Deepest Desires of a Wicked Duke(95)

Every inch of him was delicious.

Then he turned to toss aside his trousers and she thought she might faint from the sudden stoppage of her heartbeat. His buttocks were naked. His cheeks looked so tight and firm she doubted her fingers would dent them.

She licked her lips, realizing she had actually drooled a little.

Then she thought of gripping Sinclair’s hard bottom as he drove into her and she let out a little whimper.

He turned. “What’s wrong, love?”

“Oh God, I can’t wait any longer. Come here. Now.”

His grin widened and she struggled with the fastenings of her dress. “Do you want to just pull up my skirt?”

He took over, leaning over her to undo her dress. “I want you naked. I want to taste you everywhere. Especially your sweet, juicy pussy.”

She knew what he meant. Like before. When he’d licked her—her pussy and made her come.

“I . . . I don’t want to wait that long.” She wanted to be filled. She watched the sway of his cock and wanted to feel it filling her. Thrusting. Going deep.

Portia went weak with need.

She fell back on the bed, holding her arms out to him. She didn’t know how to invite him erotically. How to look enticing for him. She had her legs spread, her knees up, ready for him.

But he lifted her, taking the time to undress her.

His hands brushed her skin as she did. She was almost ready to cry. She tried to help, pushing her dress up before he had all the fastenings done. She almost tore it getting it off her head, but she didn’t care. So many clothes! It was driving her mad—stays, a petticoat, and a silly shift.

But then she realized she was completely naked in front of him. Bare breasts and tummy and her private place. All exposed to him.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

The awed look in his eyes startled her. He looked as if he really thought she was beautiful.

She was slim. Rather too slim, but then she was always busy with work and her brothers were frugal with the allotment for buying food for the home.

She didn’t know why she felt so shy. He’d seen her naked bosom before and he knew exactly what he was getting. Small handfuls with pink nipples. He’d lifted her skirts. But he’d never seen her completely naked.

His cock was leaking. She realized a thin stream of liquid fell from the tip.

He moved over her. As he did, he eased her back so her head landed on the soft pillow and she sank back into the mattress. His strong thigh slid between her legs. Then he was over her, all broad chest and rock-hard stomach and lean hips. His cock jutted out and bumped her tummy, leaving a sticky trail.

Lowering his mouth to hers, he kissed her. Long. Slow. His biceps bulged as his arms supported his weight. She felt small beneath him, small and delicate.

His lips caressed her neck. Ooh. She arched her back, lifting as pleasure struck. He suckled her neck and she writhed beneath him on the bed.

Cupping her right breast with his hand, he lowered his mouth to her nipple. She watched his tongue come out and tease it, drawing it until it grew long and flushed and hard. He did the same to her other nipple.

“Julian,” she whispered. She was lost. It was as if she’d tumbled back ten years. She was desperately in love all over again.

He started to kiss lower.

“No.” She moaned. “I want you inside me. I can’t wait any longer. I feel all wet for you.”

His smile was tender as he looked down on her. She watched his long fingers trail down her abdomen. Touch her nether curls, then caress and part her lips. She felt her moisture. She was slick with it, and his fingers grew slick and slid over her little sensitive bump.

She looked up at him, begging with her eyes.

“Patience. It’s more fun if I build your anticipation. Let me play with your clit until you’re ready to beg—”

“I am begging. Already. Please.” She tweaked his nipples. Lifted underneath him. Reached down and wrapped two hands around his long staff and massaged his fluid into the soft but full and taut head.

“When you do that, I’m ready to come,” he growled. He grasped his shaft too and pushed it downward.

“Doesn’t that hurt?”

“It’s worth it.”

The full head pressed to her pubis; then he slid it lower, drawing it over her clit—as he’d called that place. Now she finally knew its name. She almost cried out, before she bit her lip, remembering she had to be quiet.

Her fingers curled into his biceps, gripping tight as he drew his cock lower, parting her lips again. Then he was wedged against her, feeling impossibly thick and full. His hands came back, bracing the bed on either side of her head. His hips moved, slow and coaxing, pressing his cock against her. She was so wet he slid in a little.