Page 75 of Duke with a Desire

“It is?” She frowned up at him, noting his eyes were glazed, his jaw slack, his chest moving up and down with each breath.

He certainly looked like a man who had been enjoying her neophyte efforts, and that reassured her immensely.

“It is,” he reassured her. “I know I’m large. Only take what you feel comfortable with, Phee. Use your hand for the rest.”

He was indeed large and long and thick. And she understood what he meant, for although the man she’d seen had not been nearly as large as Apollo, the woman had used her hand to pleasure him as well. Ophelia resumed, gripping the base of Apollo’s cock and taking him back into her mouth as far as she could without gagging.

“God yes, Phee,” he groaned, hips moving in time to her mouth gliding up and down his shaft.

He was slick with a combination of her saliva and the spend that was already leaking, salty on her tongue. She closed her eyes and lost herself in him, concentrating on nothing but the glide of him on her tongue, the sounds he made, the frantic rhythm of his hips. He was coming undone for her, the hand at her nape guiding her head as she bobbed up and down, showing her what he liked, his hips sending him deeper into her mouth.

“Breathe out,” he urged her, “and hum as you do it. See if you can take more.”

She rolled her lips back down his thick shaft, feeling herself growing wetter by the moment. Then she exhaled, humming as she did so, and he thrust. The movement took him to the back of her throat. She swallowed but didn’t gag this time.

“Ah, fuck,” he groaned from above her, sounding broken. “I’m going to come.”

She didn’t know if it was a warning or a celebration. Either way, she didn’t want to relent. She wanted him in pieces. She wanted him to fall apart at her hands and mouth, to lose himself.

“If you don’t pull away, I’m going to spend in your mouth,” he warned roughly.

Ophelia didn’t pull away, just kept sucking until her cheeks hollowed, humming as she took him into her throat again.

With another groan, he pumped into her mouth, feeding her his cock, and then there was the hot spurt of his seed flooding her mouth. She swallowed some as he withdrew suddenly, leaving her gasping for breath.

He took her chin in a tender grip. “Open, sweet Phee. Show me what you did to me.”

There was still some spend on her tongue, thick and salty and tasting of him. She parted her lips, letting him see it there. Her clitoris throbbed with almost unbearable need. She’d never felt more desperate to have him.

“Such a good girl, Phee,” he said, caressing her cheek. “Now, it’s your turn.”

She swallowed the rest and allowed him to pull her to her feet. It startled her to realize she was every bit as breathless as he was.

“Get on the table, love.”

She stared at the mahogany table where they had been consuming their late luncheon. Plates and the remnants of their feast littered the polished surface. Apollo followed her gaze and swept it all away with one swift swing of his forearm. A plate clattered to the floor and shattered at the opposite end of the table.

“Apollo,” she chastised.

“I’ll buy a replacement,” he said, his gaze intense. “Now get on the table so I can return the favor.”

She moved to do as he asked, but he caught her chemise in his grasp, giving it a tug. “Take this off first. I want you naked when I devour you.”

“But the table,” she protested breathlessly.

“Is the perfect height,” he countered. “And besides, I don’t know if my legs are functioning again just yet.”

That made her smile. “Did I do it right?”

“Too right, love. You were absolutely perfect.”

His praise filled her with warmth. She stripped off her chemise, throwing it to the floor. There would be a dreadful mess to clear away in the morning. She would tend to it before they returned to the manor house. It wouldn’t do to leave it for the poor Wingfield Hall domestics.

“Table,” Apollo ordered.

She obliged, bracing her hands on the furniture to lift her bottom upward and perch herself atop it. Her legs dangled. Apollo’s stare was hungry and as dark as a storm brewing over the ocean as he took her in. His banyan still hung open, revealing his glorious chest to her and his now-sated cock, glistening and curved against his thigh.

He positioned his chair so that he was before her, then set his hands on her bare knees. “Open for me, Phee.”