Page 97 of The Duke's Second Bride
Simultaneously, she reached to undo his shirt and trousers. “I cannot say I disagree with that,” she breathed.
He laughed at that. “So unkind to your husband,” he teased her.
“You said it first!” she pointed out.
As she said the words, she pushed his shirt off his shoulders, at the very same moment that he lifted her shift over her head, baring their bodies to each other.
She looked somehow even lovelier than he had recalled. Her skin was creamy and smooth. Her curves were full and soft, her breasts two perfect handfuls awaiting his touch.
He gave in to the temptation to touch her, cupping one of her perfect breasts in his hand as his mouth captured hers. She pressed herself up into his touch, eagerly kissing him back,and gasping into his mouth when he brushed a finger over her nipple.
The electric jolt of pleasure seemed to unleash a similar hunger in her. Her hands roamed his body, stroking across the muscled terrain of arms and shoulders and back.
Her hands were so soft against his skin, and so warm. She pulled him down, closer to her, and he was more than happy to oblige.
The feeling of their bare chests pressed together was like lighting sparks, the desire crackling over their skin.
He kissed his way down her body, pausing at each sensitive spot to lavish attention on it with his lips and tongue.
As he reached the softness of her stomach, he looked up at her, maintaining eye contact as he continued his path down towards her hips and thighs.
She was already aroused for him, her core red and aching for him as he brushed his fingers against it. He stroked two careful fingers up against her entrance, relishing in the way she bucked up against him, and he used his free hand to hold her hip firmly to the bed, so that she couldn’t squirm so much.
“God, I have missed the taste of you,” he growled, before pressing his tongue flat against her.
Ava cried out, her hands reaching down to intertwine in his hair, pushing him closer, even as her hips tried to arch away from the onslaught of pleasure.
“Christian,” she breathed, repeating his name again and again as her climax neared.
As he felt her pleasure mount, he slipped a finger inside of her. He moaned against her, letting the vibrations rock through her for additional pleasure.
Her climax rippled through her with such intensity, as though spending the past week untouched had bottled up her desires.
He could no longer resist her. He pulled away and climbed back up her body. He dragged the back of his arm across his mouth, then leaned in to kiss her.
Ava was still hazy with desire in the aftermath of her climax, but lucid enough to kiss him back, and to wrap her arms around him even tighter.
He reached down and wrapped her legs around him. She acquiesced, her heels digging into his back.
With one hand pressed next to her head, supporting him on the bed, he reached down with his other hand and aligned himself with her entrance.
She was the one who pressed him closer. He sank inside of her with one smooth motion that had both of them gasping. It was the deepest he had ever been inside of her.
Ava cried out in deep, almost rapturous pleasure. So soon after her first climax, the pleasure was intense, almost too much to take, and yet it seemed she could not bear to feel him exit her.
“Christian,” she whispered. She kissed him, then let him pull back to look at her. “I love you,” she simply said.
Looking into her eyes as they moved against each other as one, Christian felt all heaviness leave his body, replaced by a burning wave of affection and overwhelming emotion.
“I love you too, darling,” he said, before crushing his mouth back against hers.
She kissed him back more fiercely still.
They repeated the words back and forth to each other as they made love, truly making love, for the first time in their marriage.
When they had finally finished, Christian rolled over, allowing Ava to collapse on his chest.
“I love you,” she said once more.
