Page 42 of Deviant Duchess
Curious, she leaned forward and pressed her lips there. Cedric shivered as he drew in a hissing breath.
“You can do better than that,” he taunted.
She glanced up to see him smirking down at her, and her lips pulled into a smirk of her own as she bared her teeth and sank them into the supple muscle. A low groan poured from Cedric’s throat, and in the next second, he was wrenching her head up to kiss her again. Need poured through the kiss, sending his desperation for more into her, and she kissed him back with equal fervor.
“More,” she whispered on his lips, “Show me more.”
A feral growl rumbled from Cedric’s chest as she emphasized her words with the raking of her nails down his front, sending more buttons flying through the air.
With one hand still around her throat, Cedric smoothed the other down her back until he was able to cup just under her backside, and he lifted. Deborah broke the kiss with a gasp as she felt herself being pulled upwards, and she wrapped her legs around his waist without a moment’s hesitation. Moving her hands to his hair, she scraped her nails through the thick strands and over his scalp, earning her another groan from his lips as he carried her to the couch.
He sat her down gently, but instead of laying her down the rest of the way, he dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands moving to shove the thin skirt of her nightgown up to her hips and exposing her legs. For a brief moment, Deborah remembered her modesty, but as his lips ripped from hers and began to suckle at her throat, she quickly forgot it again.
She wanted this, wantedhim.
“Please,” she whimpered, feeling his strong hands squeeze her thighs and move up to her hips. Though, what she was asking for, she had no idea.
A throaty, wicked chuckle poured from Cedric’s lips, sending a delicious vibration into the flesh at her neck.
“Are you begging for me, little goddess?”
“Yes,” she breathed, no longer wanting to play. Her need was too much, her arousal too pulsing to try to play off any sort of carefree notions.
Cedric wrenched his head up, and as he met her eyes, she saw no humor in his eyes. It seemed to him that such a moment was beyond him as well. All that was left between them was need, and neither wanted to pretend anymore that they were not affected by it.
With a groan, Cedric captured her lips again; the quickness and intensity of it made another wave of dizziness course throughDeborah’s veins. When he pulled away, she was panting and breathless, but even so, she hissed in a breath and tightened her grip in his hair as he once more kissed down her throat.
His hands were like magic, sending little lightning bolts everywhere as he smoothed his palms over her hips, up her waist, and to her breasts. A loud moan poured from Deborah’s lips as he squeezed both, and she arched her back into his touch. His fingers made quick work of the ribbon he’d only tied moments ago, and then he dragged the tiny straps down her shoulders, freeing her breasts only a moment before he captured her left nipple between his lips.
“Cedric,” she breathed, pleasure forking through her nipple like lightning as his lips and teeth suckled and teased the sensitive flesh.
Deborah shivered as she felt another gush of warm wetness surge between her thighs, and without thought, she spread her legs wider as she clung to him. Her nails continued to drag over his scalp, then down his back and wide shoulders, urging him for more. Even so, Cedric did not speed up his pace.
He took his time, using his mouth to worship the small, taut rose-pink bud of her nipple until she thought she was going to go mad. Only when her entire body began to rock continuously with shivers did he finally release the little bundle of nerves. A soft sigh of relief left her lips as he let go, but it quickly turned into a sharp inhale as he moved to the right and paid the same worshipping attention to her other nipple.
“So delicious,” he rasped, swirling his tongue teasingly over her nipple, “So perfect.”
Deborah whimpered at his praise, lost completely to the pleasure of his touch. She was so lost, in fact, that she barely felt the way his fingertips grazed up her inner thigh, but she jolted, and her eyes flew open as he lazily swirled the tips of his fingers against her mons.
“Oh,” Cedric groaned against her nipple, “So very wet for me already.”
“Is…that bad?” Deborah panted, feeling the flush in her cheeks intensify as she looked down.
Her breath caught at what she saw. Pleasure was written all over Cedric’s face as he continued to pay worship to her breasts. As if he knew she was looking at him, Cedric’s eyes snapped open and found hers.
“No,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to tease the tip of her nipple with his lips, “It tells me something.”
Deborah drew in another shaky breath and shivered as his fingertips continued to make slow, hypnotic circles over her sex.
“What…what does it tell you?” She whispered, barely able to form the words.
In answer, Cedric clamped his mouth over her nipple again as one of his fingers slid between her wet lips, sinking into her tight sheath. Sparkling dust seemed to fill the air as Deborah gasped and arched her back, hit by another wave of intense pleasure.
Cedric hissed in a breath as he released her nipple, and as Deborah met his gaze, the look of desire she found there had another gush of desire flooding from her core.
“You are practically suckling me into you with how tight you are,” he groaned, thrusting his finger deeper and turning the tip up, brushing a sensitive spot inside of her she never knew she had.
He began a rhythmic pace, pushing and pulling her pleasure like a wave that was growing with strength with every thrust of his hand.
