Page 44 of Duke
He lets out a pained chuckle.
“What?” I ask.
“The universe is fucking with us. Or it wants us to fuck, I guess, because I just got my results from my annual physical last week.”
“We’re good?”
Curling his fingers inside me, he presses into the front wall of my pussy. “We’re real good, Blue.”
Then he’s pulling out his fingers and rolling me onto my back. Rolling on top of me as he tosses the blankets over our heads. We’re enveloped in complete and utter darkness, and I’m suddenly all sensation.
I feel the give of the mattress and the heat that moves through my skin.
I taste Duke on my lips.
I hear the sigh of the sheets and the throb of my pulse, an insistent beat that sounds between my legs too.
Duke kisses me everywhere: my neck, my mouth, my breasts. He takes his time, holding himself up on his arms as he ducks his head to suck on my nipples. He presses the flat of his tongue against the tight buds, gently lapping me up.
Meanwhile, I’m writhing beneath him. My fingers are curled into his chest, my nails biting into his skin. I bend my knees, spreading my legs so he can settle his body between them.
My hips roll, seeking. His dick catches on the crease between my hip and groin.
“Please.” I’m apparently not above begging. “I need—”
“I know what you need, sweetheart.” He gives my nipple one last hard, quick suck before reaching for my knee and pressingit into my chest. “Let’s get you spread open for me, yeah? Keep breathing.”
I realize I’m a little nervous, which just turns me on more.
“Hands on my shoulders. That’s right. Good girl.” I feel him shift, his hand brushing my stomach. “You can scratch me, bite me, whatever. Do what you need to do. But I’m not stoppin’ unless you use your words.”
I give his shoulders a squeeze. “I told you I’m good—”
“I know what you told me.” He touches the head of his dick to my clit and circles it, making me yelp. Then he notches himself at my entrance. “Now I’m telling you that you’re gonna take every inch of me. Every fuckin’ inch, you hear?”
I am so frustrated—sohungry for him—that for a second, I almost start to cry.
“Give me everything,” I pant. “If you skimp out on me—”
My breath catches when he pushes inside me. Just the literal and proverbial tip. But the pressure is already enormous. “I ain’t skimpin’, sweetheart.”
He pushes a little farther. At the same time, he lowers his body onto mine, pinning me to the mattress.
It’s hard to breathe.
Iloveit.
He touches his forehead to mine and kisses me, his tongue finding mine. He pushes another inch inside me. Another.
All the while, he kisses me and kisses me andkissesme.
The feeling of fullness between my legs makes my eyes prick. It’s not comfortable, but it’s certainly not painful. Not in the physical sense anyway. Being filled by him, covered by him, feels weirdly…emotional, and I’m not sure why.
“Relax,” he murmurs, and next thing I know, he’s rolling his thumb over my clit. Over and over. Again and again.
I whimper when my pussy contracts around his girth. It hurts.
It’s wonderful.
