Page 76 of The Duke of Daring (The Untouchables)
“Whatever you want. But I can’t last much longer. You remember what happened before?”
She thought he was talking about what she’d done with her mouth and what he’d done with his…cock. “You…came?”
“Yes. I’m not going to do that inside you, though.”
Because of a pregnancy. She nodded in understanding.
He knelt between her legs and thrust his hand into her hair, spreading it over the pillows. “I love your hair. It might be your best feature. Except for your eyes. They’re so enchanting—full of intelligence and utterly provocative. No, maybe your lips. Whether they’re arguing a fair point or locked with mine, I am captive.” His gaze dropped to her chest, and his hands stroked downward until they cupped her breasts, kneading and stroking them. “These must be considered.” He leaned down and suckled her, first one and then the other. She moaned, unable to help herself. “So lovely. There’s also the curve of your stomach and the arc of your hip.” His fingertip traced over her and then moved between her thighs again, brushing against her gently. “And this. I find I just can’t decide.”
“If I tell you that you can have all of it, will you stop this torture?”
He arched a brow at her. “You’d bribe me?”
“I’m a desperate woman.” She was joking but serious at the same time. She wanted him with a power that almost frightened her. Why? Because she felt exposed. Vulnerable. Things she hated feeling but didn’t seem to mind with him.
“No more so than I.” He fell on her, kissing her savagely, his hand working her flesh, pushing her back up the mountain of pleasure. He settled between her thighs, and his cock nudged her opening.
She reached between them and touched him, stroking the smooth softness of his shaft. She wanted to feel him inside her. She was more than ready.
His hand grazed hers as he positioned himself. Slowly, he pressed inside, all the while kissing her. She moaned into his mouth, and he stopped.
“Are you all right?” he asked, looking down at her with concern.
“I’m fine. Can you…go faster?”
He grinned. “I could, but I was trying to be gentle.”
She reached around and clasped his backside, pulling him down. “I appreciate that, but Ineedyou. All of you. Please.”
“Lucy, you astonish me.” He smoothed her hair back from her face as he slid completely inside her, his eyes never leaving hers.
She felt full and wonderful, but it wasn’t enough. “Move.”
“This is why I adore you, Lucy. You ask for what you want.” He pulled back briefly before thrusting forward again. “Hold on to me.”
She did as he bade, clutching at his back as he moved between her legs. He went slowly at first and then more quickly, creating an exquisite friction that was similar to what she’d felt earlier but intensified. Pleasure and need mingled and built. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sensations.
“Shhh.” He took her mouth in a blistering kiss. Had she been making noise? Probably. She was absolutely senseless.
Pressure built in her core, she squeezed her legs tight around his waist, and her muscles began to contract. Bliss washed over her as she crested the mountain.
“Lucy.” He gripped her thighs and pulled out of her, leaving her bereft.
She clutched at his shoulders. “Come back.”
Wetness spilled on her stomach.
“I can’t.” He spoke between pants, the words coming hard and rough. “I told you.”
Yes, he had. He’d just failed to mention that it would be a trifle disappointing.
He sat up. “I need a…cloth.”
Yes, they did. “Over in that cabinet with the ewer.” Where she washed up.
He found the cloths and gave one to her while he tidied himself. “And I should put this…”
She stood up from the bed, her muscles feeling delightfully lethargic. “I’ll take it.” She stashed them back in the cabinet and made a mental note to launder them herself.
