Page 22 of The Duke of Ruin
Before she could ask, he used his fingers over hers, massaging her flesh. “Rub yourself. Here. Can you feel that little nub? Try to find it with your finger.”
She searched until she found something that felt…nubbish, she supposed. “There.”
“Close your eyes.” His voice was soft and dark, lulling her into a state of seductive excitement as his hand instructed hers how to move. Slowly, softly, then faster with more pressure.
The pleasure he talked about—how it would build—started there. She sucked in a breath and opened her eyes. He was still watching her, his gaze impossibly dark and his face stretched taut.
His motions grew larger so that her fingertips slipped down along her folds, to where the moisture had gathered even more. She was quite slick now, and the sensations shooting through her were becoming more intense.
Her hips twitched. She wanted to arch up with the motion, to meet her hand—and his. Her breasts tingled, and the comment Mrs. Ogden had made about her husband liking her breasts rooted in Diana’s mind. She opened her mouth to ask what that meant, to maybe ask Romsey to touch her there, but a shock of pleasure shot through her and she gasped instead.
He picked up speed, pressing her fingertips against her clitoris and moving their hands so quickly over her flesh that wave after wave of ecstasy came over her. She began to see, to understand…
She wanted more. She wanted him to touch her, to put himself inside her, to at least thrust his fingers into her. She ached to be filled, to be…satisfied.
“Simon.” His name fell from her lips, but she couldn’t find a single other word to say, to beg for what she wanted.
But then it wasn’t necessary. He moved their hands down once more, slicking them again and repeated his frenzied attack on her clitoris.
Then his hand was gone. She fumbled, pausing for a moment and losing the thread of what had been barreling down on her.
“Don’t stop,” he urged. “Harder. Faster. Let your legs fall open. Give yourself what you crave.”
She did what he’d taught her to, ravaging her flesh with hard, desperate caresses. Without thinking, she thrust her finger inside and cried out as it happened.Orgasm.Her belly pitched, and her muscles clenched so hard, she marveled at her own body. Or she would have if she hadn’t been so utterly wrapped up in delicious darkness, a cocoon of rapture so lush and so gratifying that she never wanted to come out.
And yet she did.
She’d no idea how long it took, but she emerged from the other side, opening her eyes as her breathing started to slow. His lips were parted as his own breath came in harsh rasps, as if he’d come with her on the journey.
“Did you…orgasm too?” she asked softly.
“No. I don’t think that would be wise.”
Why not? She’d never felt anything so wonderful, so fulfilling, so bone-meltingly satisfying. Her limbs felt heavy and sated, as if she could sink completely into the pallet.
She blinked, noting that his face was still drawn with tight lines. “Why not? Can’t a man pleasure himself?”
He smiled again, his lips spreading into a heart-stopping grin. That’s just what Diana’s heart did for a brief second—it stopped and flipped over before picking up its rapid pace once more. “Yes, we can. In fact, I think I must. But not here. Go to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”
He pulled the blanket back and sat up. The firelight splashed across his naked torso, revealing for the first time the smooth plane of his masculine flesh to her. She didn’t look away. She couldn’t, not when she wanted to touch the muscles sculpted into him, the arc of his shoulder blade as he turned away from her.
She reached out and grabbed his arm, her fingers closing around his bicep. “Where are you going?” The question came out a bit louder and harsher than she’d intended.
He turned his head. “To…take care of things.”
“But—”
“We’ve had enough lessons for one night. Please, Diana, let me go.”
She uncurled her fingers from his flesh and lay back against the pallet, her gaze never leaving his body as he drew his breeches on over his small clothes and pulled his shirt over his head. Then he went to the table, where he put on his boots. A moment later, he was gone from the room, leaving Diana to wonder what she had done to drive him away.
Chapter 5
He’d barely sleptat all.
As the first tendrils of gray morning light crept beneath the curtains on the window, Simon blinked. But hehadslept. Otherwise, he wouldn’t now find himself tangled with Diana.
Her back was pressed to his chest, her leg thrust between his. Despite frigging himself in an embarrassingly short amount of time last night, his cock was hard and eager against her hip. This was bloody torture.
