Page 45 of Good Duke Gone Hard

He must have read her eyes again, “Darling–”

She cut in, “Don’t say anything, just come do…anything.”

Jonathan grinned at her. “Yes, darling.”

With that he jumped on the bed. She winced, thinking she was about to be smooshed, but he had reflexes like a cat.

He put two fingers on her lips. “I know you said not to say anything.”

Somehow she managed to muffle out, “Stop saying somefing then.”

“I must. For your benefit,” and she knew with the intense desire in his eyes, she could trust him. “My only desire is to worship you and your body. But I fear that might be accompanied by some pain. I promise I will make this all about you.”

“Us,” she muffled out the single word.

Jonathan chuckled. “Yes, this is about us, isn’t it? In that case, let me introduce myself.”

“I believe you already have,” Margaret smirked.

“That’s enough out of you, my lady,” he leaned down and shut her mouth with the most foolproof plan.

Margaret could sense every throbbing point of her body that was in contact with Jonathan. His heat was charging into her and she could feel the ache between her legs growing. It was like nothing she had ever experienced.

Jonathan brushed her hair off her neck to taste more of her skin. He drew his hand down her leg and began to tickle the top of her thighs with small swirls, slowly inching closer and closer to her ache.

Margaret felt him touch her wetness and she moaned, sensing the approaching pleasure. Then he dipped his finger into her folds and she arched into him. She yearned for everything he could give her. “Johnny, I need you.”

“Mmm,” he soothed her then teased her more, bringing her to the brink of despair.

“Please.”

“What do you want?”

“I don’t know.”

“Where do you want it?”

“Here,” she pushed herself into him and he slid his fingers into her. She groaned as he touched her senseless. The wetness seeping between her legs begged for more release.

“I think…” She was sure he had left his sentence intentionally hanging because his grin was too broad to be coincidental.

“What do you think?” she panted.

“Yes, you’re ready for me.” He nudged his shaft against her entrance and slid into her in one smooth motion. There was no pain, only…some discomfort, then oh, glorious pleasure. Like nothing she could have ever imagined.

“Johnny!”

“Yes,” he moaned. She could see him slowly losing his grasp on reality. He had one fist clenching the sheets and the other gripping her hip. A low growl came from the back of his throat.

“I need you.”

“I needyou,” the words escaped in a grunt as he thrust in and pulled out. She was bereft until he plunged into her again.

“Oh!”

“That’s it, darling. My darling, Maggie.”

And then all sense and thought left her body for the briefest instance, as if to collect every possible ounce of sense and thought in the entire universe, only to come bounding back to her and completely saturate her.

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