Evie blinked, her hands and legs lying limp at her sides.“My word, that was intense.”
One side of his mouth tipped up in a half-smile.
He deserved the self-satisfaction of a job well done.Now she had another approach to add to her repertoire.Perhaps she could push him to complete her knowledge.
“My turn.”She rose and shoved his shoulder to get him flat on his back.Straddling him, she licked her favorite spots—the skin under his ear, his nipples, along his hip bone—before taking his shaft in her mouth and repeating the rhythm he’d used on her.
He stopped her before he reached climax, however.Instead, he’d flipped them again, so she was on her back.Kneeling between her legs, he’d drawn her thighs on top of his.
For a second, she’d hoped he’d given in, and she’d enjoy the full experience of making love with this hard-working man turned duke.Because it was love.Everything he did had erased any doubts she may have harbored.She hadn’t needed the time she’d requested from her aunt.He was more than she could have hoped for in a husband, a future father to her children, and a representative of fairness in the House of Lords.She wanted nothing more than to spend her days with him in the library and her nights with him like this.
But her wish was not to be.Instead, he’d tugged her hips closer, taken his cock in hand, and rubbed it along her folds.Her orgasm ensured that her swollen flesh was wet with her residual excitement.His cock was covered in her saliva and was weeping pre-ejaculate besides.
“Hold yourself open,” he commanded.
When she did, he aimed for the hard kernel of nerves already building to another climax.His hips thrust as she imagined they would if he were inside her, but instead, the length of him slid forward and back, igniting sensations that radiated through her.His free hand came to pinch her nipple, and she arched her back toward him in response.
Grabbing his thighs, she levered herself in counterpoint, meeting his forward drives, speeding his reversals.
“Can you come from this?”he asked.
An unfamiliar warmth went through her at the question, emotional rather than physical.Even in the throes of passion after she’d climaxed and he hadn’t, he was considerate.
She nodded.
“Then hurry.”
His comment made her smile until he brought his free hand below his cock to slide into her weeping channel.
She raised her hips and pumped them in a tight, fast rhythm under the head of his cock where he was most sensitive, one hand holding him against her at the right angle for them both.
“Yes, yes, that,” he gritted out.
Pleasure spiraled through her again, and she pulsed against his cock, squeezing him with her hand for a long moment before collapsing flat.
He gripped his shaft and shunted his hand up and down it a few quick rounds before spurting onto her belly in long strands of thick white liquid.
After cleaning them both with a cloth from the washstand, he lay beside her again.
They’d taken to sharing tidbits of their childhoods with each other—Evie’s were suitably edited not to reveal her privilege—after sex.
“’Tis your turn, I believe,” she said.
“Did I ever tell you about my time in London?”
* * * *
Ohh, this sounded interesting.She’d asked questions about his work at the Old Shoreston pub but had not discovered his reasons for disliking the nobility.Indeed, his comments about his mother’s new husband, the Earl of Northumberland, were complimentary.Perhaps this would shed some light on his feelings.“No.”
“This is not really from my childhood, mind you.I was down there working to help my stepbrother a few years ago.”
“Your stepbrother?”
“Luke Lynwood, heir to my stepfather from a previous marriage.As opposed to my half-brother, Bruce, who I grew up with and who owns the pub I managed.”
She nodded her understanding, combing her fingers through the light covering of hair on his chest.
“He was setting up a place—I guess you’d say a cross between a hospital and an inn—for men to recover from a dependency on spirits, snuff, or gaming.It’s called Free Your Spirits.”
