Page 87 of In Need of a Duke
Her breasts were heavy and ached, and she already felt herself climbing to pleasure before he inserted two fingers inside of her and slowly drew them out as she panted.
“Are you watching?”
“Yes.”
“Can you see me on my knees for you, Lottie? Me kissing yoursweet quim?” He bent down again and did just that as she climbed higher still. “That’s it.”
She clutched the chair, forcing herself to watch as she felt the final thread snap, and suddenly, her body flooded with warmth, and she shook around him, under him, his tongue still stroking her until she panted, riding out the waves of pleasure that washed over her.
He sat up, his hair messed, his eyes burning. “More?”
She laughed, nodding. He stood and scooped her up, walking her back to the bed.
“I won’t spend in you unless you tell me to. Do you understand? We can stop here?—”
“No, Ian.” She reached up and pulled him closer, peppering kisses on his chest, needing to feel his body against hers, wanting more than anything in that moment to feel him inside of her. “I don’t want to stop.”
He made a sound at the back of his throat and settled over her, nudging her legs apart with his knee. She felt him press against her entrance and tilted her hips, then slowly, he seated himself within her, filling her up.
She sighed at the delicious fullness of it. To feel him move inside of her, her body nearly bowed off the bed.
“Watch me,” he said. “Let me see your eyes. I want to watch you as I move in you.” He thrust again, and she cried out. He bent down and drew her nipple in his mouth, tracing it with his tongue until it was the sweetest sort of pain. “Do you trust me, Lottie?”
She raked her hands over his back, certain she was leaving marks but no longer caring. Let her kiss them in the morning and know that he was hers. “Yes.”
“Good girl. Hold on to the bedpost then.”
Before she could question why, he drove into her again.
“I can’t be gentle, love. Tell me if it’s too much.”
But it wasn’t. Charlotte discovered she loved her husband a little untethered, his mouth full of filthy words for her, his body eager to bring about her pleasure. She only wished to do the same for him.
He quickened his pace until that familiar heat returned, and shefelt herself spinning apart into pieces and screaming before he gripped her hips and tilted, thrusting against her as she rode out her pleasure, yelling his name.
The bed began to wobble, the post squeaking before the corner of the bed collapsed.
She would have laughed if it wasn’t for what Ian was doing to her body. He continued, never slowing his pace as he gently moved her across the mattress to the other side of the bed.
“That’s a good girl, Lottie. Can you feel how hard you have me? I’m going to spend any minute now. Where do you want it?”
She glanced up at him, holding on to the bedpost, and arched her back. “On my stomach, Ian.” He growled, thrusting his hips until he withdrew and pumped his hand over his length. She watched, struck at how gorgeous he was when he tilted his head up at the ceiling, his body tightening over hers, and his warm seed spilled out onto her stomach. His body was all lean power, taut as it chased its own desire.
For a moment, she only heard the sound of her heart drumming in her ears and their heavy breathing. But quiet settled, and finally, he gazed down at her, his eyes full of something much softer, much more earnest than desire.
Love.
“I will be right back.”
She heard him move across his room before he returned with a cloth and cleaned her up. He bent down and kissed her, soft and lingering as she remained still, her body satiated for the moment.
“Yours,” he whispered when they broke apart. “Always.”
It felt most natural to tell him how she felt at that moment. To spill the truth that had been warring between her brain and her heart, but she thought it best to keep it quiet a little longer. Instead, she reached his hip and pulled, drawing him near.
“Next time, let’s stick to the floor.”
“We’ll need to. We broke the bed, Honeybee,” he said with a small laugh. “Christ. What you do to me.”
