Page 63 of Rules for Heiresses
“Yes.”
She twisted her fingers on the downstroke, nearly making him growl and pump into her fist. “How about this?”
He let out a sighing snarl. “That too.”
When he felt his body starting to respond to her teasing strokes, he reached over to grasp her around the waist, dragging her into the water with him. Courtland swallowed her gasp with his mouth, his lips claiming hers with a ferocity that stunned them both, even as her hips settled over his. His tongue teased hers, drawing it into his mouth. He suckled and tasted every inch of hers, learned the places that made her moan and arch into him…the roof of her mouth, the inside of her lower lip, the tip of her tongue.
“What do you do to me?” he bit out, breaking from her.
“The same you do to me.” Her fingers threaded through his wet hair, those singular eyes on his, molten and wanting. She tugged, a devious smile on her lips. “Kiss me again, Duke.”
He acquiesced with a grin of his own, taking her sweet lips in a hard kiss she wouldn’t soon forget. With a moan, Ravenna twisted in his arms so that her beaded nipples brushed against his chest. Her searching hand found his length again, jutting up at her hip. His duchess was a quick study, pumping him to perfection with the perfect amount of pressure, but he wanted more than her hands. He wanted inside her.
Courtland broke the hungry kiss, setting his hands to her waist and lifting her up so that she settled over his throbbing cock, knees on either side of him. “Take me this way,” he breathed. “Ease me into you.”
Her heavy-lidded eyes widened. “Here, in the bath?”
“Yes.”
“Is that done?” she asked, brow pleating.
Hell, he loved how innocent she was. “Trust me, this bath is the best place for all the filthy things I’m planning to do to you,” he murmured, delighting in the radiant flush suffusing her wet skin. “Besides, I thought you liked adventure?”
She fought to the last. “I’m not sure about this. Wouldn’t the bed be more comfortable?”
Instead of answering with words, Courtland canted his hips, feeling the tip of his cock brush the hot heart of her. Ravenna’s lips parted when his thick crown prodded the tiny bundle of nerves at the top of her sex. “Oh.” She breathed out, spine arching. “I suppose this can work.”
Chuckling, he shifted against her, their slick flesh meeting and rubbing, the warm water providing an added level of sensation between them.
“Guide me in, love,” he whispered.
Ravenna lifted her pelvis, notching the head of him to her entrance, and then she sank down. Courtland had never felt anything so gratifying in his entire life as the silken feel of his wife’s body swallowing him inch by heated inch. When she was fully seated, they both groaned from the exquisite friction.
“Bloody hell, you were made for me.” His eyes met hers as he fought a primal urge to thrust upward. “Are you well? Still want the bed?”
Eyes promising retribution for his teasing, his wife grasped his shoulders and rolled her hips, pushing up onto her knees resting on the floor of the bath on either side of him. Her passage clung to him and when he was nearly all the way out, she let gravity do the work. Her body hurtled down, taking him deep. A groan ripped from his chest.
She looked like a sybarite perched on top of him, a sensual smile curling her lips, her face flushed with pleasure. Fuck if she wasn’t the most sublime sight he’d ever seen. Her heavy breasts hung at mouth level, their nipples hard and rosy. Courtland lifted her to take one pebbled peak into his mouth, sucking hard and drawing an agonized whimper from her.
“The taste of you,” he whispered. “I could devour every sweet morsel of you.”
He turned his attention to the other breast, filling his palms with the globes of her rounded arse. The water sloshed with their movements, and soon, there was only the sound of their mingled breaths and the soft splash of the water in the bath as she rode him. His orgasm built at the base of his spine as she rocked against him, but he needed to see her get there first. He wanted to see her beautiful face when the paroxysm took her over the edge.
Courtland slid a hand in between their wet bodies and rubbed his thumb against the knot of nerves, relishing the gasping moans falling from her lips. Her movements turned jerky as she chased her pleasure. “That’s it, Duchess. Take what’s yours.”
Head thrown back in ecstasy, a flush climbing her porcelain neck into her cheeks, his duchess did as she was bid and shattered around him with a cry, his name a silent scream on her lips. Courtland had never seen anything so fucking perfect in all his life. Moments later, he found his own release with a hoarse cry, jerking out of her still pulsating channel to spend in the bathwater and clutching her toward him.
Breathing hard, Ravenna collapsed in a heap against his chest. He stroked the length of her back with his fingers, marveling at her impossibly soft skin. After a while, he felt himself soften and slip from the notch of her body. He reached for the cloth, breaking the comfortable silence when he drew it down her back and up her arms.
“That was…educational,” his wife whispered.
A chuckle broke from him as he worked the cloth in small circles. “And exceedingly practical, don’t you think?”
“I had no idea one could…well, perform one’s marital duty that way.”
She peered up at him, and he gave her a lusty smile. “It is an act that can be enjoyed in many places. Even outside, in the ocean, if one so desires.”
“In the ocean? You must be joking!”
