Page 125 of Her Duke's Second Chance

She interrupted her recital with a deep moan.

“Go on,” he said.

“W-which did in fiery glances seem to say, Now Coelia dies!” The last word ended in an inadvertent scream as his tongue poked at her swollen sensitive nub.

He licked and sucked, drawing the nub into his mouth and sucking at her juices. She squirmed, feeling as if her flesh was both itchy and too sensitive, but also burning and empty.

He lifted his head, and his gaze met hers. “Is that the end of the poem?” he asked before returning his attention to his work.

She moaned and gasped, “Fainting, she press’d me in her arms, and trembling lay, dissolv’d in ch-ch-charms.”

Panting loudly, her bosom heaving, Georgiana arched her hips towards his face. He responded by pinning her hips to the bed with his strong hands, but she had to move.

The sensation of his hungry mouth upon her was too titillating to keep still.

“When, with a shiv’ring voice, she cried, Must I alone, then, die?”

He chuckled, his hot breath brushing the sensitive inner folds of her canal, arousing her further. “Are you dying?”

“Hush, you want to hear the poem or not?”

His answer was to nip her inner thigh and thrust his tongue deep in her warm wetness with a satisfied groan. Her own groan joined his and she pulled at his hair.

“No, no, I languishing replied, I’ll bear thee company.”

He reached between his legs and clutched his hardened manhood. “Indeed, I shall,” he murmured hotly, then licked her mound from bottom to top. She widened her legs, whimpering and pleading.

“I feel so empty. Fill me.”

“Is that in the poem?”

“No, but this is—Melting our souls thus into one, swift joys our wishes did out-run: then launch’d in rolling seas of bliss.”

He sat up, watching her as she murmured the words then pushed his thick, long rod into her glistening abyss. Georgiana gasped with pleasure as he entered her. She could feel each hard vein rise on his shaft and rub along the sides of her canal. She spasmed involuntarily, gripping vice-like on his member as he stroked her from the inside.

“Yes, rolling seas of bliss is exactly what I intend to give you,” he whispered as he thrust into her as deeply as he could. She moaned, throwing her head back and gripping his neck.

“Is that the end of the poem?” he asked between thrusts.

She shook her head from side to side, sweat trickling down her neck, her breasts bouncing from his efforts.

“We bid the world adieu.” She reached for him, pulling him down for a kiss. “Swearing, by ev’ry charming kiss, to be forever true,” she finished, looking him in the eye as he twisted and thrust, seemingly wanting to reach every bit of her insides.

“Kiss me forever my love.” He groaned as he widened her legs and began to thrust with renewed fervor.

She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the feeling of his possession. His body was a weight that anchored her to the earth, and she clung to him, kissing his shoulders and neck, his nipple and his arm, anywhere she could reach as his body dominated hers.

She could feel the rolling sea bearing down on her to overwhelm her with its bliss.

“Oh…my…God!” She surrendered to it, letting it take her away, her body becoming rigid as she soared through the waves of her release, clinging to him with every cell of her being.

“You will truly be the death of me, my darling wife, woman of my heart. Love of my life,” he murmured as his hand raked through her hair, pulling her to him so he could kiss her passionately as he released his essence into her.

Her body contracted around him, milking him for it all, greedily wanting every drop. He shook and shuddered even as she shivered and quaked, bodies lost to repletion and completion,united in ecstasy with no concept of where one began and the other ended.

Georgiana finally collapsed, letting go of him, her arms too weak and boneless to hold on any longer. She closed her eyes, panting hard as he fell on top of her, their bodies still joined.

They lay together as their breathing calmed and the sweat dried on their bodies.

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