Page 23 of Look at Her Duke
“Hush, wife,” he murmured. “I said I would taste ye, aye?”
“Wh—what are you doing—oh.”
His tongue touched her core, and she flopped—boneless—back against the pillows.Oh Heavens, indeed!
How had he become such an expert at—No, do not ask that.She didn’t want to know more about her now-husband’s past. She just wanted to be able to appreciate his practice now.
Finally.
Kipling licked, and suckled, and kissed and stroked, as the pressure built. And built. And built.
She might be innocent, but she wasn’t ignorant of her body; she’d nearly worn out her copy ofA Harlot’s Guide to the Forbidden and Delightful Arts, and knew what to expect from a man’s body. She’d explored her own often enough over the years.
But her touchneverfelt like Kipling’s!
He slid one thick finger into her core, and when her hips pressed upward to meet him, he chuckled against her skin and slipped another in to join it.
She was so very close, on a precipice…
His lips closed around the pearl of her pleasure, hidden in her curls…
And she gasped something incoherent as ecstasy burst over her.
“Aye, that’s a good lass,” Kip murmured, continuing to stroke her as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. He lifted his head to meet her eyes, and he was grinning.
“That—Oh, Kipling!” She flopped back down. “What wasthat?”
“That, wife, was me showing ye how much I love ye,” he declared as he crawled back up her body to lie beside her, his fingers deep within her. “It’s my duty to make ye ready on our wedding night.”
“And that was—” Heavens, she was having trouble controlling her breathing, wasn’t she? “That was you getting meready?”
His smile turned wicked. “Almost.”
When he curled his fingers, still inside her, she gasped, her eyes widening as she met his gaze.
“Ye feel that, lass? Ye feel how wet ye are for me?”
Mutely, she nodded, her hips wriggling slightly, reveling in the sensation.
“Ye came for me like a good lass, did ye no’?”
“Please Kipling,” she whispered, reaching for him. “Pleasemake me yours.”
He didn’t answer, but when his lips found hers, she could taste herself on him. That was answer enough.
His fingers continued to tease her, and the pressure built once more—or perhaps it had never really left her.
When he rolled atop her and spread her legs, Amelia eagerly welcomed him. Kipling didn’t pause, but pulled his fingers from her wetness, gripped his cock, and slid into her.
Thenhe froze, lifted his face from hers and watched her.
She knew he was doing it for her benefit, but he needn’t have worried. She’d experimented enough over the years that the minor discomfort was already receding. So she shifted slightly, arching her back and thrusting her hips toward his.
“Christ, Amelia.” His eyes squeezed shut on his harsh whisper. “I’m trying to-to give ye time…”
“No more time, please.” It was amazing how prim and proper she could sound when shewantedto shoutfook me please!She planted her heels on his buttocks. “Take me, Kipling,” she whispered.
His eyes opened and when his gaze met hers, it was full of heat. She smiled, and he returned it.
