Page 69 of If the Duke Dares
His mouth moved to her other breast, teasing and tormenting her. Somehow, he’d moved his hand beneath her skirts and was now stroking up along her thigh.
“Yes,” she hissed. “I want you, Acton. Please.”
He nipped her flesh gently, drawing a gasp from her. “I need to taste all of you.” In a fluid motion, he reversed their positions, sitting her on the bench. But he didn’t straddle her. He was on his knees in front of her as he pushed her skirts up to her waist. “Open your legs for me, Persey. Show me your beauty.”
Indeed, Persephone had never felt so beautiful, so desirable. She did as he commanded and held her dress out of his way.
“Yes, like that, my lovely goddess. He put both of his hands on her thighs and used his thumbs on her sex, gently stroking the outer lips as he opened her. “So pretty. So perfect. Come to the edge of the bench, love.”
Persephone scooted forward as his head lowered. She felt his breath before his mouth descended to her hungry flesh. He stroked her clitoris with his thumb as he licked along her folds. Then his finger slid into her, and she arched up from the bench, eager for all he would give her.
She clutched at his head and shoulders. He pumped his finger into her and sucked at her clitoris, making her absolutely mindless as pleasure built inside her.
“Not too loud,” he said, grasping her hip before he licked deep into her.
Yes, she’d been making too much noise, she realized. It was quite difficult not to shout for all the neighborhood to hear.
Biting her lip, she tried not to cry out or to completely lose control. She was so close to the edge, to a pleasure she was certain she’d never experienced. His hand moved from her hip to her backside, lifting her so he could cup her as he feasted on her.
Persephone thrust her hands into his hair, careless of whether she pulled at him too hard. She was past the point of rational thought. Her body arched and thrust, desperate for release.
His mouth and fingers pushed her over the barrier into completion. Darkness swept her into unimaginable bliss as her body twitched and quivered.
He saw her through the storm, guiding her to peace and a languid tranquility. She felt heavy and sated. Then his fingers moved over her folds once more, and she was instantly aroused again.
Pulling her skirts down, he backed away and got to his feet. She reached for him and managed to grip the fabric of his breeches.
She tugged, though her grip was feeble. “Come,” she demanded.
He moved toward her, his cock level with her mouth. “I should go now, Persey.” His voice was raw, deep with unsatisfied desire.
“What about this?” She moved her hand over the length of his shaft, so clearly delineated by his clothing.
“I’ll take care of that when I get home,” he rasped.
“Why not here? Now?” She stroked him with her palm, her fingers moving to the buttons of his fall. “Can’t I take whatIwant?”
His hand cupped her head as he groaned softly. “I don’t deserve you. But yes, take what you want.”
Persephone unfastened the buttons in quick succession and soon had his sex free in her palm. She stroked him slowly, relishing the way his breathing grew more rapid and his hips began to move.
“What will you do?” he asked, sounding as desperate as she’d felt a short while ago.
“What do you want me to do? You were going to use your hand, yes?” She envisioned him doing that and hoped one day she’d get to watch him reach his climax.
“Yes. You could do that.”
“Or I could use my mouth as you did. Tell me what you want, Acton, or I’ll do nothing.” Her hand stilled.
“Take me in your mouth.” He guided her head toward him. “Now. Please. I want to feel you around me.”
She’d never done this, but didn’t think it could be difficult. Instinct drove her to slide her hand to the base of his cock as she put her lips to the tip. She took him in slowly, loving the feel of his velvety flesh along her tongue.
When he was seated as deeply as she thought she could manage, she pulled back. She used her hand to massage his balls and grip him again before she sucked him in once more.
“Yes, Persey. God, you are amazing.” His hips arced forward as he pushed into her mouth, driving as deep as before.
She grasped the rhythm, taking him in and releasing him—not entirely, but almost. Gripping his hip with her free hand, she guided the speed, urging him to go a bit faster. He needed no encouragement, his hips thrusting.
