Page 69 of The Duke's Indecent Match
Hands cupped her breasts, and she gasped again, shuddering as the sensations went through her.Her nipples ached, and she whimpered into the darkness, clutching at Hereford’s bare shoulders, shifting underneath him.There was a needy pulse between her legs, a growing ache that begged for more, even though she did not know what she wanted more of.
“Please,” she begged.
“Hush.”
The word was quiet but firm.
One of his hands lifted, covering her mouth as his head lowered to her breasts.
Kalina cried out against his fingers as his mouth closed around her nipple, the wet heat sending a shot of pure pleasure from the little bud straight to her womanhood.He sucked, hard, and the throbbing ache inside her responded, but her moans were muffled against his hand.His other hand kneaded the opposite breast, fingers plucking that nipple, teasing and tugging, while his tongue laved over its twin.
She writhed, fingers digging into his shoulders as he used his mouth and hand to stoke the fires of her desire.In this arena, she was a complete novice, and he was the master of her senses.
Lifting his head, he released her breast, grasping her wrists instead and pushing them up above her head.He did not speak, just wrapped her fingers around the spindles of the headboard, holding them in place.When he let go of her hands, she kept them there.
The feeling of vulnerability as she lay stretched out beneath him, her night rail pushed up above her breasts, one nipple wet and throbbing, the other tight and aching, only increased her ardor.Yet, following his unspoken command, letting him take the lead and submitting to his direction, aroused her even more.As much as she wanted to touch him, just as the silence was freeing, so was the inability to move.
She could not say anything wrong, nor could she do anything wrong.Everything was up to what he wanted.
Bending over her again, he took her other nipple in his mouth, and Kalina moaned.She did not speak or beg again, but whimpered and gasped and cried out as much as she needed under the sensual assault.Curving his fingers over her other breast, his free hand slid down along her side, over her hip, then between her legs where he was kneeling.
The feel of his fingers touching between her legs, sliding through the wet petals of her womanhood, nearly made her levitate.The wooden spindles she was holding creaked as she tightened her grip, her hips lifting.
She was slick, hot, and could feel his fingers exploring her.Stroking her.Caressing her.
One of them found her opening and pushed inside her, and the strange sensation of something invading her body made her cry out in surprised pleasure.No wonder her mother had said this was the most intimate thing a man and wife could experience together.
Kalina felt utterly undone as his finger moved, going deeper, retreating for a moment, then questing forward again.The heel of his hand pressed against the curls over her mound, rubbing gently, and sending an utter shock of pleasure through her.Her toes curled as her head thrashed back and forth.
The urge to beg was growing, but she knew he did not want her to speak.
Part of her almost did, just to feel his hand over her mouth again.
But she wanted to show him that she could follow his direction.That she could give him whatever he needed, whatever he desired.She could make up for how he’d ended up married to her.
At least, she could try.
Another long finger slid inside her, and she moaned, shuddering as she gripped the spindles harder, pulling on them as the sensations made her entire body want to curl from head to toe.It was such a strange sensation, yet entirely pleasurable, even as she felt the stretch and the invasion.She’d felt similar stirrings before, but they had never come to this point, never grown in this manner.
The pressure on her mound increased, his fingers stroking inside her as he suckled her nipple.The intense pleasure grew, coiling inside her tighter and tighter until she could not bear it anymore.
Ecstasy burst within her, the sudden release of tension starting in her core and flaring through her body in a starburst of rapture.It pulsed and throbbed against his hand and fingers.Her cry of pleasure cut through the dark, wordless and passionate.
His mouth moved away from her nipple, but she barely noticed as his hand kept moving, kept pressing, pushing her on wave after wave of sensational bliss as his tongue began to trace patterns on her stomach.Kalina could barely think straight anymore, gasping and shuddering for breath as the intensity of the sensations consumed her body.
The soft wetness of his tongue moved lower and lower.It was not until she felt his hot breath against her mound and swollen lips that she had the first suspicion of his intention.
But no… he couldn’t…
Except, it seemed, he could.
His shoulders pressed her thighs wider as his tongue laved over the sensitive flesh between her legs.Kalina shrieked in surprise, trying to close her legs around him, though she did keep her hands firmly gripping the headboard.Sliding his fingers from her body, he wrapped his arms around her legs, his hands pressing against the soft skin of her inner thighs as he pried them apart.
If she had not already been lying down, she might have fainted as he kissed her nether lips, parting them with his tongue and licking up the wetness between.It felt utterly scandalous, even compared to how he’d been touching her before.The sensations were more than she could stand, yet she had no choice.
Air wafted over her sensitive nipples, still moist from his attentions, while her body began to clench and tighten again.She thrashed her head back and forth on the pillow, gasping as the tension built even faster this time, the ministrations of his feasting tongue and lips sending her pleasure higher and higher.
The crest was heaven and hell, as she was so much more sensitive than before, the assault of sensations so much more intense.Rather than bursting inside her and spreading, they rushed through her, pummeling her like a monsoon storm.Tears had gathered in her eyes, sliding from the corners and down into her hair and her pillow, but they were not tears of pain or distress.
