Page 43 of The Duke's Lesson in Love

ChapterSeventeen

“Are you sore?”

Gill laughed, surprised by the inquiry. “Why do you ask?”

He could get used to waking with Sadie in his arms. Since the wedding, they had practically spent all their time in bed. She was as generous in her lovemaking as she was in the way she loved him with her whole heart. Though she hadn’t admitted it, he felt her love in the way she treated him, her concern, her tender touches, and when she looked at him with contentment in her eyes. He could not ask for a more precious wife.

His laugh turned into a groan when her tongue wrapped around his hardened nipple.

“You’ve asked me that same question for the past two days.”

Two days of Sadie’s introduction to the sexual arts where they didn’t leave their room, except to sup with Edwin who was being looked after by their travel companions. His innocent wife was an apt student and fast becoming an expert in reading his body.

Pushing the sleeping bonnet off her head, his hand sunk into thick, loose twists in her hair. The tight coils wrapped around his fingers, ensnaring him. He wasn’t leaving her side, not in this life or the next.

He gripped her hair until she released his nipple and their gazes met. “It’s my duty to care for you.”

“Then you wouldn’t object to making sure my husband is fit to pleasure me,” she said, pulling his nipple between her teeth.

He barked another laugh then hissed. “So, it is pleasure you seek, not the state of my injured shoulder.”

She flushed and he bit back the laughter tightening in his stomach. His shoulder was much better, and while he could not lift his arm above his head without agony, he no longer wore the brace all day. The doctor was insistent he exercise the arm unless he wanted to lose mobility and Sadie tested every ounce of his strength with lovemaking. He was clever to use their passion and he was not complaining in the least.

Her eyes went to the darkening wound on his shoulder.

“Come to think of it, I am sore.”

“You are?” Guilt widened her eyes.

“There is something you can do…if you insist on tending to me.”

“Of course!” She made to roll off him, but he anchored her firmly against him. She frowned. “Do you not want the salve?”

“The only salve I desire is your wet heat glistening on my shaft.”

She sucked in a sharp breath, and he almost came from the memory of warm air fanning his member seconds before his hard length had disappeared between her lips. But her mouth was not his aim this time.

At his words, her eyes traveled down the length of his body. The moment her gaze took in his swollen cock, his shaft jumped in anticipation. His senses were heightened by their sex permeating the air. Of all the times he had filled her with his seed, marking her womb as his. He had never been this possessive before, but Sadie drove him to stake his claim until his seed bore fruit.

“Ride me,” he said.

Her gaze swung back to his, eyes dark with interest. While frenzied, so far, their lovemaking had been tame.

“Mount me,” he suggested and watched with hooded eyes as she did his bidding. As she straddled his waist, his hands were free to roam over the generous curves of her body. The weight of her breasts filled his palms. Slowly he massaged them, pressing them together until the valley separating them disappeared but it was not enough. He needed to suckle the engorged buds into his mouth. Milk them.

Swiftly, he sat up, wincing slightly at the stab of pain in his shoulder as he braced the headboard. He gripped her bottom, kneading her rounded rear. He wanted his mouth there too, kissing the curvy slopes.

“Take me into you, sweetheart.”

She raised her hips.

His teeth clenched when warm fingers curled around his rigid rod, guiding him to her entrance. She was magnificent.

And she was his alone. His to protect. His to love.

Slowly, inch by inch, she lowered herself, enveloping him to the hilt. “Like that?”

Gill groaned, the sound rumbling in his chest. Closing his eyes, he savored the warmth of his wife’s slick folds wrapped around his girth. He was buried deep, his member throbbed to kiss the entrance of her womb. If he didn’t know the sensation of friction inside her channel or the flutter of her climax before he emptied his sacs, Gill would have cum the moment she nestled him inside her tight sheath. But he did know, and he would not deny either of them that pleasure.

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