Her Mystery Duke(18)

Her gentleman would be gone soon enough. This very morning from the feel of things. Once more wasn’t going to hurt.

Surely not.

Her heart raced with jagged, thrilling little beats. Her mouth went dry. Delicious anticipation. She turned to face him. His eyes were closed but his patrician features were sharpened with lust.

“David?”

“Thérèse.” He touched her shoulders and pressed her down. “Suck me.”

Lord, the commanding, utterly entitled way he’d said that. No man had ever spoken to her in that manner. No, they had all used persuasion, compliments and ready coin to sweeten matters. She should tell Mr. High-and-Mighty to go frig himself then jump from this bed and leave him to his own devices. However, devilish arousal beating in her nub, a second heartbeat, held her in thrall. She grasped his erection. Heavens, he had seemed rather large earlier but now, from this angle, he appeared huge.

He rolled on his back.

She took a moment to let her gaze sweep his nakedness. Men’s bodies were all such works of beauty, crafted by the Creator for a woman’s pleasure. But this man’s hard-muscled yet lean frame exceeded even her most wicked dreams of masculine perfection.

She moved down, settling between his powerful legs, feeling the tickle of the dark hairs upon her bare arms. She grasped his shaft and squeezed him. Copious amounts of fluid leaked from the head. She moaned and swallowed, holding back from the moment that would delight them both to draw their pleasure out.

Wetness seemed to gush between her legs, slicking over her folds. The luscious sensation aroused her further. She bent and touched the tip of her tongue to the creamy fluid that glistened on the head of his cock.

Saltiness and the tang of seed exploded on her senses. The earthy scent of man.

She wanted more. She wanted all of him. Wanted to swallow him whole and to feel his huge cock straining against the limits of her throat.

Her cunt tingled as though it were on fire. She licked him clean and then, unable to wait any longer, sucked him into her mouth in one slick, swift glide. She turned her head to the left and then to the right, letting the head of his cock slide around every inch of her mouth. She reached and cupped his cods, softly, savoring the feel of their cushioned, jellylike texture. Relishing the trust he placed in her to allow such intimacy.

He touched her hair and tightened his grip until he held her head so firmly, she couldn’t move and then he thrust. All the way in, sliding into her throat so fast, it was all she could do to swallow and not gag. No man had ever done anything so presumptuous whilst a guest in her mouth. God, it was thrilling. Her cunt clenched so hard, she didn’t know if she’d had a tiny climax or not. She needed to take a deep breath but he was thrusting again.

Harder, faster. His cock began to quake against her tongue. Her heart thudded. She held her breath. All her internal muscles went painfully taut.

She had to…she had to…oh, dear God…

She slid her hand down to her nub and rubbed as hard and fast as she could. The first hot jet of his seed into her throat, his ragged groan, sent her spasming into a maelstrom of pleasure. She continued swallowing only out of sheer instinct.

She lay with her cheek against his hard abdomen, vaguely aware of his hand slowly caressing her hair. Every part of her hummed, as though singing with joy. This must be what a shooting star felt like. Sent down from the heavens to explode into a million pieces and reform upon landing. Or something like that. She laughed at her silly, disjointed thoughts.

“Jeannie”

She started and jolted to a seated position, so fast that her head spun.

He stared at her with complete lucidness. “Jeannie, darling.”

Sudden shyness swept over her and she darted under the coverlet and rolled away from him.

The covers lifted with a whoosh. David gave her shift tug. “Take this off.”

She glanced over her shoulder. “That’s not really necessary, is it?”

Nervousness energized her. Made her leap from the bed.

“Jeanne, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

A slow grin spread over his face. “Then why are you running from me?”

“I must start my day, I have my work.”

“Remove the shift.” There was a definite edge of command to his words.

Heat blossomed in her lower belly, a tugging sensation that made her want to obey. Her heartbeat pulsed with alarm. He had too much sway over her.

“Go on, remove it. Show me yourself.”

As though she had become possessed, she watched herself lean down and reach for the hem.

“Wait.”

With her hands on her hem, she froze.

“Light a candle.”

She straightened herself.

“Jeanne, what’s wrong now?”