Page 70 of A Duke for Hire

Hugo then fisted the parted fabric while his lips still grazed along her collarbone, and with ease, he tore her blouse and the thin, cotton corset beneath it from bust to hem, freeing her from its confines. She gasped as the cool evening air rushed over naked flesh, her spine arching into the freedom of it.

More,she thought, her arousal growing dizzying. She wanted more.

Seraphina slid her hand from Hugo’s hair down to his back as he clasped his mouth around her right nipple, and felt his musclesgrow rigid as her fingers came in contact with another scar. He broke away from her then, his eyes wide with a mixture of lust and triggered rage.

“Where,” she breathed, pulling her hand away as her other clutched at his arm, “Show me where to touch.”

She watched in fascination as the rage in his eyes slowly disintegrated, and instead of flinging her away like he had before, he brought her hand to his mouth, kissed her palm, and slowly pulled it between them until she cupped the straining bulge between his legs.

“Here,” he breathed, moving her hand over the fabric of his manhood. “Touch me here, like this.”

He move his hand with hers again, and want coursed through her as she felt him twitch and grow even harder beneath her palm. Hugo let out a heady groan as she did so, and with renewed fervor, captured her lips in a possessive kiss before making his way to her breasts again.

Suddenly she understood that it was he that needed to take the lead, that needed to guide them to that perfect place, and she gave in to his commands. Trembling fingers loosened the stays of his trousers as his mouth continued to light her on fire, and when she finally smoothed her hand over the bare flesh of thick, large, rigid manhood, he let out a moan so thick with need that it caused a gush of warmth to splay over her inner thighs.

Together they moved, Hugo’s mouth continuing the trail down her body as she continued to stroke him. When he reached her skirts, pulled them up roughly and nestled onto his side before his fingers firmly trailed from her inner knee to her sex.

She gasped his name and squeezed him tighter as his knuckles grazed teasingly over the taut bundle of nerves above her petals, and on her own volition, parted her thighs wider for him.

“Is that you want, Seraphina?” Hugo rasped, teasing her opening with gentle strokes of his fingers, “Is this what you wanted the other night?”

She blushed, not sure if she could actually say it aloud.

“Say it,” he rasped, his teasing growing worse, “Say it and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Yes,” she whispered needily, feeling a bead of moisture roll down the back of her fingertips as she kept her grip on him, “Yes it is what I want, Hugo.”

He smiled wickedly as he let just the tip of his middle finger slide into her.

“Be polite,” he warned, swirling his finger in slow circles at her opening.

Seraphina whimpered as she bit her bottom lip, torn between bashfulness and lust.

“Please,” she panted, feeling her entire body begin to tremble with anticipation. “Please, Hugo, I want you. Please.”

A low groan of approval escaped Hugo’s chest as she said these words, and he slid his middle finger deep inside of her. The sensation made her arch her back and roll her eyes, and for a moment, she let go of him.

“Don’t stop,” he commanded, his tone suddenly gruff as he stopped mid-thrust, “Don’t let go of me until I say so.”

Seraphina quickly returned her hand to Hugo’s manhood, squeezing her fingers tightly around him, and she began to work his cock up and down, just as he’d shown her. They both moaned then, lost in the pleasure of one another, and once more Hugo’s fingers began to work their magic.

“I can feel you tightening around me, coaxing me for more,” Hugo groaned.

“More,” Seraphina whimpered, her hand now wet with his precum, making it easier to slide it up and down his length.

“Do you want to come for me, my little lamb?” He teased, his deep voice coming in ragged breaths, “You want to soak my hand with your pleasure?”

“God yes,”she whimpered, no longer feeling bashful with her words. “And I want to feel you erupt. I want to feel your pleasure explode in my palm, Hugo,please.”

Seraphina’s name poured from Hugo’s throat in a growl as she felt him grow impossibly large in her palm, then spasm wickedly as she her fingers became coated in his release. At the same time, Hugo’s fingers drew more adamant strokes from within her, forcing a rushing tide of her juices to burst through, splashing over her thighs and soaking the blanket.

Stars burst behind Seraphina’s eyes as her release seemed to tremble and ebb through her for several long moments, making her feel light and weightless as Hugo continued to pump himself into her palm long after her release.

“You are becoming quite addicting you know,” he said through heavy breaths, the two of them still locked together.

Still dizzy with pleasure, Seraphina’s head lulled against the blanket as she tried to find her own words. Her grip on him was still tight, and she did not want to let go.

“I want you to teach me more,” she whispered, finally finding her voice.

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