Page 24 of Duke's Daring Bookworm
“Fuck, Lily, goddamn red lace panties.” He seemed to talk to himself as he ran his hands up my thighs to justbefore the edge of them.
“I like them. They are my little secret when I’m doing mundane things all day,” I said, entirely focused on how close his face was to those panties and that if he moved even a little, he’d be able to bury himself in me.
“I like that,” he said as he finally touched them, sliding one hand up and slipping a finger into the band. I fell back on the bed, no longer able to hold myself up. “Now I know your secret, too. Do you have more?”
“Of course,” I said, my voice breathless and wispy. “Touch me, please.”
He continued to torture me by lightly tracing his finger just under the band, and I thought he would ignore me until I felt his other hand move up, a finger slipping up one of the legs and finally, finally touching me.
“Ughn, Duke, yes.” My back arched off the bed, pushing my hips toward him, seeking more stimulation.
“So fucking wet for me.” He moved both hands until they gripped my panties and pulled them down. They caught briefly on my lips before coming free.
I propped myself up again to watch him pull them down my legs and off. I swear he put them in his pocket, but that couldn’t be right.
He put his hands on my knees and pulled my legs open, exposing me, until he could look right at the deepest parts of me. I bit back a moan as he stared.
“Such a pretty pussy.” God. That word. Something about it made me clench, desperate to hear it again.
“Are you going to touch me?” I felt… sexy, naughty, unrecognizable, but like I’d always wanted to be.
“No,” he said, and disappointment warred with curiosity. “I’m going to lick you, devour you, die between your legs.”
The next second, he bent his head and ran his tongue along me. He groaned when he tasted me, and then eased his tongue deeper, up one side and down the other, skirting around my clit. I gripped the sheet below me to anchor me, my hips moving of their own accord, seeking more.
He used one surprisingly muscular arm to pin my hips to the bed, holding me still and forcing me to accept pleasure at the pace he doled it out.
“Duke,” I whined, but didn’t fight it. I wanted this. Not just the pleasure, but to give up control. I needed it.
Just as I began to be more frustrated than satisfied with his slow exploration of me, he pulled back, hooked his hands under my knees, and pushed my legs up, changing the angle of my hips. He descended on me again, this time ravenous, like only the taste of my pussy could satisfy him.
“Duke! Yes.” I grabbed his head, my fingers tangling in his hair, but I didn’t know if I needed to pull him closer or push him away. My grip tightened, and a groan vibrated from him.
He moved his hand from my knee down the back of my thigh until he reached my pussy and sunk two fingers into me.
He found the exact spot he needed, and I exploded. Stars danced behind my eyes. My whole body clenched and bowed before it released into a wave of ecstasy unlike anything I had ever felt before. It rolled through me, leaving me languid, unable to even lift my hands from where they landed on the bed beside me.
“You squirted,” he said in a tone I couldn’t decipher as he stood, licking his lips. I could barely keep my eyes open, but I didn’t want to miss a minute of this.
“That’s good, right?” My words were slow and low as they rolled out of me.
“Yes.”
My eyes felt heavy, and I fought a losing battle against darkness. I had never felt so relaxed. My body eagerly gave into the sensation.
My legs were spread wide as I struggled to keep my focus on Duke. His hooded eyes roamed over my body, languid and easy, and stopped on my face.
He was still completely dressed, neat and tidy, except his hair where I had grabbed it. The sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up, showing his forearms and the anchor tattoo that snaked its way up his arm.
Meanwhile, I had been unmade and rebuilt on his skillful tongue.
I don’t know how long he stood there staring at me while I tried to fight sleep before he spoke.
“I’ll go,” he said.
Disappointment washed through me. I didn’t want him to go, but the word ‘stay’ lodged itself in my throat. Instead, I nodded and crawled up my bed. He tucked me in and kissed me on the forehead, lingering like he was reluctant to let go. He smelled like me, and I held onto that as I closed my eyes and gave into the sleep that my body demanded.
My last thought before darkness claimed me was that I hoped he stayed next time.
