shoulders, the heavy locks falling over her breasts, hard nipples peeking between the river of chestnut strands.
Her waist was narrow, her stomach flat, with a tiny dimple hiding her belly button. Beautifully flared hips and a dark triangle of tight curls at the apex of her thighs almost brought him to his knees.
‘You are quite the loveliest—’
‘Do you always talk so much?’ she whispered, reaching out to untie his cravat.
He glanced at her face, her eyelids were heavy, her breathing rapid.
And suddenly he could wait no longer. He had to have her. Now.
He tore off his coats, pulled free his cravat. Pulled his shirt over his head.
All the while she watched him with that heavy-lidded gaze wandering down his body to his groin. Taking him in with and expression that said she might want to swallow him whole.
Naked but for shoes and hose, he picked her up and deposited her on the bed. He toed off his shoes, tore off his stockings and joined her. Kneeling by her side, he looked down at the glorious length of her, sprawled upon the pillows.
She liked to sprawl, limbs lax and open. She had done the same thing on the little barge the other night.
She knew what that did to him, for her gaze was fixed on the evidence.
He lay down beside her, and she turned towards him, arching into him, skin to skin, her breasts flattening against his chest, her head tilting up, her lips searching for his mouth.
He pressed her back and came over her.
His mind told him to slow, but his body urged him to press home into her hot depths.
With a groan he reached betweenthem, entering her body with his fingers, feeling the wet and heat, using his thumb to strum that little bud that had brought her apart so swiftly before.
She was so ready.
Little moans and cries of need filled his ears. He drove into her. So good.
He was going to—
He held still, waited for that terrible want to ease.
Once more in control, he moved gently but surely inside her. He raised up on his hands and gazed down into her face. Her eyes were closed, her face softened by desire, her lips parted on shuddering breaths.
He kissed her lips, her chin, the rise of her breast. Her nipple.
He gently drew it into his mouth and suckled.
Her hips rose. She made a high keening sound. And fell apart.
Too fast. Not yet—
All thoughts broke in a paroxysm of pleasure.
