Page 69 of The Viscount's Unwanted Bride
She grew bolder, tangling her tongue with his, and he smiled into the kiss, loving the way her tentative touch was becoming more certain. It reminded him of the quiet confidence she displayed in most aspects of her life.
Reluctantly, he pulled away. “How was that?”
She blinked slowly, her eyes glazed and her cheeks pink. “Wonderful.”
His stomach fluttered pleasantly. “There is so much more I wish to show you.” He dropped to his knees in front of her, ignoring the dull pain from hitting the floor. “May I?”
She frowned. “May you what?”
“Push this up.” He inched the skirt up to reveal a thin band of porcelain skin above her ankles. “Touch you. Kiss you here in this most intimate place.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widened, but she nodded after the briefest hesitation. “All right.”
He lifted the skirt, baring shapely calves. Her undergarments blocked him from seeing more, so he hiked them up and gazed hungrily at her soft, smooth thighs.
He ran his hands from her knees to the apex of her thighs, and goose bumps rippled over the skin beneath his palms. He brushed his thumb over the silken heat of her sex and delighted in the way she whimpered and parted her legs.
“This is where we join during intercourse, but there are many ways I can bring you pleasure here.”
“Pleasure?”
“Yes.” He forced himself to meet her eyes rather than focusing solely on that tempting softness he longed to bury his face in. “I want you to let me know what you like and what you don’t. This only works if you’re honest with me.”
Her breath hitched, and he realized he’d started stroking her gently.
“I will,” she promised.
“Good. Lean back and enjoy. You don’t have to do anything.”
“Are you sure?”
“Quite.”
She shifted, presumably to make herself more comfortable. Theo finally allowed himself to stare at her center. It was pretty and pink, with a dusting of reddish hair a shade darker than the hair on her head. He bent and kissed the small nubbin at the top. She made a startled sound in the back of her throat.
“All right?” he asked, blowing warm air on her, and enjoying the way she shuddered in response.
“Yes.”
His tongue darted out, and he swiped the flat of it along her most sensitive parts. Her hips bucked, and he used his forearms to pin her thighs in place. Then, he licked her again and nuzzled his mouth against her, getting her used to the sensation.
Her small gasps and sighs urged him on, and he dipped his tongue into her wet heat, groaning at her sweet, musky taste.
“Oh!” she cried out, clutching her skirt around her hips and staring down at him, wide-eyed. “Is that something people do?”
He grinned wickedly. “If they value their wives.”
She didn’t seem inclined to argue, simply taking him at his word and bracing herself as he did it again.
He worked her over with his mouth and tongue, moaning his enjoyment so she couldn’t doubt his enthusiasm. When she began to tremble, he focused his attention on her nubbin and kept up a gentle rhythm until she keened and shook with her release.
He sat back on his haunches and drank in the sight of her. Cheeks flushed, eyelids heavy, chest rising and falling as she caught her breath.
Stunning.
As she regained her composure, she sat up and pushed her skirts down, covering herself once again.
She leaned forward and kissed him, which shocked him given what he’d just been doing. “Is there some way I can… reciprocate?”
