Page 64 of The Duke of Ruin
Moving faster, Simon finished undressing. As she came back, he reached for her, wrapping his arm around her waist and drawing her forward. He kissed her again, nibbling at her lower lip, then licking it before sliding his tongue inside. She pressed up against him, and he cupped the back of her head, twining his fingers into her hair and gripping her tight. He pulled her head back, and she arched for him, extending her neck as if it were a delicious feast for his eyes and mouth. He kissed and licked her flesh, unable to get enough of her.
She clasped his head, sighing and moaning until his mouth trailed to her breast. Then she sucked in air—a sharp sound of surprise.
He closed over her nipple and brought his left hand beneath to cup her, holding her captive to his mouth and tongue. He teased her flesh, licking and sucking, pushing her to the edge.
She said his name over and over. He lifted her onto the bed again, laying her down and then continuing to lavish attention on her breasts. She held his head to her as her body writhed and arched, seeking his touch.
He skimmed his fingers along her abdomen and found the curls between her legs. She was warm and wet, and she cried out when he touched her folds. He lifted his head and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her neck extended. She was the embodiment of rapture. Desire personified.
“Diana, open your eyes.”
Her lashes fluttered before her lids rose and revealed the deep blue of her eyes.
“I didn’t want to shock you. I’m going to put my mouth on you here.” He stroked her sex and slipped his finger into her silken sheath.
Her eyes widened briefly. “Like I did with you.”
“Similar, but not quite the same, of course.” He couldn’t help but smile.
“Thank you for telling me. That would have been quite shocking.”
Her hips moved up, encouraging the thrust of his finger. He was happy to accommodate her and used two to fill her. Her fingers dug into the bedclothes on either side of her, and she gasped.
He bent and suckled her clitoris while continuing to tantalize her with his hand. He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, sliding into her and tasting her sweetness. She moaned, then cried his name, one hand burrowing into his hair.
He lifted his head briefly. “This orgasm may be more powerful than the others you’ve experienced. At least I will do my best to make it that way.”
“Simon.” She urged his head back down, and he grinned before climbing onto the bed and settling himself between her legs. Time to make her senseless.
He draped her thighs over his shoulders and buried himself in her sex, licking, sucking, kissing. She thrashed against the bed as he continued relentlessly, driving her ever closer to the precipice. She cried out over and over, her voice rising higher and higher. He filled her with his fingers again, pumping until he felt her muscles clench around him. Using his mouth once more, he sent her into oblivion, not ceasing until the shudders in her body settled.
He wiped his mouth and sat back, staring at the pale beauty of her body bathed in firelight. Her breasts were taut, the nipples forming hard, pink peaks. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she regained her breath.
He leaned forward and kissed the flesh above her mound, trailing his tongue up past her navel and farther still until he met the underside of her breast. Gently, he stroked his fingers over her skin, grazing her nipple as he licked his way to the tip. Then he sucked it into his mouth and cupped her. He withdrew, then blew on her flesh before sucking it once more. He repeated this several times before moving to her other breast and performing the same ministrations. All the while, her chest continued its rhythm, deep but slightly rapid breaths as her excitement began to build once more.
His was barely in check. His cock raged with the need to sink inside her. Soon. He didn’t want to go too fast. Not this first time. In fact, he wondered if she’d had enough. “Should we continue? I don’t want to overwhelm you.”
She opened her eyes and narrowed them at him. “I’ll repeat what I said earlier. You made me wait until we were wed. We are wed. I am not waiting any longer.”
“This first time may not be as pleasant as everything that has come before,” he said. He had precisely one experience with a virgin—Miriam. He didn’t want to think of her just now, but it was damn near impossible not to. Their wedding night had been rather disastrous.
Diana reached up and stroked her fingers over his chest. “Why? You told me my mother lied, that it wasn’t unpleasant.”
“It isn’t. At least not after the first time and not if you’re with a man who knows how to ensure you enjoy yourself. Many men don’t.”
“Well then, I’m doubly glad I married you.”
He was too. More than he’d ever thought possible. But how did he explain this to her? “The first time can be…uncomfortable for a woman because her flesh isn’t used to being, er, invaded.” He winced, disliking the way that had come out.
“Will it hurt?”
He thought of Miriam, who’d experienced some pain, but kept his features blank. “It could. But it should fade relatively quickly.”
“You know this from experience.”
It wasn’t a question, so he didn’t feel the need to answer. He gave her an infinitesimal nod.
She splayed her palm over his flesh and ran her hand up to cup the back of his neck. She pulled him down. “I appreciate your concern and all you’ve done to prepare me—and to pleasure me. I’ve no doubt you will take every care, and I can think of no man I’d rather share this moment with. Now show me what to do before I toss you over and make it up as I go along.”
