Page 148 of The Duke's Daring Bride

“I love ye, Liv.”

Really, was it any wonder they tore a few buttons getting into bed? It kept the maid and valet busy, anyway.

Once there, she rolled atop him, lips curled into a smile as she brushed a kiss along his jaw. “Tonight…when we were dancing, I had the naughtiest thought.”

When Alistair reached for her, she wrapped her fingers around his wrists and moved them to his sides.

“No, I’m going to show you how much I appreciate tonight. You have done so much for me…”

As she sat upright Alistair followed, pushing himself up on his elbows with a questioning expression on his face.

Smiling, Olivia didn’t explain, but backed up enough that she could shift her attention lower, then placed a hand beside either hip to hold her weight…and lowered her mouth toward his erect cock.

“Liv,” he croaked, but she decided to ignore him.

It wasn’t the first time she’d taken him into her mouth, but it was the first time she’d done it from above, where she couldn’t look up and see his expression. Her arse was pointed toward his face, although she approached his cock at an angle.

As she encircled the thick head, mouth filled with saliva, he huffed out a breath. She felt him fall backward against the pillow and imagined the way his expression would screw with tortured ecstasy.

The scent of him never failed to arouse her. Her knees were planted on the mattress but she squeezed her thighs together as she lowered her head, engulfing as much of his cock as she could. Unable to play with his ballocks the way she knew he liked, she instead concentrated on using her tongue.

The Harlot’s Guide, page twelve.

When he groaned, she grinned around him.

“Liv,” Alistair rasped again, moments before his hand clamped around her ankle. She sucked in a gasp at the way his fingers danced up her naked calf until he reached her knee, and almost forgot what she was doing.

Then he squeezed her arse, and a flood of liquid heat reminded her. She bobbed her head over his hips, her pattern well established. She’d reach the end of his cock—carefully not releasing it, because this was done entirely without her hands—and hold it between her lips as her tongue circled it once, twice, reveling in the taste of him. Then she’d open her jaw and lower her lips, taking in as much as she could, dragging her lips and tongue across him…before slowly pulling upright once more.

He startled her by pulling her hips toward him. She shifted, attempting to find a new balance, and he used the movement to lift the knee closest to him, moving it over his torso.

Olivia paused, lifting her head, allowing his cock to fall from her mouth as she peered over her shoulder at him.

She was spread across him, exposed, and could feel the dew of her desire pooling between her legs, threatening to drip atop his chest. But over the curve of her own arse, she could see him grinning.

“Just…got jealous,” he croaked. Then he smacked one of her cheeks lightly. “Continue, wife.”

Oh.

Well, far be it from her to disobey an order. Grinning, she turned back to his impatient cock. As she took it between her lips once more, she felt him grabbing her arse—no, the spot where her thighs became her arse. As if he was anchoring her.

His thumbs spread her lower lips, and she shuddered as she continued her ministrations.

But when his breath frosted across her wet, sensitive skin, she froze… Then squealed and jerked as his tongue dragged across her core.

“Alistair!” she gasped, his cock forgotten for the moment.

When he shushed her, the sensation was intriguingly unique.

He’d tongued her cunny before, of course, but this…this angle was different, unique. How was she supposed to concentrate…?

His fingers dug into her skin, holding her in place when she wanted to buck against him. Instead, she bent her knees lower, sinking closer to his face as she closed her lips around his cock once more.

It was difficult to concentrate with his mouth teasing her the way it was, but if anything, the sensation encouraged her enthusiasm until she was taking him deeper and farther. Alistair released one side of her arse so he could stroke her with that hand, his tongue and lips playing with her core and arse, while his thumb and forefinger teased the nub of her pleasure until she was half-crazed with need.

Apparently her response triggered his own, for she could feel his ballocks contracting as they did as he grew close. She wanted to taste his seed, to catch it in the back of her throat…

But her husband had other ideas.

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