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cavity of her mouth to meet her tongue.
The touch of it made her weak with excitement, Marguerite thought dizzily. Her darling Charles had certainly never done this amatory thing. Indeed Charles's kisses had been most chaste in comparison with the duke's hot embraces. And very much to her surprise, Marguerite was discovering that she liked this virtual stranger's advances. Daringly she plunged her own tongue into his mouth to play with his. The two fleshy organs writhed and twisted about each other in a heightening frenzy of excitement.
The duke felt his male member growing harder and harder within the confines of his trousers. He was very surprised that his partner was able to accomplish this feat under the circumstances. He drew away slightly, enchanted by the bemused look in her cornflower blue eyes. Then taking her little gloved hand, he placed it squarely upon the bulge in his trousers, saying as he did so, "You must always accept the responsibility, ma petite , for your deliciously naughty actions." Then he began to kiss her again with slow, burning kisses that quite left her weak and feeling very helpless.
Marguerite yielded easily now to his passion, only crying out slightly when his hand thrust past the silk and lace of her bodice to fondle her breast. "Ahhh," she murmured as his thumb and forefinger began to roll a nipple between them. Her bosom felt suddenly swollen, and her bodice tight. She could actually feel moisture between her thighs. Her cheeks were hot and flushed. She knew if she could not draw a deep breath, she was going to swoon in his arms. She pulled her head away from his. "Monsieur le Duc , you are overwhelming me!" she told him prettily. "You must stop now!"
His dark eyes met her lighter ones. "I do not want to wait, Mademoiselle Marguerite. I want to take you upstairs now!" he groaned.
"Non! Non! I could not. Not now . I am practically fainting with your attentions. I have never been approached so audaciously. I know what I am becoming, but we have just met tonight. I am sure I am not ready yet to be intimate. Remember what you promised my aunt, Monsieur le Duc . You are an honorable man, I know." She gently, but firmly, removed his hand from her bodice.
"Remain by my side," he commanded her, "while I regain my composure. Sacrebleu, ma petite! I have never been aroused so quickly by any woman as I have been by you."
"You flatter me, monsieur," Marguerite told him. He had never been so aroused? To tell the truth, neither had she! Were all other men like César d'Aubert? She suspected not from what Josie and Leonie had said to her previously. Suddenly she realized that it could be very interesting finding out. She looked quickly about the room. The twin princes were eyeing her speculatively. What was it like to be taken by two men at one time, she wondered? And how was such a thing accomplished? She would have a lot of questions for her two companions. As much as she loved and trusted her aunt, she was not quite comfortable asking such intimate questions of Renée, who had after all been like her mother.
The lady in question now joined them, seating herself to the duke's right, her black silk skirts falling across his dark trousered leg. "I see," she noted, archly eyeing the still stiff protuberance in his crotch, "that my niece has pleased you, César." She patted the bulge mischievously.
"I would go upstairs with her now, but for my promise to you both," the duke said.
"I have not yet chosen a bedroom for her there," Renée told him calmly. "A perfect jewel must have her own perfect setting, eh?"
"I would take her here, on this settee," the duke growled.
"Now, César, you know we do not use my salon for lustful pursuits except on St. Valentine's Day, but of course, that will happen next month."
"You do it here?" Marguerite said, shocked.
"It is a custom of this house that on St. Valentine's Day the gentlemen who come pick one of the girls, and then they all pleasure themselves with
The touch of it made her weak with excitement, Marguerite thought dizzily. Her darling Charles had certainly never done this amatory thing. Indeed Charles's kisses had been most chaste in comparison with the duke's hot embraces. And very much to her surprise, Marguerite was discovering that she liked this virtual stranger's advances. Daringly she plunged her own tongue into his mouth to play with his. The two fleshy organs writhed and twisted about each other in a heightening frenzy of excitement.
The duke felt his male member growing harder and harder within the confines of his trousers. He was very surprised that his partner was able to accomplish this feat under the circumstances. He drew away slightly, enchanted by the bemused look in her cornflower blue eyes. Then taking her little gloved hand, he placed it squarely upon the bulge in his trousers, saying as he did so, "You must always accept the responsibility, ma petite , for your deliciously naughty actions." Then he began to kiss her again with slow, burning kisses that quite left her weak and feeling very helpless.
Marguerite yielded easily now to his passion, only crying out slightly when his hand thrust past the silk and lace of her bodice to fondle her breast. "Ahhh," she murmured as his thumb and forefinger began to roll a nipple between them. Her bosom felt suddenly swollen, and her bodice tight. She could actually feel moisture between her thighs. Her cheeks were hot and flushed. She knew if she could not draw a deep breath, she was going to swoon in his arms. She pulled her head away from his. "Monsieur le Duc , you are overwhelming me!" she told him prettily. "You must stop now!"
His dark eyes met her lighter ones. "I do not want to wait, Mademoiselle Marguerite. I want to take you upstairs now!" he groaned.
"Non! Non! I could not. Not now . I am practically fainting with your attentions. I have never been approached so audaciously. I know what I am becoming, but we have just met tonight. I am sure I am not ready yet to be intimate. Remember what you promised my aunt, Monsieur le Duc . You are an honorable man, I know." She gently, but firmly, removed his hand from her bodice.
"Remain by my side," he commanded her, "while I regain my composure. Sacrebleu, ma petite! I have never been aroused so quickly by any woman as I have been by you."
"You flatter me, monsieur," Marguerite told him. He had never been so aroused? To tell the truth, neither had she! Were all other men like César d'Aubert? She suspected not from what Josie and Leonie had said to her previously. Suddenly she realized that it could be very interesting finding out. She looked quickly about the room. The twin princes were eyeing her speculatively. What was it like to be taken by two men at one time, she wondered? And how was such a thing accomplished? She would have a lot of questions for her two companions. As much as she loved and trusted her aunt, she was not quite comfortable asking such intimate questions of Renée, who had after all been like her mother.
The lady in question now joined them, seating herself to the duke's right, her black silk skirts falling across his dark trousered leg. "I see," she noted, archly eyeing the still stiff protuberance in his crotch, "that my niece has pleased you, César." She patted the bulge mischievously.
"I would go upstairs with her now, but for my promise to you both," the duke said.
"I have not yet chosen a bedroom for her there," Renée told him calmly. "A perfect jewel must have her own perfect setting, eh?"
"I would take her here, on this settee," the duke growled.
"Now, César, you know we do not use my salon for lustful pursuits except on St. Valentine's Day, but of course, that will happen next month."
"You do it here?" Marguerite said, shocked.
"It is a custom of this house that on St. Valentine's Day the gentlemen who come pick one of the girls, and then they all pleasure themselves with