Page 56 of Married to the Forbidden Duke
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Frederick had imagined this moment more times than he could count—Alice spasming around his fingers, squeezing and shuddering and gasping, utterly lost to her pleasure. The sight was wanton and more than a little arousing, but he forced himself to slow, despite the temptation to strip off his breeches and fill her.
Slow, he needed to beslow.
His teasing had made her initial slickness now like a waterfall, coating his hands, and once he had wrung the last waves of her climax from her, he withdrew his hand and brought it to his mouth.
As she watched, heavy-lidded and curious, he sucked his fingers, tasting her.Musky and sweet. He filled his nose with the scent of her, coated his tongue with her taste, andstillhe wanted more.
She’d expressed interest in his fantasies, but he decided he would leave those for another day—she’d been shocked at the words ‘cock’ and ‘come’. Best he introduce her to his world gradually.
“Do you… like the way I taste?” she whispered, and the spike of lust that hit him was so strong, it made his head spin.
“I do.”
“Do people often use their mouths when engaging in—” She broke away, but he decided he would spare her the indignity of referring to their activity in coarser terms.
“They do,” he murmured lowly. “And the next time we come together, I’m going to use my mouth on you until you come on my tongue. And then I’m going to let you do the same until my knees give way.” One day he also wanted to finish in that soft, sinful mouth of hers. He’d imagined that, too, how she would look with his seed between her lips, swallowing him down with that insatiable hunger he knew she was capable of.
“Now…?” she asked, eyes still hungry.
“No, not now.” He kissed the sensitive skin by the side of her ear. “Much as I would like to, that sort of stimulation would make this over far sooner than I’d intended, and I would like to finish inside you, Alice my love.”
“But.” She caught his wrist, looking up at him. “Not inside me.”
“What?”
“Your seed.” She flushed bright red, and she had only just recovered from the orgasm he had given her. “If it’s inside me, we risk children.”
He studied her. “And you don’t want children?”
“Not yet. Not now. Not—” She hesitated, and he wondered if she would tell himnot ever. The final punishment she could offer him, refusing to allow him children to bear his name. An empty house forevermore.
He could hardly do anything about it if that was what she did decide, and he understood her reluctance. Would he want to bear children with the woman who had ruined his life and caused the death ofhisparents? No, he would not.
But, and perhaps the instinct was primal and not at all based in reason, hewantedher to bear his children. To grow with their babies, and to hold their progeny in her arms. For her to love them, at least, the way he thought she could never love him.
But instead, she said, again, “Not yet.”
He could live with not yet. He could live a long time withnot yet.
“Then we won’t risk it,” he said, kissing those soft, pouty lips. “I’ll pull out. And next time, we can try French letters. Not everyman wants to be siring with his lovers; there are ways and means of preventing children if you would like.”
She frowned up at him. “You would like children?”
“One day, yes,” he replied honestly. “But, darling Alice, if we might postpone this particular conversation for a more auspicious moment, I would appreciate it.”
Sated as she was, he could see the moment she looked down at him and remembered, once again, that he was still in a state of rather pressing arousal. Her eyes sparked and she looked up at him again.
“I can’t use my mouth?”
He groaned, but truly, he would not last long if she did.
“Next time,” he promised, reaching down to remove his breeches.
She watched with ravenous fascination as he did so, and without prompting, she reached for him. Her small fingers fastened around his length, and he groaned again, letting his head fall back as she squeezed and very obviously experimented with the feel of him. He could hardly remember the first time he had touched a woman before, but it had likely been with the same air of curiosity touched with awe.
And so he lay back, giving her space to tease his rigid flesh, gliding her hands up and down his shaft, exploring the bead of liquid at the tip. Then she turned her attention lower, and he hissed a breath as she cupped him, squeezing very gently.
