Page 54 of Good Duke Gone Hard

“Until any time past now.” He smiled, knowingly. “We must finish what we started in here years ago.”

“Finish the right way, you mean?”

“Yes, finish both ways. Agreed.”

JONATHAN GRABBED HER WAIST and lifted her into the air where she instinctively pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his core.

“You are the very air that I breathe, Maggie.” He whispered under her jaw as he licked down toward her breasts.

Her breaths grew shorter and heavier, and she threw her head back, giving him more access. Doing so pulled their weight in the direction of the bed, so Jonathan took the hint and carried her there where he gently tossed her down.

He pulled his shirt off and undid his breeches, his arousal flinging toward Margaret. She could feel an ache building between her legs. Yearning. Craving release.

“My darling, you are beautiful. Let me see all of you.” He reached toward her and slowly pulled her nightgown up over her head. With each inch he pulled off, he closed more and more distance between them until he was straddling her.

Throwing the nightgown onto the floor, he used his now free hands to caress her body. Explore every curve and tease her in every place possible.

He leaned in to kiss her and their tongues clashed fervently as he lapped up her intoxicating flavor. Slowly he reached down and massaged her thighs. Then he slid two fingers between her folds and into her cunny. He caught her moans in his mouth and found a rhythm to tease her.

Soon his fingers were drenched in her wetness, but he pressed on.

“Johnny, please.”

He pushed in and pulled out again.

“Johnny, please. I need you.”

His only response was more teasing. And then he added his thumb to gently massage her holy nub.

“Oh, God. Johnny. I need…you…now.” She was on the verge, so he kept on pressing her until she exploded. He felt a small gush around his fingers and her core clenching him.

She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. In all her pleasure and glory. “You need me again, you say?”

He whispered huskily into her ear as he withdrew his fingers and she moaned. “Let me give you what you need. Again.”

He gently nudged his arousal against her soaked opening.

“Oh Johnny, please.”

He pushed himself an inch inside. When he stopped she let out a long moan, so he pushed in another inch.

“Johnny, now, I need you. Again. Now.”

He pushed all the way in, to the hilt and let out a groan. “Maggie, you’re so wet, my darling.”

Holding nothing back, he thrust into her. They moaned together, her pleading for more, him promising to give it.

He thrust in again, harder, moving her up the bed. And again. And again. He was a man unleashed, fully himself, fully embraced by the woman he loved. He thrust again. And then when he heard her cry out and clench around him, he thrust one more time until he released the energy of life into her.

“God, I love you Johnny.”

“I love you too, Maggie.”

He lowered himself down onto her, still entrenched in her. This was love. This was remembering everything from the past and looking hopeful to the future. Him and her.

He kissed her cheek and rolled over to the side, unsheathing himself from her.

“You had better go–” Margaret started to say.

---