Page 63 of The Duke of Kisses
Then his mouth was gone from her as he continued to work her flesh with his fingers. After a moment, she opened her eyes to see him position himself between her legs.
His gaze found hers. “Do you want me to stop?”
She couldn’t quite make sense of his question. Why would he stop when he’d already given her what she wanted? She glanced down and saw that his hands were on his fall, and she felt stupid. Or at lease naïve. Of course they weren’t finished.
“I didn’t realize there was more to do than just you putting your…penis inside me.”
“Or cock, if you prefer. I tend to like that word, being a bird man.” He winked at her. “We can stop if you want to.”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to. I want to feel you. It may be a month or more before we’re married. I’d rather not wait that long. It feels as though we’ve waited long enough.” He’d occupied her mind for so much of the past six months.
“I’ll go slow,” he said, unbuttoning his fall.
She clasped his hips, pulling him against her. “You’d better not. I’ve decided I like fast.”
He groaned, and she felt his cock nudging against her opening. “Fanny, you are going to ensure this is faster than it should ever be. A man prides himself on lasting a long time.”
“Does he?”
“To prolong the pleasure.”
“I think pleasure should be measured by intensity, not time. Wouldn’t it be better to do this ten times than just once for the same amount of time?”
He laughed. “Yes, but, ah, men’s equipment doesn’t exactly work that way. If I’m ever able to do this ten times in a row, I fear I may end up dead.”
“Why would you say such a thing?”
He slid into her slowly, and she felt a moment’s pain to go with the uncomfortable pressure of having him invade her flesh. “The intensity you so aptly mentioned. Coming ten times might kill me, especially since I think this may be the most intense orgasm of my life.”
The pain was lessening, and Fanny liked how the conversation was keeping it from bothering her. “Is that what just happened to me? An orgasm?”
“Yes.” His voice was strained. “Christ, Fanny, I really hope time isn’t an issue, because I may come if you move.Pleasedon’t move.”
“And coming is another way of saying orgasm? How fascinating.”
“Is this a lecture?” he asked, sounding a bit incredulous.
She curled her hand around his nape and drew his head down. “It’s an education, and I am exceedingly glad to have you as my tutor.”
He pushed a bit farther, filling and stretching her. She gasped, and he asked if she was all right.
“Just accommodating. This is…different.” The discomfort was all but gone. “I’m waiting for that desperate sensation to return.” She looked up at him with worry. “Unless… Am I only to have that one orgasm?”
“Not if I can bloody help it. Though I understand the first time can be less satisfying.” He kissed her, his lips lingering against hers. “Let’s see if we can get you there again.” He slipped his hand between them and found her clitoris again. He circled her flesh, sparking that now-familiar desire.
“Yes, that’s it,” she breathed as arousal flared through her. Having him inside her elicited a new and delicious sensation. But there was something missing. She wanted to move. “Can I really not move?”
He took his hand from between them and planted it next to her head. “You can. You should. That’s what we do. Allow me to demonstrate.” He nearly withdrew from her, then pressed forward. He repeated the motion again and again.
“That’s quite nice.”
He nipped her neck. “There you go with ‘nice’ again.”
“It’s lovely. Wonderful.”
He moved a bit faster, driving into her with more force.
She sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh, now that’sspectacular. Do it again.”
