Page 31 of The Duke of My Desire

The teasing glint in her eyes told him she’d intentionally repeated his words from earlier.

“I know. Will you let me anyway?”

She blew out a beleaguered sigh then fell onto her back. “If you insist.”

Chuckling, he spread her thighs further apart and bent down, stroking his tongue along the seam of her sex, wringing a panting groan from her throat.

She tasted like salted honey, only better, and he groaned with pleasure as he licked her again.

He circled his tongue around that tight little bead she’d showed him then slid a finger inside her, adding another, pumping deep as he continued to pleasure her with his lips and tongue.

Her thighs had begun to tremble, and her hands were gripping his hair, holding him close as her hips moved to meet his strokes.

“Don’t stop,” she demanded, the words a throaty pant.

As if he could stop. He was nearly as desperate as she was now, desperate to taste her climax on his tongue and know that he was the one who’d made her body sing.

She gripped his head tighter, bucking now as she chased her pleasure and Gregory increased his pace before sucking her pearl into his mouth and drawing hard. She stiffened, crying out as shuddering tremors wracked her body, and then she went limp.

“My goodness,” she said a moment later. “You certainly are a quick study.”

He rose to his feet and smiled down at her, inordinately pleased with himself. “My childhood tutors used to say the same.”

“I’d wager you didn’t enjoy your Latin lessons as much as you’re enjoying this,” she said with a wink.

“You would win that wager.”

She sat up and reached for his hand, giving it a tug. “Come. I haven’t finished with you yet.”

His cock throbbed its enthusiasm as Gregory joined her on the bed, his pulse kicking up at what was to come. He could scarcely believe he was about to make love for the first time, and with this woman. This gorgeous, clever, incredible woman.

Damn, but he was a lucky man.

“Lie down on your back, please,” Justina requested, her politeness making him smile.

Gregory did as he was bid, stretching out on the mattress, the counterpane cool and only slightly scratchy against his skin. He gazed up at Justina, admiring her beauty, her skin luminous in the firelight as she straddled his thighs. She leaned down and kissed him, her hair tickling his chest and belly, an unexpected sensation that only heightened his desire.

He returned her kiss hungrily, gripping her hips as he gave her his tongue. She returned the favor, their tongues sparring as her hands began to wander, skating down his biceps and across his chest, her touch a sweet torment.

And then she drew back and lifted her hips, bracing one hand on his shoulder. She used the other to guide his shaft inside her, and Gregory let out a low groan, his eyes rolling back as her wet heat gripped him like a glove.

Justina began to move, riding him slowly, her full breasts bobbing with each thrust. She was gorgeous like this, and she felt so bloody good he was afraid he might lose his mind from the pleasure of it.

His eyes drifted closed, and immediately Justina stilled her movements.

“Look at me,” she ordered, the words breathless. “Do not take your gaze from mine.”

He opened his eyes, obeying her command, helpless to do anything as she worked him over, her pace quickening.

She was close to orgasm, and so was he, but he gritted his teeth, determined to hold out until she’d found her pleasure.

Her quim clenched around him, and her eyes, heavy-lidded and pleasure-soaked, stayed on his as her body shuddered and shook.

With a ragged groan, Gregory gripped her hips and thrust upward, once, twice, before lifting her up and pulling free to spill his seed on the counterpane.

Justina fell onto the bed on her back with a sigh while he forced himself to rise and retrieve a wet cloth to clean up after himself.

Once he’d finished, he lay on the bed again and rolled onto his side to look at Justina, who turned her head to smile at him.