Page 27 of Duke with a Deception
She smiled and kissed a path over his right pectoral. “Is such a thing possible?”
“With you, yes. God, yes.”
Her lips flitted over him again in the barest whisper of a touch, and he groaned.
“Why were you so determined to wait to consummate our marriage, then?” she asked softly.
“I was trying to take my time. I didn’t want to rush you.”
She kissed lower and his cock twitched. “I am glad you didn’t wait.”
“So am I, angel.”
Her lips continued their perilous trajectory, growing ever nearer to his straining erection. And as much as he wanted nothing more than to sink his cock into her mouth and let her pleasure him, he was keenly aware she was a neophyte and that he was supposed to be the one in control.
How thoroughly she had undone him. It was time for him to return the favor.
Swiftly, he rolled them both until she was on her back and he was atop her. “It’s too soon for us to make love again. Let me please you instead.”
She shifted beneath him, the movement making her nipples graze his chest, her mound brushing against his rigid length. “But I want to please you too.”
“You do, angel,” he promised her. “You do.”
King turned his attention to her breasts and to the silken haven between her thighs. He took one stiff peak into his mouth, suckling her as he glided his fingers over her mound before delving into the cleft where her clitoris hid. She was slick, so slick, and hotter than Hades. He caressed her until she writhed against him, her breathy pants telling him she was close to reaching her pinnacle.
King released her nipple and glanced at her, thinking her unbearably lovely in the steadily growing morning’s light. Her hair was a wild tangle spread over his pillows, her lush lipsparted. She was all cream and curves, innocence waiting to be further despoiled. How damned fortunate he was to be the one despoiling.
“How does that feel?” he asked her.
She licked her lips. “Quite lovely.”
He was still learning where she was sensitive. No two women were entirely the same when it came to such matters, and he wanted to know what pleased Verity best. She was far more forward than he had expected her to be, at ease and comfortable with her body and nudity. And he was pleasantly surprised by her sensual nature.
He flicked his tongue over her other nipple. “Have you ever made yourself come by touching here?” he queried, stimulating her bud with his fingers.
She was getting swollen and wetter, just what he wanted.
“I… That is to say…” she began, only to trail off, adorably embarrassed.
And he had his answer. His glorious minx had. How delectable she was.
“What do you do for yourself?” he crooned, taking her nipple in his teeth and giving her a gentle tug. “Show me.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.” He blew a stream of hot air over the pink, puckered tip of her breast and withdrew from her inviting cunny.
“King,” she protested, writhing beneath him, her hips chasing his retreating hand.
He chuckled. “Needy little wanton. Let me see. I want to know what pleases you most. I need to learn all your secrets.”
“I don’t know…”
He reached for her hand. “If you’re feeling shy, then use my hand. Guide me. I am your faithful servant, here to please.”
He nuzzled the curve of her breast, gratified when she accepted his suggestion, slowly taking his hand in hers and returning it to the tempting apex of her thighs. Her fingers settled over his, guiding him to her clitoris.
Her breathing was labored. But then, so was his. There was something unspeakably erotic about Verity showing him how she pleasured herself, this time using his own fingers. About the two of them working together to make her come. She increased her pressure, showing him what she liked, spurring him to make his touch fly over her bud faster. The wet sounds of her cunny filled the silence, and he groaned, unable to help himself.
