Page 71 of Disguised Desires of a Scarred Duke
William tugged his suspenders down his arms and accidentally snapped one of them so hard it made him yelp from the sting.
“Darling, slow down! Here, let me help you.”
Eleanor kissed his cheek, then unhooked the suspenders from Wiliam’s breeches and tossed them on the floor.
The duke couldn’t help being part of the fun, so he pulled his shirt up over his head as his new wife undid his pants and pulled them to his ankles so he could kick them away.
“Your turn, my love. I need your soft skin against mine.Now.”
Eleanor rested her hands on her husband’s shoulders as he helped her out of her satin wedding dress and petticoat underneath. She’d already removed her shoes earlier and was about to slide her white stockings down when the duke stilled her hands with his.
“Leave them on.”
William lifted his duchess and carried her to the bed, but he made her wait as he dropped his drawers, then laid on his back in the bed first.
Eleanor grinned at the sight of his engorged sex displayed above his muscular thighs. William tried to control his hunger to thrust inside her while she admired his body, but he only lasted a few seconds before he pulled her close to sit on his legs.
“Oh my, Captain. This is new.”
“I hope you like it. Elle. We fit together like this.”
William showed her how to straddle him just so, then helped her ease down onto his body so they connected like a key in a lock.
The softest, warmest, and most tender lock any woman has ever possessed.
William helped his love brace herself from above as he rocked his hips from below. Their rhythm soon synced and sent him so close to the edge of spasms that he had to slow their motion down to keep from reaching the pinnacle too soon.
It was another sign that it had been far too long since they’d been naked together. He wanted this special night to last so that her experience of it was at least as good as his.
Better, in fact. My Elle deserves to feel savoured and consumed by sensuous bliss.
The duke steadied his breath and slid his thumb between Elle’s thighs where their bodies met. He began to slowly massage between the folds of her nether lips while he thrust inside her warm vulva again and again.
“Anthony! Oh!”
Eleanor cried out and pressed against his chest. Then she leaned forward far enough that her long dark hair toppled down around her arms, and her full breasts moved close enough for him to taste.
He licked one of her nipples, which caused her to cry out again. Hearing signs of her pleasure made William’s thrusting quicken. He felt the rush of blood to his groin make his body pulse and begin to quake.
Then Eleanor squeezed his sex inside her from above and gasped as her own trembling turned into heated seconds of euphoric release.
“Oh, my love! Oooooooh!”
William could hold back no longer. He held tightly to Eleanor’s backside and felt his thrusting propel him through wave after wave of heavenly surges that could only be what flying felt like.
Flying, then spilling fiery lava into the sea.
He grunted and called out her name as the incredible wave of pleasure crested and subsided again.
The duke pulled his lover close to his chest and breathed into her hair. She collapsed onto his body as he stroked her back and planted tiny kisses on her shoulder.
“How did that feel, love?” he asked softly against her skin.
“Like we should do that again as often as possible,” Eleanor answered through heavy breaths.
William laughed and rolled her onto the bed so they could gaze into each other’s eyes with both of their heads on the soft pillows.
“I’m glad. I look forward to that.”
