Page 54 of Deviant Duchess
He did this over and over again, bringing her to the edge of the cliff, then slowly walking her back just as she was about to tumble off until she was a quivering, flooded mess of desire in his lap.
“Cedric,” she whimpered as he pulled her back from her last near-leap, “Please.”
“Please what, sweetheart?” He asked, feigning innocence. He wanted to hear her say it. Wanted to make her beg him again. Only this time, he had conditions. Ones that God would forsake him for, and the Devil would crow with pride.
“Open those pretty eyes and tell me what you need,” he commanded, then gently flicked the taut bud of her clitoris.
With a gasp, Deborah’s lashes flew up, revealing those startling green orbs he was so very quickly becoming addicted to.
“Please, Cedric,” she whimpered, then seemed to fight the urge to let her eyes roll back as he sank his fingers deep inside, “Let me…ohhh…”
“Yes?” He taunted, curling up toward that sweet spot that she loved having touched, “Let you what?”
Deborah drew in several deep breaths as the pink on her pretty cheeks grew crimson.
“Let…me…release,” she struggled to plead, then her head tossed back with another moan as he swirled the thumb on his opposite hand over her clitoris as he continued shallow thrusts with his other.
“Should I?” He taunted, cocking his head as he watched her threaten to tremble apart, “You left me in such a state last time. You havenoidea how long mycockached for you after you ran away from me.”
Deborah shook her head desperately against the pillows.
“I- I will not do that again,” she panted, “I did not know. I swear. Tell me. Show me what to do you and I will.”
Her willingness, herneediness,nearly drove Cedric over the edge right there, and he felt droplets of his own need begin to seep into his trousers as his mind already began to conjure images of what he would ask for.
“Say you promise,” he all but growled as he picked up the pace with both of his hands, bringing her dangerously close to her release.
“I promise,” she panted, writhing under his touch, as if trying to get his fingers to move deeper inside of her, “I promise, Cedric.Please!”
Power and pleasure surged through him as he heard Deborah beg, and he finally let his fingers slide fully back into her tight, slick channel as he increased the pressure on her bud, and Deborah shattered in his lap. She arched her back as he felt her release gush over his fingers and onto his palm. Her lips parted into a wideO,and he barely had time to move his hand from her clitoris to her mouth before he stifled her scream of ecstasy.
“That is it, my beauty,” he achingly rasped, watching her buck and bow under his hands as she came for him. “There’s my good girl.”
Deborah whimpered under his palm as her body slowly started to sink back down into the sofa, but Cedric was not done yet. Just as she would keep her promise, he was going to keep his.
He moved his hand away from her mouth and toward the nape of her neck and lifted, bringing her lips to his in a ravishing kiss that had them both moaning. Then he moved, laying her down fully on the couch so he could slide down between her parted legs, and slid his tongue over her soaked mons.
White stars exploded behind his eyes as he tasted the proof of her ecstasy on his tongue, and without another thought, he began to feast with utter abandon.
“Oh, God,Cedric!” Deborah moaned as her hands fisted in his dark hair.
“More,” he snarled between her thighs, and then slid his tongue deeper.
Deborah bucked and whimpered, her hands fisting tight into his hair as if it were her only way to cling to the earth itself.
Cedric was lost, his need so great that he forgot everything that was not Deborah. That they were in the parlor with the door still slightly open. That the curtains had not yet been drawn over the windows. That there was any pain, any duty, aside from making the woman beneath him come apart again.
And he did. As he slid his tongue from her tight sheath to her trembling bud, as he drew that precious bundle into his mouth and slid his fingers back into her channel, she came apart, whimpering his name as if it was the only word she knew as he greedily drank her release.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
“Cedric,” Deborah panted, then keened as another shudder passed through her body.
“Cedric.”
There were words. Other words, and many of them, too. She was sure of it. But this man’s - herhusband’s-name was the only one she seemed to be able to say. She had thought that the release he had given her with his fingers was intense. Then, the moment she felt his wickedly skilled tongue slide over her mons, she knew she had been mistaken. The second release he’d given her was…devastating.
Her mind blanked. Her vision had gone black. For several long moments, her breath could not leave her lungs, and she feared she might actually suffocate on ecstasy. Then Cedric drew back and lightly slapped her oversensitive mons, and her soul slammed back into her body.
