Page 20 of My Dark Duke

“Pleasure you.”

Her mouth parted into a perfect “o” of surprise. Sebastian, never one to miss an opportunity, leaned over her and captured that mouth in another kiss.

Though he inwardly cautioned himself to go slowly, his excitement was difficult to resist. He felt as he had when he was a young buck, coupling for the first time. Hopefully he would manage not to spill his seed in his breeches - as he had unfortunately happened on his lovemaking debut.

His hands longed to explore, so he allowed them. He placed one under Mary’s chemise and stroked the smooth skin of her stomach, marveling at her feminine softness. From there, he traced a feathery line to her breasts, which he circled slowly, delighting in torturing her a little.

Mary bucked underneath his touch. Her nipples, Sebastian was gratified to note, were proudly erect, begging for his attention.

With practiced skill, Sebastian tore her chemise open and dropped his head to suck on the pert rosebud mounds he had revealed.

“Oh, please,” Mary whimpered, her hips pushing up against his, “I beg you.”

Sebastian leaned back and surveyed her through lustful eyes. Gone was the prim and proper lady of earlier, replaced by a flame haired vixen who wanted more. And Sebastian was not the type of man to ever refuse a woman’s wishes.

“Show me,” he growled, as he pulled her petticoats up to her waist, revealing a pair of slim legs and a neat mound of auburn curls.

“Show me,” he said again, taking her hand and guiding it down. “Show me where you want me to touch you.”

He nudged her legs open with his knees, so that all of her was on display. She gasped, shocked as she realised what he wished for her to do.

“Do you wish for me to touch you…here?” he queried, running a finger along her wetness.

“Or here?” he mused, as his finger stroked her pearl of pleasure.

“There,” she panted, her hand reaching down to join his.

Her answer was instinctive, her need now outweighing her modesty. Sebastian stifled a moan of longing, as she rubbed her finger around her clit in a circular motion, her eyes half-closed in longing.

He was, he realised, dangerously close to losing all control - and if he continued to watch her pleasure herself, he would be lost completely. His erection strained against his breeches, with agonising pleasure, and for a moment he contemplated unleashing it, just to sate his primal urges…

But as Mary watched him, with innocent trust, he realised he could not. He could not take this moment of pure pleasure away from her.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, as he watched her. “I want to taste your beauty, to feel it on my lips.”

“W-what do you mean?” she stuttered, her hand suddenly pausing.

“Allow me to demonstrate.”

Sebastian slid down, so that he was lying between Mary’s legs. He kissed the inner softness of one thigh and then the other, before lowering his mouth against the pearl of her womanhood.

She gasped aloud, her hands reaching to grasp his hair. She tugged on it, as though she wished him to stop, but when he lifted his head, she gave a mewl of protest.

Hair pulling was a confusing method of communication, of which the true meaning might be misconstrued, Sebastian thought with a smile, before he dipped his head again to taste her sweetness.

As his tongue worked against her nub, he traced the silky soft lips which guarded the entrance to the Altar of Venus - an altar which he hoped to spend a great deal of time worshiping. With great care, he stroked and coaxed her open, and slipped the tips of three fingers gently inside.

Her muscles tightened around them, but he did not push any further - he simply moved them gently in and out, as his tongue continued to lavish attention upon her nub.

“Sebastian!”

She cried his name, as though begging for surrender, but he did not listen. Instead he increased the pressure of his tongue, willing her over the edge.

At last, her whole body went taut, before she succumbed to her shuddering climax. Her body shook as waves of pleasure overcame her; the muscles of her womanhood lapping against Sebastian’s fingers.

He waited a few moments for her to return to Earth, his cheek resting against her thigh. When at last her breathing slowed, he emerged from his worship, with a feeling of satisfaction almost as great as if he taken his own release.

Almost.

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