Page 28 of Three Nights with the Beastly Duke

Arthur was quickly becoming addicted to her reactions. They were so raw, unencumbered. Not at all like the over-exaggerated moans of pleasure heard at a brothel. These were moans from a person experiencing erotic satisfaction for the first time—and falling in love with it.

Wanting more, Arthur finally let go of her hip and dipped his head between her legs to continue his exploration.

* * *

Lavinia felt herself levitate as Arthur dipped his tongue between the delicate folds of her mons. Her hips bucked upwards, her shoulders pressed heavily to the bed. She had been shy for a moment before Arthur had started removing her clothes. A man had never seen her naked before, and she had been nervous about showing herself to Arthur for the first time.

All of her insecurities fell away, however, when Arthur began to kiss and touch and tease her body the way he did. In fact, he made her tremble with so much pleasure that her clothes had felt more like an annoyance than a shield of virtuous protection, and she had been thankful when the last garment had been ripped away from her.

She’d tried, eagerly at first, to help her new husband out of his clothes as well. How badly she wanted to run her hands over the muscled expanse of his chest and arms! But every time she had tried, she had found her wrists newly pinned, and when Arthur dipped his head between her legs, she forgot about it altogether.

Her fingers twisted immediately into his dark, tousled hair as his tongue flicked over her most sensitive bud. Another low, heady moan of approval could be heard from Arthur’s throat as he licked her again, and she once more tried to buck her hips into his mouth.

“Patience, little one,” he whispered, splaying his fingers wide over her thighs. “All things come with patience.”

Lavinia wasn’t sure if it was the words Arthur was speaking or the tone in which they were spoken, but she felt another wave of pleasure pass through her as he talked to her. Before she could ask him to do it again, though, his tongue became occupied by something else, and Lavinia threw her head back as she felt a whole new type of pleasure sink in.

With each flick of his tongue, Lavinia began to feel a string in her lower belly be wound tighter and tighter, sensually pulling all of her muscles toward one another. Then, just when she thought she was finally catching her breath and gaining control over the sensations, she felt Arthur’s pointer finger slowly glide between the hot, slick folds of her passage.

“Arthur!” Lavinia gasped, her back involuntarily arching off the bed as she experienced this new sensation.

Arthur’s dark green eyes shot up at her then, capturing her gaze as he continued his meal. Lavinia felt a shiver of something darkly erotic go through her as their eyes met, and she somehow felt like they were speaking without words.

Lie back down,Arthur’s eyes seemed to command. Then, as if to prove such communication was real, he slipped another finger inside of her, the sensation so pleasurable that Lavinia let her body fall back onto the bed, and she began to writhe atop the blankets.

There was a rhythm within her body that Arthur seemed to know how to control with his tongue and fingers—one that she had had no idea existed up to this moment—and as he began playing the rhythm faster, she felt the pleasure within her build higher.

The string in her lower belly had now grown as taut as it possibly could, and it was pooling, gathering everything into a giant wave that she knew she couldn’t control once it was released.

“Wait,” she panted, unsure of what was happening to her body as it began to tremble. “I-I don’t—”

“It’s all right, little one,” Arthur moaned into her mons, increasing the speed of his fingers. “Give in to me.”

As if her body had been waiting for permission all along, Lavinia suddenly felt a pleasure she’d never felt before explode within her. Her thighs trembled, and a cry broke from her lips as the string inside of her finally broke, and the power of her first orgasm rushed over Arthur’s greedy lips.

A bestial moan left his lips as her juices rushed into his mouth, and she felt the fingertips of his free hand dig even deeper into her thighs.

* * *

Arthur felt the heavy fog around his brain begin to lift as he shakily rose to his knees and looked down at Lavinia. It was as if some primal, driving force had taken over him, and he was just now getting loose from its grips. He took a steadying look around and discovered Lavinia’s clothes scattered across the floor. He had taken them off, he was sure of it. He just couldn’t remember.

Focusing his gaze on Lavinia, he groaned. Everything about him was wound tight. His muscles, his tendons… his cock, were all drawn back as if held by taut bowstrings, just ready to be let loose. He’d been so incensed with tasting her body that he hadn’t noticed how gloriously perfect she looked naked and sprawled beneath him. And, quivering and lax from her orgasm, she looked even more delectable.

He could see the ache in her eyes, the sheen of his saliva on her lips. His eyes continued down, and he took in the deep rise and fall of her chest, the spasms in her lower belly… and the dewy moisture between her folds that beckoned him to taste her all over again. He wanted to give in. To feel his cock thrust through the hot, tight, wet folds between Lavinia’s legs and claim her as his own.

“Come, my love,” Lavinia panted, her arms weakly reaching out to him. “Lie with me.”

Arthur wanted to. In fact, his entire body felt as if it demanded it. But instead, he shuffled backward to the edge of the bed and stood up on wobbly feet. As if sensing something was wrong, Lavinia rose on her elbows, her hand reaching for the nearest blanket to cover herself.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked.

Her tone and eyes were so full of worry that Arthur had to fight his need to go and comfort her. He wanted to lie down with her, to let her explore his body the way he’d explored hers, to give in to the other deeply erotic needs he’d missed so terribly—but there was something in him that wouldn’t allow it. Something that forbade him to share that part of him with her.

“No,” he rasped, tugging his pants and shirt back on. “But I believe this is as far as we should go tonight.”

Lavinia looked a little disappointed, but she nodded her head and continued to hold a hand out to him.

“That’s all right,” she soothed, her voice gliding smoothly into his ears. “We can take our time. Perhaps we could just lie together, though? I-I had no idea thatthis—”She waved her hand over herself for emphasis. “—was what married couples do, but I did know that they sleep beside one another. Won’t you come to bed with me?”

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