Page 31 of Pursuing a Duke
The bed dipped again as he kneeled beside her, hitting her with a devilish grin and smoldering eyes. Tingles danced up her spine as she stared back, knowing he witnessed her desire for him in her expression and in her eyes. Reaching out her hand, she placed it on his chest, sprinkled with light hair, right over his heart. The beat of his heart accelerated the longer her hand lay flat against his skin. The knowledge that she caused it was exhilarating. The proof of how badly he wanted her gave her courage. Coming up to her knees, her eyes still connected to his,she pulled her night rail over her head with hands that trembled ever so slightly, making her realize she was perhaps not as courageous as she believed.
Andrew exhaled and his eyes narrowed, taking her in from head to toe, causing gooseflesh to break out all over her skin. Suddenly feeling vulnerable, she covered her breasts with one arm and dropped the other to cover her sex.
“Don’t,” he drawled. “Don’t hide your beautiful body from me.” With gentle hands, he pulled her arms away until she was bare to him again. “Nothing is more precious to me than you. And knowing you are willing to share yourself with me in the most natural, loving, and sensual way,” he paused as his voice cracked, “means everything to me. I am undeserving of you.”
The words he spoke and how he said them touched her. Yet he still had clothes on, making her uneasy in her nakedness. Her hands unbuttoned the front placket of his breeches. “You need to shed these.”
No sooner had she finished the last word of her sentence, than he’d jumped off the bed, pulled his breeches and undergarments off, and climbed back on the bed, barely giving her a glimpse of his engorged manhood. He gently pushed her shoulders, laying her down, and his body followed, coming down heavily as he took her mouth.
He feasted—tongue, lips, and teeth. His mouth fit hers perfectly. His tongue sparred with hers in a never-ending battle for control, a battle neither of them wanted to end. His teeth nipped her bottom lip occasionally, making her that much more aware that what transpired between them was real. The slight pain mixed with pleasure added to the intensity of the feelings bombarding her body. Every tingle, every twitch, every shudder made her know she was alive, and she owed it all to Andrew.
“I’m afraid to open my eyes to find out I’m dreaming,” she moaned as his lips broke free from her mouth. His teeth scrapeddown her neck, and she felt the pull between her thighs setting her on fire.
“I know the feeling,” he groaned as his mouth found her nipple. His tongue swirled around her pebbled peak, and she arched her back, trying to get closer. “I have dreamed about you aplenty.” He took her nipple into his mouth and suckled, causing her to gasp. “Have you dreamed about me?”
Had she?More than she wanted to admit. “Yes,” she breathed out as his teeth clamped down on her nipple, nearly making her scream. She needed to even up the sweet torture. Her hand moved between them, and she took his large, thick erection in her hand and stroked him from bottom to tip and back again. Her lips curled into a smile as his body tensed and shuddered.
“Oh, God. Do that again,” he said, his voice deep and throaty.
And so she did several times until he stilled her hand with his. “Stop... I can’t hold on.”
The one thing about being a widow instead of a virgin is she knew what he referred to—something she hadn’t understood on her wedding night.Do not think about your wedding night.
Before she could remark on his comment, he had kissed his way down her stomach, and her eyes scrunched tightly. She stopped breathing as she waited, and anticipation built. The thrumming in her body increased. His lips found her sex, and he licked between her folds, sucking her nub into his mouth.
Shocked. Emmeline was shocked. Even though she heard this whispered of in private drawing rooms... Aiden had never.
Andrew’s hands nudged her legs open wider, and he buried his face between her thighs. Embarrassment tried to push itself into her mind but was lost to the demands and needs of her body as Andrew did wonderful and unspeakable things to her. Things that had her legs wrapped over his shoulders, and her entire body weighed down heavily with desire until she crashed.It hit her like an untamed, stampeding horse. Her body trembled and tightened. She fisted Andrew’s hair, holding him between her thighs as his mouth and tongue gave her the most exquisite, torturous orgasm she’d ever experienced. When she reached the other side, her legs slid off his shoulders, her arms flopped across the bed, and she didn’t believe she could move... ever again. She felt languid and satiated like she’d never been before.
Andrew climbed up her body, placing butterfly kisses here and there until his body covered hers, and he chuckled into her ear. “Did you enjoy that, my love?”
The truth was she’d enjoyed what he did. More than she’d ever thought was possible. How did one answer such a question? Not to mention, how did one function after being pleasured so completely?
“Hmmm, it was fine.” She went with an elusive answer after his playfully smug question.
Leaning up on his hands, he smirked. “Fine? Just fine?”
Laughter bubbled up from deep inside her. “Do you need your sexual prowess complimented so your self-esteem doesn’t become an issue?
His lips took hers in a punishing kiss, then he pulled away abruptly. His chest heaved as he inhaled deeply. “My self-esteem is just fine. Your screams were all the verification I needed that I saw to your complete and utter pleasure.”
She nudged his shoulder with her hand. “I did not scream. Do you think my mother heard? She is across the hall.” Oh dear, how embarrassing if she did. Not that she had to worry about keeping it a secret from her mother. She would be happier than happy. No one occupied the room beside her, so she was safe there.
“I hardly think your mother could hear you across the hall. But... I’m not finished with you yet.”
And he wasn’t.
His fingers skimmed up her thigh, and she couldn’t believe her body quivered with need again so quickly. He spread her folds, circling her nub with his thumb as he inserted one finger inside, then another, sending her hips rising off the bed of their own accord. He replaced his hand with his cock, pushing slowly an inch at a time. His mouth returned to hers, and he kissed her deeply. Not carnal and wild as before but gently, reverently. He sipped from her lips as if they held the sweetest wines in the world, and then his tongue mimicked the actions of his member once he was seated to the hilt.
Emmeline moaned from the fullness of Andrew being inside her. He was thick and long, and it took a moment for her body to adjust, but adjust it did until the fullness felt like it belonged inside her. Their hips moved together as he pulled in and out faster and faster. Her legs wrapped around his waist, his hips thrust over and over, his lips broke from hers, and their eyes locked together as they climbed toward release. She crested over the precipice, biting her bottom lip to keep from yelling out. At the same time, Andrew groaned and quickly pulled out, spilling his seed onto the sheets. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close then groaned, “The sheet’s wet.”
She couldn’t help it and she giggled. “Move us over, there’s plenty of dry bed behind me.
He repositioned them and sighed. “Much better.”
Laying in Andrew’s comforting arms now, her head resting on his chest, Emmeline sighed with contentment and exhaustion. Neither spoke again. Words were not needed after what they had experienced together. They both knew what had transpired between them was beyond exceptional.
As she drifted off to sleep, she pushed back against the guilt trying to wiggle its way into her mind.
