Page 89 of An Accidental Bride for the Duke
It was meant to be a single kiss, a sort of validation of their love. But the moment their lips touched and their bodies came together, Iris knew that a single kiss would not be nearly enough.
The room caught fire as their kiss grew in intensity. Iris’ arms tightened around Philip’s neck and his own hands took her waist and held on as if for dear life. Their mouths moved as if they were trying to devour each other, fighting for supremacy, trying to prove to the other who wanted it more.
Without even realizing that she was doing it, Iris’ arms suddenly dropped from Philip’s neck and grabbed at his pants. She could feel him turn stiff as he pressed his crotch against her andher loins quivered with desire because she knew now what that meant and what she might do with it.
Philip pulled back. “What are you…”
She raised a questioning eyebrow, hands still about his pants. “Is there a problem?”
His grin was wicked. “Not even a little bit.”
They started to kiss again. Philip stepped forward and soon Iris’ body was pressed against the dresses which hung along the wardrobe. They were thick and soft and provided a perfect wall for her to lean against as she managed to undo Philip’s pants and then drop them to the floor.
His manhood sprung free; already hard, already throbbing, already reaching for her. She used both her hands, wrapping them around his girth, relishing the way his body stiffened and the groan that escaped his lips as they continued to kiss without daring to stop.
“Iris…” he somehow moaned between kisses. “You… unh…”
She used both hands to twist and jerk and stroke. Philip moved his lips down to her neck, biting and nibbling and licking every inch of skin he could reach. And as he did, as she stroked him, his hands reached down and hastily grabbed at the skirt of her dress, shifting it about her legs and then her thighs.
“I want you,” Philip moaned as he kissed over the nape of her neck, her skirt now pulled up past her thighs. “I need you.”
“What’s stopping you,” she teased him, still holding onto his manhood.
He growled and with both hands lifted her beneath the knees and pressed her body into the hanging dresses. She cried out, hands still holding his member, legs spread and wrapped around his waist as she was finally forced to let go. Her hands instead went to his shoulders, holding on and lifting herself up.
Between her thighs, Iris could feel the duke’s member pressed against her leg. He chuckled as he kissed her and moved his hips, purposefully teasing its tip around her lips without pushing himself inside of her. She closed her eyes and leaned back, exposing her neck and giving into the pleasure which came from each soft kiss.
And all the while she felt herself grow wet, her womanhood throbbing, her thighs burning, her entire being begging and ready for her husband, the man she loved, to enter her.
“Do it,” she moaned as she continued to tease her.
“Is that an order?” Philip growled as he kissed her neck.
“It is whatever you want it to be…”
He laughed. “Do you think you deserve it…” As he spoke, he thrust his hips forward gently as she felt the tip of his member press against her lips. She gasped and prepared herself, nearly weeping when he pulled away.
“I do,” she begged him. “I deserve it.”
“Why do you deserve it?” he asked her.
Her eyes snapped open, and she flashed them at him. Hands still on his shoulders. Legs still wrapped around his waist. Iris leaned back, forcing Philip to stop kissing her so he could meet her eyes. He did so. Held them. They stared into one another’s souls, breathing heavy, silence all about them as the tension built.
“Why do I deserve it?” she asked, fluttering her eyelashes. “Because I’m a good girl.”
“No,” he said back with a malevolent grin. “You’remygood girl.” That was when Philip thrust himself forward.
Iris cried out as Philip entered her. She was already so wet. So ready for it. And she opened to him like a flower does to the rising sun. Her legs wrapped his waist tighter, pulling him forward, pressing herself fully into his pelvis as his entire length filled her completely.
They took a few seconds then. Philip inside of her. Iris wrapped around him. Bodies together. Eyes locked in. The feeling thatthey were both one and the same, together and unbreakable. Man and wife.
Slowly then, Philip began to thrust his hips. He did so by keeping a hold under her knees, moving her body up and down as he thrust back and forth. Iris shut her eyes and clenched her jaw and opened herself, pulses of pleasure washing up her body and wrapping her heart, squeezing it so she could hardly breathe. She felt it everywhere. Her legs. Her chest. Her very soul.
Soon, Philip leaned in and started kissing her on the lips. She returned the kiss as their thrusts grew faster. Deeper. More urgent. His hands moved from beneath her legs to her buttocks, squeezing tight as he lifted her up and down on his manhood. Lifting her as high as he could so she could feel him sliding out of her, only to then pull her down and stretch her out and fill her once again.
Back and forth. Up and down. Back and forth. Up and down.
Their breathing grew heavier. They tried to kiss, but were both taken by the intensity of the moment. The need to pull back and focus on their movements and succumb to the pleasure that enveloped them both so that they felt it as one.
