Page 52 of The Duke's Mysterious Lover
So Kit began to move. She rocked forward and back, slowly, sensually. It was an utter delight to feel his long cock sliding from her slowly, then to sit back so it thrust back inside her more quickly. Her core was wet from her earlier orgasm and the teasing Thorne had given her, the water in the tub buoying her, holding her up the same way he did.
Before long she was moving faster, more frantically. Thorne’s head was tipped against the porcelain, but he watchedher with parted lips as if she was the most important thing in the world.
In this moment, she was.
As her pleasure built, Thorne began to thrust upward, helping her draw out these incredible feelings. She braced her hands on the sides of the tub, and locked her knees into place. This position wasn’t the most comfortable or the most practical, but there was no way she could stop now.
Not when she was so close.
“Are you…?” What had she been about to gasp? The way he touched her made her lose all thought. “Thorne, I need…”
“Aye, love.” His hands settled on her hips. “Let me lead?”
Just like the dance they’d shared in the darkness, hours ago. She gladly gave him control, and with a soft growl, he took over. The pace increased, each of his thrusts drawing a gasp from her lips.
Within moments she was close to her crisis, and she could tell he was as well, his face flushed, need in his gaze.
Kit reached down between their bodies and cupped her mound. His blue eyes flashed with hunger as they watched her touch herself, dragging her orgasm closer. It was the pressure which did it for her, the pressure against the top of her slit, while he was busy pounding against the inside.
As her pleasure threatened, she pulled her hand from the water, clamped her thighs tight around his sides, and leaned forward, reaching for him. She clasped his jaw with her palms, leaned down, and claimed his lips.
Her orgasm burst over her and she gasped into him. Groaning, he tightened his hold on her, dragging her closer, his tongue plundering her mouth the way his cock buried in her core. She felt her inner muscles spasming around him, gripping, stroking,loving, as his breathing grew ragged.
Just as her pleasure began to fade and her muscles loosened, Thorne bucked once and slid from her. She might’ve felt bereft,except he reached around her arse to grab his cock. He slid it along the cleft of her arse once, twice, and then with a groan, found his own release.
The hot, thick spend spread across her arse and lower back, and Kit was delighted to discover she could feel it even in the water.
We definitely need to try this in the bed next time.
When she finally shifted her hands to the porcelain so she could brace herself and pull her lips away from Thorne’s, she wasn’t completely surprised to find him looking up at her with something like wonder. As if his entire world had changed.
And for a long moment, Kit was satisfied to smile softly down at him, marveling at what they’d just shared.
Finally, with a happy little sigh, she reached for the soapy sponge. As she dragged it across Thorne’s chest and neck and temples, wiping away the sweat from earlier, he just…watched her. Only his chest and eyes moved, watching her.
As if he wasn’t quite certain what to make of her.
Finally, she pushed herself off him, and he roused himself enough to clean her, then help her step from the tub. Chuckling at her own awkwardness, Kit grabbed a towel to wrap around herself and tuck under her arm, before flicking one out at the ready for Thorne.
When he stepped from the water, she hurried to dry him.
“What are ye doing?” his voice sounded rusty.
“Drying you, Your Grace,” Kit quipped impishly, bent over to pat at his thighs which brought her eye-to-cock. She wondered what would happen if she flicked her tongue over it. Was it too soon? “I am your valet, after all.”
With a growl he tugged her upright, arms going around her to trap her against him. There was something stormy in those eyes. Something uncertain.
“Thorne?”
“Ye really want to be my valet? Still?”
She was standing nearly naked in the man’s arms, and the question…veered a little too close to emotions she didn’t want to explore. So Kit shrugged.
“If I’m not your valet, who am I?” Without giving him time to answer—not certain she’dlikethe answer, Kit hurried to say, “I’m just someone sharing your bed. Living in your home, without a job?”
His eyes flicked between hers. “Ye’d have a verra important job. No one else can do it. Keeping me sane.”
Keeping him satiated, more like.
