Page 48 of The Best Marquess

“Finn,” she said, turning his name into a mewling plea as he nuzzled her inner thighs, kissing his way toward her mound.

Using both thumbs, he fully exposed her most secret flesh. Then he dragged his tongue from her back entrance to her clitoris.

Pippa moaned as a jolt of intense pleasure arched her right up off the bed. But he was ruthless, his tongue exploring and darting, flicking and laving, while his gaze remained locked with hers, seemingly measuring each response to the sinfully good play. No part of her pussy remained unplundered; he lavished attention on her clitoris before pushing his tongue inside her, making a sort of a humming sound as he lapped up her honey and went back for more. Finn even circled her back entrance, and a dark thrill shot through her at the forbidden act, making her writhe helplessly. So sensitive!

“Oh, you like that, Pippet?” he rasped, continuing to torment her with his tongue and lips. “One day I might do more. Would you like my finger in your backside? Perhaps a nice little jade dildo? Penetration is one thing, but double penetration…that is a delight for the truly wicked. And my Lady Knighton is a wicked one, isn’t she?”

He fastened his lips around her clitoris and sucked hard. Pippa came with a blinding rush, screaming her pleasure as the orgasm scooped her up and hurled her over a cliff of pure ecstasy. When at last the pulses eased, her hands scrabbled against his back, trying to pull him closer. “Finn, she begged. “Please. I need you inside me.”

“Yes,” he said. “Apologies, Pippet, this may hurt a bit.”

“I know. Hurry.”

But he didn’t hurry. In fact, Finn moved with agonizing slowness, bathing the head of his swollen cock in her copious wetness, nudging her entrance, penetrating her the barest way then retreating.

Frustrated beyond measure, Pippa slapped his shoulder.

Finn laughed raggedly. “Have mercy. I’m trying to learn…er, what works best. Don’t want to hurt you. Or come too soon.”

Unable to take any more teasing, Pippa reached down and took his cock in her hand, fitted it to her pussy entrance, then shoved her hips up brutally hard. The flash of pain made her wince, but Finn was inside her at last and oh God, that was just where he needed to be. Experimentally, she tilted her hips and lifted her legs so her heels rubbed against the back of his thighs. Ohhhhhhh yes. That angle, right there. “Much better.”

“Pippa,” he moaned as his hips jerked and his cock went even deeper. “You’re so tight. So hot. Feels so good…fuck.”

The awe and wonder in his voice, almost as though he’d never had a woman before, emboldened her. Well, he had called her wicked.

“Oh, you like your wife’s pussy, Lord Knighton?” she murmured in his ear as she nipped his neck. “I bet you can’t make her come again. No lover could be that talented. Not even in a novel…”

Finn thrust deeper and a wild cry tore from her throat at the avalanche of sensation; his chest hair abrading her nipples, his groin rubbing her clitoris, the way his cock stuffed her pussy full. Incredibly, that wondrous starburst of a feeling was building in her core again, and Pippa moved with him, her nails clawing his back, her thighs riding his hips as she reached for paradise. And then she was there, her pussy spasming around his cock and it felt even better than before, so good her head fell back and she screamed in abandoned bliss.

He snarled, and seconds later he yanked his cock from her pussy and coated her mound and lower belly in seed, before collapsing beside her on the bed.

Pippa froze.

Why had he withdrawn? What on earth was going on?

Finn had spoken so fiercely about how precious children were, she had just assumed they would begin trying for an heir. Unless…he didn’t think she would be a good mother?

And just like that her cares and the intrusive world returned with a resounding thud.

Chapter 10

Finn yawned and stretched, rotating his ankles until they clicked before rolling onto his side and burrowing further into his pillow. He and mornings had never been friends, and today he felt particularly reluctant to get up, after having the best sleep of his life.

Because you are wedded and bedded!

All the events of the previous day—and night—crashed into his brain and his eyes flew open. “Pippa?” he said, bolting upright in the bed that would forever be enshrined as a sacred location of two momentous first-time events: feasting on England’s sweetest pussy and losing his virginity.

“Over here.”

At the sight of his wife curled up on a chair in front of a stoked fire, quill in hand and a piece of parchment balancing on a book, hot color flooded his cheeks. He was officially the worst husband in history; bedding her then falling asleep without so much as a kiss goodnight or an offer to fetch a warm washcloth. What kind of man did that?

Finn bowed his head. “Viscount Knighton pleads guilty to multiple crimes, your honor. Messiness, allergy to mornings, and neglecting his new wife after a most magnificent evening. He is utterly repentant and hopes very much to atone.”

She snorted. “The court concedes mitigating circumstances. Anyone who has to manage lawyers, bankers, physicians, the Archbishop of Canterbury, a seriously ill father, a tearful mother, and my villainous grandmother, may rest without prejudice.”

“But I didn’t take care of you properly.”

“You took care of me in a most satisfactory fashion. One might almost say…very well,” Pippa replied, her cheeks pink. “Besides, I like to wake early and attend to correspondence. I’m just writing to Lilian with all the details of the wedding.”