Page 61 of The Virgin Duchess

With his free hand, Frederick pushed down the strap of her dress, then the other, guiding the fabric down before kissing up along the underside of her upper arm. She squeaked as the sensations tickled her nerves. Still, then Frederick did not stop, whispering his touch to the side of her breast, finding the edge of her stays and teasing along the hem.

“Oh, God.” Charlotte’s voice was a throaty whisper, and she didn’t know what to do or think.

It was utterly intoxicating, and then Frederick was unlacing the front of her stays so that he might shove them down. They rumpled beneath her bosom, all the fabric keeping her from him pulled out of the way. Charlotte’s nipples were hard, the cool air rushing across them and the desire in her makingachefor Frederick’s touch.

He freed her breasts from the blasted confines, and she chanced a glance down at herself. Charlotte’s slight, pinprick nipples beaded under Frederick’s fingertips. He rolled one between them, and she whimpered.

“The most charming little bead,” her husband murmured against her skin, circling around the needy flesh as Charlotte arched up once more, “I shall never get enough of it, of you.”

He squeezed on the fair pink skin, Charlotte’s mind scrambling as Frederick took her to those incredible heights yet again.

“Ah, Frederick.” She kept her voice down as much as she could even though she was desperate to groan loudly.

Sliding just the tip of his tongue against her nipple, Frederick smirked.

“Now, my dearest?”

Charlotte simply nodded, already so overcome by the bliss and wonder.

Frederick planted a foot down on the ground and then used his other knee to nudge her legs open. Charlotte bucked against him again, her nipple plunging into his mouth. As Frederick hummed against her skin, sucking on the tiny bud, the pressure was exhilarating, and she reached for her skirt, bunching it up with her fingers.

“Please,” she dragged out, and her fiendish husband grinned, pinching her nipple between his teeth before pulling back.

“Please? Are you so in need of me then?” Licking across her, Frederick used his other hand to pull both her breasts entirely out of her top. “Yes, quite. Look how very needy they are for me.”

Charlotte blushed, and then her untouched nipple received the same languishing attention as the first. Dipping his hand lower, Frederick helped Charlotte to lift up her dress. Her core clamped down, her mind spinning. Still, she quickly melted for him as Frederick showered her breasts with playful nibbles and hungry pulls.

“That’s so beautiful, darling.”

“Please, Frederick. I…I can’t wait another moment.”

If it was possible for Charlotte to blush harder, she did. But her husband was a wonderful creature, and she beamed as his hand ducked beneath her dress, stroking over her folds.

“I…I…” Charlotte hovered on the edge of madness already, unsure of what to say.

“What, dearest?” He swiped my finger up her slit, and she arched up into his hand. “I need to hear you say it, Charlotte. I need to hear you tell me yes.”

As she went to speak again, Frederick drove his finger inside her. Charlotte clamped down around him, gasping as it sent her nerves skittering, hardly able to process the pleasure. He stroked slowly yet deeply, brushing against each and every sensitive nerve she possessed.

“Yes, Frederick,” she whispered, “I am ready.”

“God, Charlotte.” He inserted another finger, and Charlotte surged, her walls squeezing down. “I have wanted you so.”

His touch left her for only a moment, and Charlotte knew that he had gone for the fall of his trousers, unfastening their connection to his waist so that he might free himself. Charlotte remembered the size of him, and her nervousness flared.

“I will go slowly.”

Charlotte nodded, and then her mind was lost to her once more as Frederick’s erection brushed against her seam. He took his time just as promised as he sheathed himself inside her. The stretch was immense, but she was so warmed for him that the pain she’d been taught to expect was nothing.

Pumping in and out of her in a steady rhythm, Frederick held her eyes, the connection between them this incredible thing that vibrated like a harp string. She couldn’t look away from him, even as the pleasure crested higher and higher. Charlotte’s body responded to his every move and her soul even more.

“No need to worry, Charlotte.” He brushed his thumb across her cheek as he rocked himself back and forth. “I am right here.”

Frederick dropped his head, planting a gentle kiss on her lips. She wasn’t sure how he had known that it was precisely when she needed to hear, but it was, and her spirit flourished under the care he took of her.

Even more, Charlotte realized that while she was, of course, enjoying what he was doing to her, the sensations utter perfection, she was also enamored with the fact that she was doing this with Frederick. It was him. She was attracted to him. She was falling for him, and no part of her could deny that truth.

The bliss roared, growing as Frederick claimed her virtue so thoroughly. He worked her slow and sure, rolling his hips up when he was fully seated inside her and hitting that magic spot at the top of her walls. It built and built, her eyes eventually shuddering closed.

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