Her Mystery Duke(24)
She would never, ever, be the same.
Sleepily, she perceived herself being carried then laid on the softness of her bed.
His kisses on her cheek wove in and out of her dream. Kisses on her lips, her neck, her breasts. Velvet moisture teased at her nipples. She moaned and writhed. He traced a trail down the center of her belly with his mouth, his tongue. Then lower. Her hips arched. He kissed her mons.
She sat halfway up and her eyes flew open.
He was naked now and his dark head lay between her legs.
Goodness, men really did do this…
He slid his tongue inside. Inside. Heated chills racked her. He widened his tongue, stretching her walls. She spread her hands upon the sheet at her sides, scratching her nails along the worn linen. He thrust in and out and sent her heart pounding with the pure thrill of it. Long moments passed. Her nub became erect, aching, longing for touch.
She began to thrash and writhe; she couldn’t help it. But he grasped her hips and held on while snaking his tongue up slowly, oh too slowly. Her bud throbbed and ached all the more. He finally touched it, just the barest flicker. She grasped his head with both hands and cried out. He put his mouth over that firm little protuberance and sucked. Actually sucked. She dug her nails into his scalp, pressed him as close as possible, and screamed.
He flicked her with his tongue, round and round in circles. Then he sucked her again. Penetrated her with two fingers. Spasms quaked through her. As they seized and released her, one after the other, she screamed convulsively.
She lay back, panting, with sweat rapidly cooling on her skin. Her throat was raw. Dear God. She’d never dreamed she could come apart like that.
The bed rocked and the old ropes creaked as he moved up until he was level with her. He smoothed back the hair that stuck to her face. “You are magnificent.”
He had just done something like that to her, yet he called her magnificent? She laughed, a hitching sound.
His erection throbbed against her. His eyes glittered with lust. No, perhaps more than lust. Passion. “Jeanne, I want something your other lovers might not have.”
“Well, I think I have done just about everything there is to do in a bed with a man.”
He laughed, the sound soft and sensual. “Somehow, I doubt you have.” He took her hand and drew it up to his mouth. But he did not kiss it. Instead he lifted it higher and placed his lips to her wrist.
Flutters filled her insides.
He traced his fingertip over the thin, sensitive skin of her wrist. “I want to bind your hands together.”
“Oh.” She was stunned. Surprised. Speechless.
Gentlemen can be naughty in the bedchamber. Knotty?
She remembered now hearing the women of the boarding house laugh about that. But seeing as she hadn’t had the occasion to lie with any true gentlemen, she hadn’t paid much attention.
“Will you trust me with something like that, Jeanne?”
Her mouth went dry. “Bind them?”
“Yes.”
“With what?” She hadn’t known her heart could beat so hard, so fast. Wetness began to flow from her cunt.
“With something gentle that will not leave a mark. Your stockings, perhaps?”
He wasn‘t jesting. He was serious. Her mouth dried even more. She tried to wet it and swallowed. “You need this to continue to…to…perform?”
“No, I do not need it.” He flicked his tongue against her inner wrist, sending sparks of heat up her arm and into her chest to tighten her nipples.
She shuddered as shocks of anticipation raced through her. “You don’t need it?”
“But I want it, with you.”
“Why me?”
“Because I desire you very much.” He swept her with his gaze. “Too much. But you must consent fully that when we lie together in that bed, you shall be totally mine to do with as I will.”
“Will you hurt me?” Her own question startled her.
“Maybe just a little. I don’t know yet.” His touch on her hair, his tone were both gentle.
“You don’t know?”
“No.” He turned her palm up and traced his fingertip slowly over the lines and creases. “It will depend on how you respond.”
Shocks of fear exploded within her, only to be chased away by the most delicious euphoria. Her nipples became the tightest, most painful points. Her breath began to come in pants. She was a little dizzy.
“Jeannie, you must trust me. I won’t harm you. I just want play. I want to make you come, very hard.”
Why must he ask for this? Why did it arouse her? And why, oh why, was she actually considering it? Considering it? She was trembling with yearning. She had never trembled for any man before David.
“I just want to bind you, to have you completely at my control and perhaps I shall—”