Page 60 of A Duke's Scandalous Obsession
His tongue danced with hers, twirling. He tasted so deliciously masculine. She couldn’t believe that they had reached that point, to be alone together, to be unrestrained, to belong to each other. He kept kissing with both tenderness and ferocity, as the two kept substituting one moment after the other. She had no idea what to expect, and that made everything all the more titillating.
He tenderly undid the belt of her robe, allowing it to drop down to the ground, leaving her in nothing but a thin, transparentnightgown. She blushed in the darkness, but she didn’t feel uncomfortable. In fact, nothing felt more natural being with him. He gently stepped forward, forcing her to move backward.
When she felt the chaise lounge behind her, she stopped, but he gently lowered her onto it. Their lips tore apart, ending their kiss. She mourned the lack of her lips on his, trembling before his gaze. He gently used his knee to spread her legs apart. Then he went down before her, not taking his eyes off of her for a single moment. Then, his fingers started to pool her nightgown around her waist, first revealing her calves, then her thighs.
“What are you doing?” she murmured dreamily.
“Shhh,” he said with a voice that sent a million goosebumps up and down her body. “Allow me to apologize for being an oaf, for not treating you the way you deserve from the moment we met.”
“Oh…” That was all she could muster, as he pulled the last remaining part of the fabric, revealing her most intimate flesh.
Somehow, despite all logic, she was not embarrassed, nor was she nervous about being so vulnerable, so exposed. There was only a sense of righteousness about being as she was before this man, as she waited for him to do whatever he wanted with her. His fingers relinquished the fabric from their grip, gently trailing up her inner thighs, spreading her legs a little more apart.
“I have waited so long to taste you…” he murmured even more softly and she barely heard him.
Then she felt him. His tongue gently flicked over her swollen bud with tender precision. Lightning inside of her tore her vision in two. She had to close her eyes. That was the only way to control this delicious onslaught of sensations washing over her. His tongue worked slowly at first, licking, sucking, then the pressure intensified. Barely noticeable at first, but she could tell. Her entire body was awash with senses, brought to the brim so easily.
She looked down, blushing. His eyes were aimed up at her, while his mouth was hidden. How carnal the sight was. She couldn’t look away even if she wanted to. His dark hair fell over his forehead, his eyes wide in the candlelight.
He pacified the rhythm, introducing his finger into the game. She could feel him strumming her flower like a finely tuned instrument. She couldn’t resist any longer. She took a handful of his hair and gripped at him tightly, gently.
“Oh…” she moaned loudly this time, biting her lower lip as she did so.
“Do you like that?” she heard him ask, as he withdrew his tongue from her, leaving only his finger, entering her little by little, as she listened to that wet sound.
“Yes…” she managed to muster, opening her eyes and locking them with his once again.
That was when he continued with more fervor than before. His tongue slid inside of her, tasting her, owning her. His finger took over, while his tongue gently sucked on her swollen pearl. He was playing with her, tormenting her with desire. He knew exactly what he was doing to her. She couldn’t control herself any longer.
The sensation washed over her like an explosion of warmth from the very core of her body. Her entire body clenched. Her thigh pressed around him, keeping him in place. The palpitations sent her over the edge and it took her several moments to pacify, to float back down onto the earth, on the chaise lounge, where her body was still trembling. She could heart her heart beat inside her ears and she knew exactly what that was.
He pulled away, his lips glistening with her need for him. He was grinning. Before she could say anything, he leaned over to her and kissed her. There was nothing more carnal, or rawer that she had ever experienced, and it was all because of him.
Tenderly, he kissed both of her thighs, then rolled down her nightgown. He offered her his hand, pulling her up to her feet. She wobbled a little, and he wrapped his arm around her waist. She inhaled the scent of him, becoming dizzy all over again.
“Are you all right?” he asked, smiling.
“Yes, yes,” she nodded hastily. “Just… this…”
“This?” he chuckled.
“Yes, this,” she couldn’t help but join in.
“Did you like it?” he asked mischievously.
“I… loved it,” she admitted, blushing.
“Good,” he murmured, kissing her on the forehead. “Now, off to bed with you.”
To be honest, she didn’t want to end the night, not yet. She was still awash in all the sensations he had left her with. But a moment later, she yawned, pressing her hand to her lips.
“See?” he chuckled. “You need to rest, my dear.”
This time, she didn’t correct him. “All right,” she smiled back, giving him a peck on the lips. “But this… is not over yet.”
He winked at her. “I am counting on that.”
She slowly put her robe on and waltzed out of the library, heading back to her bedchamber. She doubted she would fall asleep, but he was once again right. Slumber took over the moment her cheek felt the cool side of her pillow and she didn’t stir until the very morning.
