familiar. She had felt it with him the other night, and she knew, this time, for what goal her body reached. A finger slid inside her, then a second, pumping even as he licked and sucked her. With unexpected force, she exploded, her cry of delight muffled against her hand.
Before the pulses of her release had faded, he had moved over her, released his erection from his breeches, and, with one quick thrust, seated himself inside her hungry channel. He stayed utterly still for several moments, giving her body time to adjust to his thick hardness. It had been so long since she had felt a man’s body inside her own. And even when her husband had deigned to visit her, he had never felt like this. The flaccid corpulence of his body had disgusted her. He had never filled her as Richard did, stretching her channel almost to the point of pain. He had never made her yearn to touch and taste every inch of his skin. But she did now.
Lily lifted her arms to wrap around his shoulders, pulling him even closer. He raised up and looked down into her eyes. “Damn, you feel good, sweetheart.”
She smiled, reveling in how right it all felt, and tightened her insides around his shaft. She watched triumphantly as his eyes almost closed with pleasure. “Damn, woman, who taught you that movement?”
She did it again. “No one, Your Grace. I discovered it all on my own. Just now.”
“Well…not completely on your own, sweetheart.” He gave a wicked grin. She started to laugh, amazed that she would do so at such an intimate moment, and then he moved, and she quit laughing and started moaning.
“Ummmm…do that again,” she whispered.
“Yes, ma’am,” the duke answered.
He began sliding in and out of her, setting a slow steady rhythm designed, she knew, to drive her absolutely insane. His mouth moved against hers in a kiss that mimicked the motions of his body. The double penetration ratcheted her arousal even higher, and her hands reached around to clasp his buttocks, urging him closer and closer. She felt his muscles flex with each thrust.
“Tell me you want me,” he murmured against her mouth, and she gasped out a soft reply.
“I want you. You know I want you.”
“Again,” he demanded. “Louder.”
“I want you.”
“Yes.”
Suddenly she felt it again, that tightening pressure, and she knew that she was going to go over again. “Richard. Richard…it’s happening.”
“Yes, baby. Come for me. Come again, all over my cock.”
She cried out his name and came, her body trembling with the intensity of the climax. He didn’t stop, continuing his thrusts, riding her through the orgasm and showing her no mercy as he strove for his own release.
He reached beneath her hips and tilted her up so that the angle of penetration changed. He began pistoning into her, harder and harder. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper until he called out harshly and emptied himself into her.
He pushed himself off her and slumped to the bed, tugging her against him and enclosing her in his arms. Gradually she regained her senses, becoming conscious of his body against hers where they lay entangled on the bed. He bent down to give her a soft kiss, and Lily smiled sleepily into his eyes, sated and replete.
When Lily awoke the next morning, she was alone in her bed, but the tangled covers betrayed the truth of the night before. Richard had reached for her again and again, seemingly insatiable. The pleasure she had found in his arms was nothing she could possibly have imagined. She found it difficult to believe now that she had actually planned to forgo such bliss for the rest of her life.
Her lady’s maid, Ellen, entered with a cup of cocoa and a note, which she handed to her mistress. As Ellen busied herself straightening the room, Lily opened the note. After reading it, she gave a pleased smile.
“Ellen? Please lay out the riding habit again. I will be going out again this morning with His Grace.”
“Yes,
Before the pulses of her release had faded, he had moved over her, released his erection from his breeches, and, with one quick thrust, seated himself inside her hungry channel. He stayed utterly still for several moments, giving her body time to adjust to his thick hardness. It had been so long since she had felt a man’s body inside her own. And even when her husband had deigned to visit her, he had never felt like this. The flaccid corpulence of his body had disgusted her. He had never filled her as Richard did, stretching her channel almost to the point of pain. He had never made her yearn to touch and taste every inch of his skin. But she did now.
Lily lifted her arms to wrap around his shoulders, pulling him even closer. He raised up and looked down into her eyes. “Damn, you feel good, sweetheart.”
She smiled, reveling in how right it all felt, and tightened her insides around his shaft. She watched triumphantly as his eyes almost closed with pleasure. “Damn, woman, who taught you that movement?”
She did it again. “No one, Your Grace. I discovered it all on my own. Just now.”
“Well…not completely on your own, sweetheart.” He gave a wicked grin. She started to laugh, amazed that she would do so at such an intimate moment, and then he moved, and she quit laughing and started moaning.
“Ummmm…do that again,” she whispered.
“Yes, ma’am,” the duke answered.
He began sliding in and out of her, setting a slow steady rhythm designed, she knew, to drive her absolutely insane. His mouth moved against hers in a kiss that mimicked the motions of his body. The double penetration ratcheted her arousal even higher, and her hands reached around to clasp his buttocks, urging him closer and closer. She felt his muscles flex with each thrust.
“Tell me you want me,” he murmured against her mouth, and she gasped out a soft reply.
“I want you. You know I want you.”
“Again,” he demanded. “Louder.”
“I want you.”
“Yes.”
Suddenly she felt it again, that tightening pressure, and she knew that she was going to go over again. “Richard. Richard…it’s happening.”
“Yes, baby. Come for me. Come again, all over my cock.”
She cried out his name and came, her body trembling with the intensity of the climax. He didn’t stop, continuing his thrusts, riding her through the orgasm and showing her no mercy as he strove for his own release.
He reached beneath her hips and tilted her up so that the angle of penetration changed. He began pistoning into her, harder and harder. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper until he called out harshly and emptied himself into her.
He pushed himself off her and slumped to the bed, tugging her against him and enclosing her in his arms. Gradually she regained her senses, becoming conscious of his body against hers where they lay entangled on the bed. He bent down to give her a soft kiss, and Lily smiled sleepily into his eyes, sated and replete.
When Lily awoke the next morning, she was alone in her bed, but the tangled covers betrayed the truth of the night before. Richard had reached for her again and again, seemingly insatiable. The pleasure she had found in his arms was nothing she could possibly have imagined. She found it difficult to believe now that she had actually planned to forgo such bliss for the rest of her life.
Her lady’s maid, Ellen, entered with a cup of cocoa and a note, which she handed to her mistress. As Ellen busied herself straightening the room, Lily opened the note. After reading it, she gave a pleased smile.
“Ellen? Please lay out the riding habit again. I will be going out again this morning with His Grace.”
“Yes,
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