Page 62 of The Duke of Seduction
She pushed her thoughts away and concentrated on just feeling. His hands clasping her back, his lips and tongue mating with hers, his body urgently pressing into hers. She wanted more.
Tentatively, she pushed her hips to his. His hand came down and gripped her waist, pulling her into him. He moved against her, and she gasped into his mouth as friction sparked between her legs.
He pivoted her body and guided her back two small steps until she felt a tree against her back. His mouth left hers, but only to nip and lick at her jaw and ear. She tipped her head back until it met the bark, closing her eyes as he worked magic over her flesh.
“Your collar is too damned high,” he muttered, pushing it down and away so he could access her neck.
She had to agree. And yet he was managing quite well, it seemed. His hand moved up her side, gliding over her until he cupped her breast. The touch was woefully inadequate given his gloves and her clothing, but her body reacted as if it were more than enough.
Her nipple tightened as he caressed her through the gown, all while he kissed her neck. She pulled him harder against her, wanting to feel as much of him as she could. His hand left her breast, and she might have whimpered softly. Yes, she definitely whimpered. And she didn’t care.
He reached down and lifted her skirt. Cool air rushed over her stocking-clad leg as his hand brushed along her thigh. His fingertips grazed the apex, lightly touching her flesh. Then he stilled.
“Forgive me.”
She tugged on the hair at his nape. “Look at me.”
He lifted his head and stared into her eyes.
“There is nothing to forgive. At least not if you don’t stop. If you do, I’llneverforgive you.”
“You want me to continue?”
“Whatever you were going to do…” She could barely find the words. She felt utterly brazen. But him touching her there was a sensation she didn’t want to let go. “Do it,” she begged.
“Have you ever done that before?” he asked quietly. “Orgasm, I mean.”
“I don’t know that word.” She’d talked about sex—briefly—with other young ladies, but until Diana, none of them had possessed any practical experience. And the conversations she’d had with Diana since her marriage had been woefully devoid of exciting details. She’d only said it was marvelous, and she dearly hoped Lavinia was as lucky in finding her husband as Diana had been.
“It describes what your body does when it releases with sexual satisfaction. Think of pent-up anticipation for an event and the rush of sensation when that event occurs.” While he spoke, he touched her gently, his fingertips sliding over her flesh.
She opened her thighs, giving him better access because it seemed she should. She wasn’t sure what he meant to do, but knew it had to be more. That anticipation he mentioned was building inside her. She clutched at his neck and held on tight as he slipped his finger along her crease.
She sucked in a breath just before he kissed her. It was short but wondrous, and his mouth continued across her cheek, his lips dragging across her flesh. He whispered in her ear, “I could try to make you come—to your orgasm, that is—by just touching you here.” He pressed his fingers against the top of her sex and moved them back and forth, creating a delicious friction. “Or I could put my finger—or fingers—inside you and make you come that way. Which would you prefer?”
Oh God, how could she possibly know? “Can’t I choose both?”
He laughed softly. “Lavinia, you never fail to surprise and intrigue me. And in this case, excite me. How I wish we had a proper location and far fewer clothes. I would show you all the ways I could make you come. With my fingers. With my mouth. With my cock.”
Good Lord, hewasa rake. His words enflamed her already heated body. She was desperate to come, to feel this thing he was talking about. “I don’t care what you do, but please do it.” She clasped his nape and made him look at her. “Please.”
His gaze was dark and seductive as his fingers began to move over her sex. He concentrated on that first part, rubbing her flesh. With each stroke, the anticipation grew. Then he kissed her again, his mouth sweeping over hers and his tongue driving deep into her mouth.
A moment later, his finger mimicked his tongue, sliding into her sex. She groaned as lights danced behind her eyes, and her legs began to quiver. He worked his finger in and out of her, slowly at first and then picking up speed. Then his thumb found that other spot, and he pressed while he penetrated her.
His movements grew faster, then his hand focused on the outside for a moment before his finger—or was it fingers now?—plunged into her again. Back and forth, he alternated his focus, and her passion increased apace. She was so close to what he’d described. She could feel it in her bones, in the blood coursing through her fevered body.
He broke the kiss and pressed his lips to her ear. “Come for me, Lavinia.”
He speared into her and pressed the heel of his hand against her. She knew precisely what he meant by the word release. Her body felt as if it were coming apart. Her muscles tightened first, clenching everywhere as sensation rioted through her. Then came the release, a loosening of all the ecstasy that had built within her. But his hand didn’t still, and she tightened again. And whimpered again. She was glad for the tree at her back, for she would surely have slumped to the ground. On and on it went, his hand coaxing her to heights she never dreamed existed.
Then finally, her body wilted. Spent, she worked to catch her breath. His hand was gone from her flesh, and her skirts dropped down around her legs. He took a step back and bent to pick something up from the ground. His glove, she realized. She hadn’t even noticed him taking it off. And then his hat. That she remembered.
“That was rather ill-advised,” he said, his voice sounding rather tight.
“Perhaps.” Lavinia straightened her bonnet, her glasses, and her dress. Her face was probably flushed, but there was no help for that. Hopefully, a breeze would cool her off. “I won’t regret it however, and I hope you don’t either.” She winced. “Unless… I shouldn’t have urged you to do that.” She hadn’t urged. She’dbegged. She was completely shameless.
He came back toward her and took her hand, pulling her away from the tree. “My dear Lavinia, if I hadn’t wanted to do it, I wouldn’t have. But now you must go. We’ve been gone too long, and I can only hope our absence—at the same time—hasn’t been noted. You go back, and I’ll follow later. I’ll be the last to leave with Felix anyway.”
