Page 75 of The Scarred Duke's Bride
“Ohh…” She let out a long sigh as he slid into her wet tightness, keeping still and letting him lead.
Keeping her leg out of the way with his own leg, he pushed into and out of her from behind. “Watch me,” he whispered in her ear. “Watch as I possess you.”
She made a surprised sound, unsure about what he meant.
“Look down,” he said.
She did as he asked, and she realized that she could see the place where they were joined, his manhood slipping into her, her own body widening each time to accommodate him. Her jaw dropped with wonder as she watched, his rhythm changing from slow to fast as he panted in her ear. She almost did not know how to feel. It was all just very immediate and intimate. Her hips undulated of their own volition, following his rhythm and facilitating him.
She marveled at the ability of their bodies to act so in sync; so taken with watching, she was surprised by the pleasure that suffused her every time he drove into her. His hand reached over her, and he began to rub the glossy pink nub just above where their flesh was joined.
She threw her head back and cried out, unable to focus anymore, caught up in the many sources of pleasure she could feel. Her legs were going numb, and she didn’t know if it was from holding the position for so long or because of the repeated hits of pleasure.
Suddenly, he turned with her so that she was on all fours, and he was behind her but still inside of her. He held onto her hips and pistoned himself into her, going so deep she was afraid she might feel his wide, long manhood in her throat.
She could not keep her cries in and did not try. This felt different from before, the same pleasure but more intense in a way that was almost painful. She could hear him moan with every thrust, and it just fueled her pleasure even more.
Everything seemed heightened as he reached around and began to rub her as he thrust. She spread her legs wider and arched her back, trying to give him room to go deeper, so he could get to her needy center that was crying out for him — crying out to be filled.
“Please! Please! Please!” she cried, pushing back against him as he pistoned into her again and again. “Yes! Just like that. Just there. Oh God, yes, deeper please, yes! Faster. Oh God, I love you so much, harder!”
His thrusts stuttered before getting more frenzied and frantic. Her words became incoherent and thick with need. “Oh yes, just there. Oh! Oh!Oh!” She hunched into herself, back arching and hands shaking as she convulsed. She blinked a few times, trying to clear the whiteness from her eyes even as her mind went blank with pleasure, and she was floating off into ecstasy without much further ado.
He kept driving into her unrelenting until she collapsed on the bed, panting hard. Even then, he did not stop, blanketing her with his body and breathing into her ear, making her shiver.
“Come on, I think there’s a little more where that came from.”
He was still inside of her, gently pistoning his hips, reigniting her nerves so that they tried to fire up with each thrust, giving aftershocks of pleasure and coating her thighs with wet juices.
His panting got loud and painful sounding as he increased the tempo of his thrusts, pushing her legs wider and slipping in and out of her with ease, his passage smoothed by her slickness.
“Oh my, oh God, oh yes!” he spasmed and thrust hard into her. She could feel his release, wetting and filling her insides, and her body jerked, waking up to tighten and loosen around him rhythmically.
She sighed and whimpered, hips jumping as waves of pleasure swept through her again. She truly felt as if she had just lost her innocence.
He collapsed beside her, panting hard before gathering her into his arms. They lay replete, bodies gleaming as the sun slowly chased the clouds away.
“Did you like it?” he asked.
“I…” She shook her head. She really had no words.
He lifted his head, resting it on his elbow, and studied her with a grin. “Cat got your tongue?”
She snorted but still did not speak.
His eyes traveled over her body, softly gleaming with sweat and sticky with fluids. “I had not finished describing you poetically,” he pointed out.
“Mmm” was her only reply.
He smiled. “Your lips, fat and swollen from kisses and redder than any rouge could get them. Plush looking, a temptation no man can resist.” He leaned down and kissed her hard.
She let him do as he pleased, too boneless to do more than part her lips and let him in.
He pulled back to stare over her body again, his hand reaching out to cover her womanhood as he looked into her eyes. “Your quim, so tight, so warm, so welcoming. Once you’re in, you never want to leave. Truly a lifelong addiction.”
That woke her up enough to blush hotly and cover her face. “Don’t say that.”
“Why? It’s true.”
