Page 65 of An Accidental Bride for the Duke
“Then you will like this…” He reached down and took one of her hands and led her to the bed. At its edge, he stopped and turned around again. “I will need you to turn, if you do not mind.”
“I… what do you mean?”
“Turn around,” he instructed a second time.
She frowned but did as she was bid. She was used to the power play by now, knowing that Philip was in control and she would do well to obey him. Thus, she turned willingly.
Philip stepped into her and his hands started to unfasten the drawstrings that were keeping her gown together. As he did, he kissed down her exposed neck, soft and wet, each one sending a pulse across her skin which made her moan.
The dress became loose, and Philip helped to shimmy it down her body. It was an awkward thing, tight and cumbersome, but his hands were strong and he wrenched it down over her waist so that soon it dropped to the floor. That done, he did the same with the shift she was wearing, seeing that fall to the floor by her feet.
On instinct, she moved her hands to cover her breasts.
“No.” From behind, Philip took her arms and forced them to her side. “I want to see you.”
She swallowed. “You… you do?”
“Of course.” Holding her by the arms, he turned her once more to face him. She was completely naked, the warmth of the fire hot against her skin, but that did not stop her body from breaking into goosebumps.
Philip’s eyes flashed with hunger as he took her in. One hand moved to her waist, pulling her closer, his mouth moved to the nape of her neck. There, he started to kiss gently, moving south, further and further until his lips found her nipple.
“Oh…” she cried as his lips wrapped her right nipple and started to suck. “That is… oh…”
He moved to the left nipple and she felt it turn stiff in his mouth. Eyes closed now, she leaned back as his lips moved between them, sucking and nibbling and licking so they turned stiff and rigid and swollen.
Philip’s hands moved to her backside as he sucked her. They squeezed and pulled her body right into his. Then, with light touches, he began to stroke one hand up her back…
“Urgh…” she moaned at the way it tingled.
He chuckled. “You like that?”
“I like all of it.”
Philip pulled back so he was looking down at her. He held her eyes and devoured her naked body. A smirk flashed across his lips and he took her hands and led her back so that he was sitting on the bed and she was standing before him.
“You really are something special,” he said with admiration.
“Really?”
“Yes…” Releasing her right hand, he moved his hand to her thighs and slipped it between them. “But surely, you know that already…” His hand wedged between her thighs and began to stroke upwards.
Her breathing increased. “I… it is always nice to hear.”
Iris could feel how wet she was becoming. She could feel the heat flowing from between her thighs. On instinct, she spread her legs slightly, opening them up, allowing Philip’s hand and fingers to gently move to her womanhood.
Her eyes shot open and she caught her breath as his fingers stroked her lips. She grabbed a hold of his shoulder and clenched her jaw as those same fingers dipped inside of her. She ground her teeth and tried to keep her breathing steady as his fingers slid deeper and deeper and deeper…
“Philip!” she cried out, both hands now grabbed his shoulders. “Oh… please… that is…”
“You like this?” he purred, two fingers inside of her, curling them so that she could feel them stroking her walls.
“So much… so much…”
“Good girl,” he breathed as he continued to curl his fingers.
For a few moments, Iris was happy to let him pleasure her. He pulled her into him so his mouth again found her swollen breasts and stiff nipples. Sucking them evenly, his fingers worked over her womanhood, gently stroking to the rhythm of her breathing, having her body shaking and spasming so that even if she wanted to, she would not have been able to control it.
This was nowhere near as awkward as she had thought. If anything, it felt a little too natural. Now that they had started, that they were both fully into it, any shame or embarrassment that Iris might have felt was gone completely. What was more, she found that it was not nearly enough.
