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Groans rose up behind her. “So beautiful.” His hands cupped her arse cheeks, and she gasped as they slid over her hips down between her legs, where she pulsed with need. His fingers grazed and teased and stroked as her heart beat wildly.

He slid those two fingers into her mouth. Wet fingers. “Taste your desire, Georgina.” She suckled them, devoured them. It was her, her taste on him. “I’ve done that to you. Me.” His free hand squeezed a breast possessively, his hard length pressed against her rear. “You deserve a feast, and I shall give that feast to you. Our bodies shall celebrate together.” He turned her around to face him, his lips taking hers, his kiss taking her breath away.

Her knees weakened. “Celebrate? What an idea…”

“Yes, woman. Kiss me.”

A tremor went off inside her at his command, and she kissed him, her lips parting immediately, her tongue sliding against his. This was what she always wanted, wasn’t it? She’d always been eager for sensation, eager to learn, eager to experience all that congress could be.

And now she would with Charles.

Georgina’s fingers dug into his flesh as Charles lifted her in his arms and lay her on his bed. He rid himself of the last of his clothes, and her hips twisted at the sight of such male magnificence. Laying down next to her at last, he took her hand and put it to his chest, and slid it down his taut torso. “Touch me. Touch me everywhere.”

ChapterThirty-Two

Georgina

The candlelight glimmering around them,Georgina’s fingers swept down his sleek torso, through a thin line of curls, to his manhood.

“I want you to know me,” he whispered in the shadows. “All of me.”

Her hand enclosed his hard length. Smooth and long and thick. Georgina’s heart squeezed in her chest. Her lips brushed over the hard plain of his breast, and a shudder went through him. A shudder that encouraged her, excited her. Meant the world to her.

Sitting up beside him, she pushed him back against the bed, her hands stroking his cock. She let out a soft moan as her fingers found his balls and cupped them. His body seized, and he let out a grunt. He took her hand and spit in it. “Stroke me.”

She did so, from the base of his shaft up to the wet tip and down again. “Tell me—”

“Harder. Quicker,” he bit out.

She did as he said, and he grew even firmer in her hand. She wanted nothing more than to feel his velvety smoothness between her lips, to kiss the core of him. To give him the kind of intense pleasure he had so freely given her. She would.

“I want to kiss you there. I want to give you the same pleasure you gave me.”

“Do it.”

She climbed in between his legs. Leaning over, she brushed his cock with her lips.

His hips twisted under her. “Georgie…”

Her tongue stroked his entire length, circling the thick, wet tip of him. His breath shuddered as she coaxed pleasure from him, teased him. “Tell me how, Charles. I want to learn.”

“Take me in your mouth. I want to see your mouth swallow me. Want to see my cock between your beautiful lips.”

Her hands slid over his hips to his muscled rear and gripped his flesh as she suckled his tip, and with her eyes on him, she took his cock in her mouth.

He dug his hands in her hair. “Fuck, look at you. Yes, yes….Watch your teeth, ah, yes….” Groaning, he angled his hips and slowly eased deeper into her mouth. Her eyes widened, and her lips stretched as she took in his thick length. His entire body clenched and jerked at her intent strokes.

She found a rhythm at last. The very core of her body throbbed as she took in his moans and the tightness of his jaw, his muscles contracting around her, the thickness of him between her lips. Charles let out a growl and with a hand at her chin, pulled her off his cock, and flipped her back on the bed.

She touched his chest, sleek with sweat. “Did I do something that did not please you?”

He let out a dark laugh. “Your mouth is perfection, and I am quite undone, but I must slow us both down.”

He took two of her fingers in his mouth, and she cried out as he sucked on them. Releasing them, he brought them to her cunt and guided her hand in gentle circular motions over her nub. “You told me once that you’d touched yourself before.”

“But I never found that release that you gave me, only a pleasantness.”

“There will be no mere pleasantness any longer for you, madame. Not with me.” He spread her legs open wider and raised them, her knees now bent. “Go on. I want to watch you find your release.”

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