Page 78 of The Duke's Rules Of Engagement
“Your pleasure.”
He was trying to keep breathing, to keep going slow, to remember this was all new to her and he needed to be gentle. Above all, he wanted her to love every second of being with him, and to experience pleasure like she had never known. And although every bit of him was screaming to possess her and take her and take his own pleasure from her soft, willing body, he controlled it. It would happen. But only when she was ready for it, too.
“I don’t think it will fit.”
“It will,” he assured her.
“But it might break me in the process.”
“It will be uncomfortable at first, but it won’t break you.” He led her toward his bed.
“Are you certain?”
“I promise.” He lifted her and laid her on her back onto his bed, then trailed his hands down her thighs and her stocking-covered calves to remove her boots. Nudging her knees apart, he knelt between them and leaned over her to kiss her, allowing his body to rub over hers, his hardness abrading her softness in the most erotic way possible.
She kissed him eagerly, her hands stroking his back, then pushing at his shoulders as he moved lower, down her neck and to her breasts, whispering sweet endearments and describing how beautiful and soft and delicious she was between kisses.
He kissed and licked the soft, full flesh and her erect little nipples until he lost track of time, his cock raged, and she wiggled and gasped beneath him, panting, “Oh, oh, oh.”
He moved his hand between them, and, parting her folds, slipped into her wet heat. Drawing one of her nipples into his mouth, he pushed one finger inside her and grazed her inner walls in a way that made her buck.
He pulled his finger almost all the way out then pushed in again, allowing his palm to graze the sensitive bud above her opening as he flicked his tongue over her nipple.
“Matthew!” Her body arched, and he knew he had her. He intensified his movements, touching and grazing and stroking and thrusting until she cried out, beautifully and loudly. Her entire body clenched, and with an intense shudder, her release roared over her. She came in wave after glorious wave. When she finally went limp, he pulled his hand free of her, nuzzling her breast and then moving up to her lips. Finally, he pulled away and gazed at her. She looked back at him, sultry, her eyes half lidded, her hair fanned out around her face.
“My Jo,” he murmured. “So beautiful.”
She pulled him down to her for a long, sensuous kiss, licking into his mouth until he was out of his mind, rubbing his cock against her, and she was once again shifting restlessly underneath him.
“I can’t,” he finally said, jerking away from her. “I can’t… I’m going to…”
“I’m ready.” She gazed up at him with…was that love in her eyes? He blinked, and it was gone. No, surely it had been lust. Raw, heated lust. She wanted him with a heat he had never seen before. “Now,” she whispered.
He heaved in a great, shaking breath and, leaning on one hand, positioned his cock at her entrance. Just the feel of her wet heat against him made him groan. “Oh, God, Jo.”
She arched her pelvis up as if to welcome him in, and, trembling violently with restraint, he slowly pushed forward, his eyes rolling nearly all the way back in his head at the sensation of the silky clasp of her body around him.
He felt the moment he breached her virginity. She stiffened, and he went still, shaking with the effort of holding back, a bead of sweat trailing down the side of his face. “Damn it to hell,” he gritted out. “Sorry.”
Her fists curled on his shoulders, and he felt the scrape of her nails.
“It’s…all…right,” she panted. “Don’t stop.”
Her words unlocked his restraint, and with one thrust, he pushed fully inside. She gasped, even as she arched up to meet him.
Just give her a few moments, he told himself, dragging himself out so slowly he was sure it was going to kill him, then pressing inexorably back in. God, she felt so good. So, so damned good.
As he moved, she slowly relaxed under him until her jaw, which had been tightly clenched, released, and her lips parted. She stared up at him as if in awe. Lodged deep inside her, he lowered himself to kiss her lips. “Better now?”
“Yes.”
Slowly, he sped his strokes, until her legs rose to wrap around him and she moaned under him—not with pain but with pleasure, and he closed his eyes and let himself be overwhelmed by Joanna Porter. By her clasping body and clutching hands and sweet smell and moans that moved under his skin and became a part of him until he wasn’t sure if she was making the low noises or he was.
It didn’t take long. He’d known it wouldn’t. He’d been ready to come even before he’d pushed inside her. The pressure built at the base of his spine. God, he didn’t want to pull out. He continued for as long as he could, savoring the feel of her, thrusting harder, faster, until every muscle in his body strained taut and he yanked out of her, reaching down to work himself as his body undulated in release, spilling his seed over the pale, soft skin of her stomach.
Chapter Twenty-Three
After he fetched a handkerchief and gently cleaned her off, Matthew lay next to Jo, pulling the bedcovers up over them and cradling her against his still-naked body, her head in the crook of his shoulder, her arm draped across his chest and her leg draped over his thighs.
