Page 38 of Reforming the Rakish Marquess

He laughed. “Not at all. Give me a moment and we can do so if you wish. I would very much like to do so.”

There went that grin again. Her entire body was aflame. The wicked thoughts and images of what they would do flooded her thoughts.

“I know there are other positions,” she said. “I saw them in the book of Diana’s I told you about.”

“You never told me how she came across such a book.”

“She found it in Graham’s study,” she explained. “Apparently, it belonged to the previous Powis. It was quite informative.”

His shoulders shook from his laughter. “I’m sure it was.”

“Do you have a favorite position?” she asked.

“Not necessarily,” he responded. “They are all enjoyable.”

His expression turned wicked, and she shivered, longing for him to touch her.

“I can show you one that will allow you to take me even deeper if you wish, assuming you don’t feel too sore.”

No longer able to control herself, she ran her hand along his chest and massaged his muscles. “I’m not sore at all. Tell me what to do.”

He drew a deep breath and licked his lips. Staring at his lips did things to her insides. He put his hand over hers. “Are you certain?”

“Without question.” That was an understatement. She was on fire and might actually erupt into flames if he didn’t take her again. She would never know how she went so long without experiencing such bliss.

“Hand me a pillow,” he said.

She did so, handing him one from the other side of the bed. He placed the pillow between them, near their midsections.

“Lay on your stomach, supporting your lower waist with the pillow.”

She came up on her knees and positioned herself behind the pillow and laid over it. Her bottom was elevated in the air and her arousal heightened when the cool air reached her core from the way her legs spread, leaving her bare to him.

“That’s it,” he drawled. He rose and positioned himself behind her. His finger circled her pearl, and she moved against his hand. Slowly, he slid two fingers inside her, causing her breath to catch.

“You are so fucking wet.”

She rocked against his hand and was frustrated with her lack of ability to move as she wished. She pushed up to her knees and took better control of her movement. Jude groaned, and she smiled, knowing he couldn’t see her face and how it delighted her to elicit such a response from him.

He removed his fingers and gripped her hips.

“I’m going to enter you from behind. Tell me if you don’t like this.”

She angled her bottom closer to him and arched her back so she was better positioned for what he would do to her. She moaned when he spread her legs further and his cock teased her opening, before he was inside her with a single thrust.

He was deeper inside her than she even knew was possible, and it was the most magnificent experience she had encountered thus far. She was completely wanton and not ashamed of it. She pushed back into him to meet his thrusts and actively engaged in the intensity of the moment without abandon. He gripped her hips tighter and increased the speed that he entered her, groaning her name.

“Yes. Jude. Don’t stop.”

He turned feral, pumping himself into her. He put a bit of pressure on her back with one hand, so she laid her chest flat against the bed.

“You are so perfect,” he whispered. She almost hadn’t heard him between their heavy breathing and panting.

The slight change in position was almost more pleasurable than she could bear.

She covered her mouth and cried out when her core clenched around his cock from the intensity of it all, while the surges of pleasure reached her fingers and toes. She rocked back against him, riding each wave of ecstasy, taking every second of bliss she could get before he abruptly removed himself from inside her and warmth pooled on the small of her back. Her name escaped his lips again in a sweet whisper, which only made her long to kiss him.

“Remain still,” he said before he reached for the cloth and gently cleaned her again.