Page 97 of For the Duke's Eyes Only

His eyes closed.

She moved her hand experimentally, down, and then back up, applying a light pressure with her fingers. He moved with her, his hips showing her what he wanted her hand to do.

Now then. To the sampling.

She bent her head and kissed the tip of him.

His eyes flew open. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” She kissed him again, opening her lips a little wider, licking the rim with her tongue, watching his expression the entire time. She’d heard about this act from Lady Catherine, who could be quite bawdy when plied with sherry and pressed to tell stories of her misspent youth.

Indy pressed more of her mouth around him, making sure her teeth were covered so she didn’t hurt the soft, thin skin. She didn’t want to injure him.

The muscles in his neck strained into ropes. He watched her with a possessive expression. He wrapped his fingers into her hair, his fingers rested lightly, his touch making her scalp tingle with sensation.

Her nerves were jangling with desire. Giving him pleasure aroused her more than she’d thought possible.

Maybe he’d been dreaming of her, pining for her. She’d do this so well he’d pine for her the rest of his life.

“That feels so good, Indy,” he said jerkily. “Wrap your lips tighter, I’m not going to break. But I am going to explode. Yes. Like that. Gods.Indy.”

She loved the way he said her name like an invocation. Like a prayer.

Heeding the gentle pressure of his hand on her scalp she moved down, nearly taking all of him into her throat, and then back up.

He reached for her hand, found it, wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock. He was showing her what he liked.

He shifted his body and his fingers moved between her legs. How was he even able to think about her pleasure? But his movements weren’t controlled, not like the first time when he’d skillfully manipulated her to a climax.

His fingers fumbled over her this time. He wanted to give her pleasure and that was sweet but she was in control, although... it did feel quite nice when he slid one of his fingers inside her.

She lifted her head. “That feels good.”

“I’m glad. How about this?” He fit another finger inside her. She rocked against his fingers. This is what it would feel like to have him inside her. The act of love that she longed for and feared at the same time. She feared it because she knew that with Raven it would be different. It would be devastatingly good.

She resumed her work, taking him back into her mouth and sliding her lips around his length.

His belly tensed. “Indy,” he said.

She stilled. Lifted her head.

His shaft popped out of her mouth, quivering in the air.

“I’ll die if I can’t taste you as well,” he said hoarsely. “Slide around my body, place your limbs over my chest.”

“I don’t understand.”

He showed her what he wanted, lifting her body and turning her bum toward him, settling her thighs down around his neck. He used his tongue to open her sex. She squirmed and turned her head toward him. “Oh. I see. I’m to... pleasure you at the same time you are tasting me.”

She’d never dreamt of anything like this. It was depraved, dirty, and... delicious.

There was a moment of shame and embarrassment, to think that her legs were spread wide over his face and her breasts brushing against his thighs. But then she forgot all about the shame because it was so delicious when he stroked her with his tongue, his large hands gripping her thighs and holding her in place.

She took him back into her mouth, her movements less controlled now because it was far more difficult to concentrate when his tongue was doing such wicked things.

Pleasure built so quickly that she knew she must hurry. She redoubled her efforts, taking more of him into her throat.

He swept his tongue across her most sensitive place and she trembled, her intimate muscles contracting. So close now.

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