Page 4 of The One With the Duke's Curvy Bride

If he thought he had been hard before, he was a beam of steel now. His little Philomena asking him for more pushed him over the edge. He leveraged his tongue to get under her bodice in search of her nipple.

One of her hands flew to her breasts, and momentarily he thought she was going to swat him away. Unexpectedly, she pulled down on her dress and pushed up on her breast. So of course he did what any obliging gentleman with a raging erection would do, and he sucked as much of her voluptuous tit into his mouth as he could.

He felt her legs soften, and he rocked into her. Her whimpers clamored into his breeches.

“Pull up your skirts, Mina.” The shock of his words rippled through him and out of her body. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m thinking.” He started to shake his head.

“Do it, Henry. I want it.” Slowly she pulled up her skirts for him.

“I just…I just want you to feel…”

Philomena tilted her head toward the rutting couple, and he chuckled. “Something like that.”

When she nodded, he repositioned himself against her with his breeches as a layer protecting them. If he had found that coin of logic, he would have realized that there was no protection available for what he was about to do.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded. “But…”

If she didn’t want to do it, he would stop. He’d be damn well disappointed, but he would stop.

“But…don’t stop…this.” She pointed to her exposed breasts.

“I couldn’t stop if I tried.” That was a lie of course but perhaps closer to the truth than he knew.

Still fully clothed, he slowly pushed his throbbing member between her folds. She caught his movement and absorbed him. The heat soaked him even before her wetness could. He was going to have to change after this. The intention was to give her pleasure but within one minute of glorious friction, he realized he wasn’t going to last.

She moaned again.

“I love your sounds.” He thrust against her. “You sound…so…good.” He chuckled unexpectedly. “I need to hear more.” He took her other breast in his mouth, licking, lapping, laving her creamy skin. When he sucked on her, tugging gently, she released a deep moan.

“Shh, my little goddess,” he whispered but then he tugged again. Her fingers dug into his skull as he slid himself up and down her wet cunny.

He could feel her body tightening. There was no explanation for it, but he was desperate to see her face when he made her come. Stealing a glance up at her face with her tit still in his mouth, he saw she was studying him with delight, curiosity, and perhaps even disbelief. He watched her face wince and then go lax.

Her breast in his mouth, her hands in his hair, and her quim folded around him, but it was her onyx eyes that were his undoing. Wetness pooled in his small clothes.

Henry looked down at her gorgeous breasts and then back up to her lips. She had the most luscious peach-colored and heart-shaped lips.

And then he realized that they hadn’t even kissed.

Chapter 3

“ITHINK THEY’RE GONE,” Philomena whispered to Henry. She didn’t know what else to say. At some point the couple had exited the room and she couldn’t remember noticing it. But it seemed a pertinent fact to bring up, being that she was still tucked away under his pulsating body. Normally she had words for her friend, nice, normal words, but the library seemed to be suffused with some weird tongue-tying fumes this evening.

The adorable, heavy man still straddling her grinned up at her.

“Mina—”

Panicking, she covered his mouth with her fingers. She had no idea what he was going to say. But no words seemed better than any possible words she could predict. What was he thinking? What was he thinking about her? What was she thinking? There was no future between them. Henry’s mother wanted him tomarry one of the three ladies she had hand-selected for this house party, and Henry had already given his word to his mother that he would let her choose his wife. If he felt honor-bound to propose to her now, she would never forgive herself. If they were truly as good friends as she thought they were, they could get over this. This was nothing. Just friends…exploring…another avenue of friendship.

And it would always be friendship.

Philomena wanted a marriage based on love. And this…well, she really didn’t know what had just happened. Emotions were still storming and settling. She needed to think things over without him…over her.

“Let’s…um…just go back to the party.” Even she didn’t believe that suggestion was a good one.

Henry scoffed, causing his stubble to rub against her fingers still glued to his lips and chin. Muffled sounds tumbled out.

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