Page 49 of An Accidental Bride for the Duke
“I do,” she said. Still looking ahead, she clutched the bedding with both hands and braced herself.
He laughed deeply as his hands began to trace down the back of her thighs. And she gasped and bit down when she felt his lips kiss her exposed skin. A soft kiss but she felt it throughout her entire body.
“I know you do,” he purred as he kissed her again, moving down her cheeks and onto her thighs. “You have been so good for me, and nothing is more deserved.” More kisses, each one soft and wet and felt everywhere. “Such a good girl.”
She braced herself as those kisses moved closer to between her thighs. His hands gently spread them open. She pushed her weight back, exposing herself fully. The kisses inched deeper, turned wetter, his tongue licking now, his ragged breathing growing. He moved then, lying down on, his back to the floor, his head between her feet. He grasped her thighs and pulled her down to her knees.
Iris’ entire body shook. She had her eyes wide open, looking ahead, readying herself for…
“Oh!” she gasped when she felt his mouth kiss her lips. “Philip… Oh…” She moaned and spasmed as his mouth kissed her there again. “Philip… that… you… I…” She didn’t know what to say!
“My good girl,” he purred. “Try not to enjoy yourself too much.” And that was when his attentions intensified.
It was his lips that she felt at first. They were gentle and wet, sucking over her womanhood as if he was trying to draw poison from a wound. Her womanhood throbbed and her thighs quivered and the pleasure that rolled over her body was so all-encompassing that she could hardly stand it.
Next was his tongue. As he sucked, that tongue licked inside of her, tasting and devouring her in a way that suggested he couldn’t get enough. He kept his hands gripped firmly on her thighs, holding her in place as he pulled her into him so his tongue could go as deep as was possible. It took everything Iris had not to scream. She gasped instead, her hands clutching at the bedding, her eyes shutting tight and her body turning stiff.
“Philip…” she breathed heavily. “Philip… don’t stop… please, don’t stop…”
His lips then moved slightly as they found the bundle of nerves located at her womanhood. Somehow, he managed to get his mouth around it, she felt it swell and throb; each time he sucked it a pang of pleasure stabbed through her entire body so that she wanted to kicked her legs out but was unable because he was holding them steady.
It was a strange feeling to be so at the duke’s mercy and completely exposed. Bent over as she was. Looking forward and unable to see. All she could do was give in and feel him.
On instinct, one hand reached around and gripped the top of his head just in case he decided to pull back. She held his face there, a handful of hair between her fingers, eyes still shut tight as her body reacted.
Her breathing grew in intensity. A fire brewed deep in her loins. She spread her legs further apart and reared up her exposed backside, giving herself to the duke completely.
“Yes…” she moaned as the pleasure took her. “Right there… there… do not… keep going… oh!”
She felt it coming. The same as the last time. A sensation she could not describe but one that built quickly. It started where the duke’s mouth was sucking but soon spread down her thighs and over her body. It was hot. It was wild. It almost hurt but she knew that feeling to be pleasures untold.
“Philip…” she wept. “I’m… I don’t know… something is…”
Philip started to suck faster. He started to lick with more fury. He refused to release her, moving his lips to the rhythm of her breathing and how her body shook.
Greater, the sensation rose inside of her. More tempestuous. More violent. She released his head and latched back onto the bedding. She kept her eyes shut. She clenched her jaw. She waited for it, the all-consuming force that threatened to rip her apart. And then, it hit her.
“Oh! Oh… Philip! Yes! Yes! Do not stop! Never stop!” She cried, not even knowing why she did. But the pleasure that took her over spewed from her mouth because if it did not let it she worried she might explode.
It battered her. Pushing her into the bed. She could not breathe. She could not think! All she knew was that she did not want it to stop.
And when it did, slowly seeping from her body, she could still feel its touch. It tingled all over her skin and seemed to seep from her pours. She collapsed into the bed, hardly able to breathe let alone speak.
And Philip, knowing what had happened, gently finished with her. His tongue pulled back. His lips unlatched. His hands released her thighs and he stood back to his feet.
“I take it you enjoyed yourself,” he said, out of breath.
“Huh?” she said, her face buried into the bed.
He laughed. “No less than you deserved, I think. For being so good to me.”
“I am…” she panted and puffed. “So, good.”
“My good girl,” he said with a deep chuckle. “My good wife.”
Chapter Sixteen
“Iam relieved that I did not get you into trouble,” Percy said, looking as if the weight of worry had been sitting with him all evening. “Truly, I thought I might have…” He shook his head. “It is easy to find oneself on Philip’s bad side. And me especially. I have a particular knack for it.”
