Page 85 of The Duchess' Replacement

“I thought I told you before, I’m here to take care of you. Now relax and let me do my job.” His words came out in between little tugs and swirls of his tongue.

Her hips began to move in the rhythm of pleasure against his mouth.

“There’s my girl.” He whispered against her. “Let your body go. I want you ready for me.”

“Charles.” She panted. “Charles.” His name was the only conscious thought she had. It was her lifeline carrying her through the waves of euphoria her body was traveling on.

“Yes, Charles, more!”

His tongue began to move back and forth faster over her center. Her hips were rising and falling against him. She was almost there.

She reached down between her legs and positioned his head just so, and she felt the tension sky rocket within her. With one final flick he sent her over her edge with a scream of his name.

Her legs flopped to either side of him as he sat on his haunches and looked at his work.

“You look quite proud of yourself.” Even her voice sounded weak and spent.

Charles beamed. “I am. But I’m just getting started. Now for the really fun part.”

Sarah’s body tensed for a moment when she realized what was about to happen. But as soon as her eyes landed on his, her body relaxed.

She knew it would hurt, was told it would, but there was something about Charles that made her believe that no matter what, he truly meant it when he said he would take care of her.

He positioned himself in between her legs as he balanced on his forearms on either side of her head.

“Eyes on me, darling.” He demanded.

Her eyes locked in on his as he plunged into her.

She yelped and grabbed a hold of him.

“Relax, love. That was the hardest part.”

His arms began to shake around her.

“You can lay on top of me if your arms hurt.” She offered.

Charles looked confused, before he let a smile free. “I take offense to your insinuating I have weak arms. I’m shaking because I usually don’t go slow, but I have this need not to cause you too much pain.”

He looked confused at his own admission.

Sarah reached up and took his head in her hands. “I thought I told you I’m made of sturdier stuff. Don’t handle me with kid gloves, Charles. Make me yours the only way you know how.”

Charles’s eyes flashed with intensity that had Sarah second guessing her words. But as soon as his hips began to move the pain started to dissipate.

With each thrust she felt the energy begin to gather and build deep within her core.

His eyes were still focused on her as he raised himself up to a kneeling position, never once letting his thrusting stop. He placed her legs onto his shoulders as his hips pushed harder.

With this position he was hitting a spot Sarah never knew existed. She cried out, but not from pain, but in ecstasy.

“Yes, Sarah. Scream my name.”

“Charles!” His name tumbled from her lips as her hands gripped the duvet beneath them.

Sweat began to form across her brow. Her heart was racing, trying to keep up with the speed at which he was launching her towards her finale. She reached above her and placed one hand on the headboard, locking her in between it and her husband. The pushback caused both of them to moan in pleasure.

“You take me so well, darling.” He whispered between thrusts.

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