Page 17 of The Duke and the Widow
“Because if you wish to come inside me, you must insert yourself somewhere else,” she said, beautiful mischief written all over her features.
His cock twitched, and he wasn’t certain he could possibly be any harder.
She reached for a jar he had long forgotten that she’d sat on the cushion beside them, opened it, and held it up to him. “Coat your fingers.”
Willing to do whatever she directed, he did so and realized it was oil. His heart beat faster when he realized what she intended and shifted his hand beneath her. He slowly rubbed the oil around the tight opening of her arse. “Stick your finger inside,” she panted.
Needing no further invitation, he slid his index finger inside slowly, his eyelids heavy from the sensation of the tight hole around his finger. James added a second finger, coating the inside of her with the oil. She moved herself against his fingers, releasing the most enticing low stream of moans.
Before he knew what was happening, she must have dipped her own fingers in the oil, because she began coating his entire length with it. The sensation of her oiled hand moving up and down his shaft would have made him spend if she did so for very long.
She tugged at his arm to withdraw his fingers and then hovered herself over him, using her hand to guide the tip of his cock where she wanted him to be. Lowering herself slowly, she took more of him into her arse, and each movement was more exquisite than the last. When she fully seated herself with his entire length inside of her, he let his head fall over the back of the settee.
The siren moved, and he raised his head again to watch her. She slipped her hand to her nub while she moved herself on his cock. “Let me,” he whispered, replacing her fingers with his. She panted and moaned while she rode him with her arse.
Her eyes drifted close, and he released a low growl. “Look at me,” he ground out. “Don’t take your eyes off mine.”
Rosina’s eyes blinked open, and she did as he said. He slipped two fingers into her cunt and used his thumb to tease the sensitive pearl, and her breath became even more ragged while she moved against him. “James,” she moaned.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Come on my fingers, and then I’m going to take you from behind.” He knew enough from his friends’ bar room talk to know that there were many positions. The closer she drew to her climax, something came unhinged in him. He needed to possess her. To ensure there was no possible way she would think of another.
Her cunt clenched around his fingers, and she didn’t remove her eyes from his when she shook and moaned his name over and over a few times. If he didn’t know better, he might have thought that a part of his soul had become intertwined with hers from the intensity of the moment.
Taking her with him, he stood, withdrawing himself from inside her before he carried her to the bed, positioning her on her stomach. She hadn’t yet caught her breath and lay flat on the coverlet. Crawling onto the bed, he hovered over her backside, placing a few kisses along her shoulder, then sucking her neck. Her skin was salty from her exertions, and he sucked her neck harder, not caring if he left a mark. He wanted to mark her. Some symbol to remind them both that he had been the one to do so.
She whimpered and panted. He allowed his cock to rest on her arse cheeks as he continued sucking and licking along her neck until he reached her ear. Her moans served as his indication that she liked what he was doing, given he still wasn’t overly confident in his abilities. His primal instincts had long taken over and he just needed to touch and taste all of her most tempting places.
“Do you want me inside you?” he whispered into her ear.
She nodded, causing him to smile against her ear.
“You must tell me what to do, my beautiful tutor,” he said, licking the soft, tender place just behind her ear.
When she moaned, he grinned again. He was a good student, indeed.
“James.” She sighed. His cock stiffened even more at the use of his name.
“Yes?” He ran one of his hands slowly down her side, grazing his fingers over her soft skin until he reached her hip. Wedging his hand between her core and the bed, he used his fingers to tease her slit. “You didn’t answer me.”
“I want you,” she finally said between pants and moans.
That was the response he hoped for. James shifted back on his knees between her legs. She shifted so her knees were beneath her, elevating her bottom to give him better access. He massaged the exposed area of her thighs that her stockings didn’t cover, then spread her rounded cheeks apart and with painful slowness slid his cock back inside of the tight hole of her arse.
Enjoying the control of the position they were in, he knew he wouldn’t last long after the first thrust. He gripped her hip with one hand and slid the other around her front to rub her pearl while he moved inside of her again.
“James,” she moaned again. “That feels so good.”
Part of him longed to puff his chest out with pride at her words, given his lack of experience, but instead, he thrust harder and faster inside of her. Increasing the speed with his hand, she bucked when she came again, moaning his name several times. He wasn’t certain he would ever get enough of hearing her do so—and knowing he had been the one to make her react thus.
He turned feral, gripping her hips with both hands. He fucked her hard and fast for several thrusts before he pushed himself all the way to the hilt. Releasing deep inside of her, he filled her with every shot of his seed. In a territorial urge, he leaned over her and lightly bit into her neck, then smoothed the areas with his tongue.
James refused to ponder why he had such an intense reaction to her. Or why he needed her to want him so badly. He couldn’t mistake a physical attraction for something more, and he wouldn’t. He knew better and knew it wasn’t anything more than enjoying the first woman he had ever been with in that way.
Withdrawing from her carefully, he shifted his feet to the floor so that he could collect a cloth to clean her. After doing so, she turned on her side and caught his gaze. They stared at each other for a few seconds, and he thought she might ask him something, but the question in her eyes disappeared as quickly as he saw it.
His throat tightened, and he had to remove himself from her presence. He longed to crawl into the bed and hold her, something he had never done with anyone before, and the mere idea of doing so scared him.
“I must dress before your maid returns.” He began collecting his clothing and dressing himself.
