Page 75 of The Duke Says I Do
His smile widened. “The woman who seduced me in a haystack won’t let a little embarrassment stop her.”
“If you say so.”
“I most certainly do.” He filled his lungs with the scent of Portia’s need and placed his lips on her clitoris.
“Alaric!” she cried, bucking in surprise. Then cried out again when he flicked his tongue against the sensitive bud.
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So many new experiences had assailed Portia on this extraordinary day that she felt inured to surprises.
Until Alaric put his mouth in a spot that she’d never imagined a man would want to kiss. She’d never imagined that she’d want a man’s lips down there either. If the thought had occurred to her. Which of course it wouldn’t.
That fiendishly clever tongue traced her cleft and teased the place that gave her such pleasure. On a choked cry, she buried shaking hands in his soft hair. He made a muffled sound of encouragement and drew on that sensitive spot. As lightning bolts of response juddered through her, she widened her legs.
Familiarity didn’t lessen the glorious magic. If anything, the rise to release became faster and easier. After three days of this, she’d go up in smoke at the mere sight of Alaric.
When he deepened the pressure, the throb of her blood turned urgent. She lifted her hips to catch every second of the remarkable and shocking things he did.
Another shudder shook Portia, as he pushed his tongue inside her. In a paroxysm of pleasure, she writhed against the bed. She was so close. So tantalizingly close…
He penetrated her with one long finger. She jerked in helpless reaction and tipped over into a fiery universe. Through the inferno, she waited for him to unite their bodies. He’d been ready for most of the night.
Instead, his fingers moved in a ruthless invasion that lifted the crest of her response. She’d just started to come down from the outer edges of the cosmos when her muscles spasmed again.
“Alaric?” she asked in bewilderment, as her insides turned liquid. With another cry, she tumbled into another titanic climax.
“That’s perfect.” His growl rumbled through her. “Go with it.”
As if she had a choice when a tide of euphoria swept her into the middle of a turbulent ocean.
He leaned in and used his tongue as well as his fingers. She felt battered by rainbows, dazzled by flares of light, transformedto flowing rivers of silk. This time, when she broke, she crumbled into shards of flaming starlight. A broken cry emerged from a throat tight with emotions – and words that she could never speak aloud.
He persisted, his touch turning gentle. The last wave of pleasure was as sweet and soft as a shower of rain on a hot summer’s day.
Gasping, she lay upon the mattress, legs as loose as muslin draped on either side of him. While she subsided into a pool of exhausted satiation, her hand slid from his hair to lie open at her side. Her eyes closed while she struggled to fill lungs as empty as a tinker’s pocket.
She’d lived through an earthquake. Several earthquakes. Aftershocks quivered through her in luscious little surges.
She heard him shift and stand. “Portia, say something.”
She didn’t open her eyes.
“Portia?”
She swallowed, hoping her voice worked. “You can’t expect me to talk after that.”
“You liked it then?”
A faint smile tugged at her lips. “Stop fishing for compliments.”
He gave a soft laugh. The bed dipped as he curled up next to her and took her into his arms. She went unresisting. Heavens, right now, she doubted that she’d summon an ounce of resistance if a bear sprang out of the wardrobe to eat her.
He kissed her on the forehead. Even through the weariness, his tenderness made her smile.
When she stirred, Alaric stretched out beside her, leaning on one elbow. He watched her with a light in his green eyes that made her susceptible heart ache with futile longing. This, what they did together, was wonderful. It would be more wonderful still if he loved her.
Mentally, she kicked herself. What was the point of howling after the moon? In fact, if she did, it would mar her present happiness. Which would be a tragedy indeed.
