CHAPTER 27

HE READ HER SHOCK IN the widening of her eyes, the flushing of her cheeks that spread all the way down her chest into her beautiful breasts.

"W-what?"

"Touch your pearl," he explained. "Rub that little nub I licked before. I want to see you give yourself pleasure."

"I couldn't possibly..." She trailed off, shock and embarrassment painted all over her face. Damn, she was more innocent than he had imagined. And he had pushed her hard tonight.

And he would continue to do so. Because she had enjoyed it. Her interest in the erotic book, her reactions at the pleasure club... She was like a shy vixen coming out of her den. He had given that to her. She had thrived under his ministrations. And she deserved the pleasure. She was a woman grown. She had been married for over a dozen years. It was criminal that such a sensual woman had not been awakened to desire.

Placing one of her legs on his shoulder, he traced a finger through her moist folds, slick with his seed and her own arousal. He circled her clitoris, side-brushing the tight bundle of nerves.

"Just place your fingers here. And then let your body tell you what to do. Find your own rhythm, your pleasure."

"No. It's indecent." She shook her head, her eyes still wide with shock even as her hips undulated of their own accord under his touch.

"Yes." He removed his hand, leaving her poised on the edge of desire and wanting. She grunted and threw an arm over her eyes.

"You do it," she begged.

"Oh, I will. Many times. But now I want to watch you do it until the image is engraved in my mind. I want you to think of me while you give yourself pleasure. Because, Duchess, I'll be thinking of you whenever I'm not with you."

The last sentence threw a black veil of despair over him. He never wanted to be away from her. He wanted to spend the rest of his life loving this woman, bringing her pleasure in every way conceivable to man. But he pushed down the sorrow. Down to where it couldn't spoil this perfect moment.

"If you want, I'll let you watch while I touch myself as well." He offered with a twisted smile as he took hold of his member and slid his hand up and down his engorged shaft. Her gaze fastened to his member, and her mouth fell open in shock and arousal.

Damn, he had never been this hard, this aroused. Especially not so soon after the most spectacular release of his life. A tiny whimper escaped her lips, and his cock wept.

"Touch yourself," he gritted through a jaw clenched with the effort to endure.

At long last, she obeyed, sliding her fingers into her folds and brushing her clitoris with a tentative touch. The sight of her, open and wanton, her legs spread, displayed for his pleasure, almost made him come on the spot. But he held back, concentrating on her pleasure instead.

"That's it, darling. Doesn't it feel good?"

Her fingers now moved with confidence, gaining speed, her hips rolling, her back arching as she sought the elusive sensation. He urged her on with his words. Until he saw her approach her climax.

"Stop," he commanded.

Her eyes opened, fixing her unfocused gaze on him, as if she couldn't comprehend his words. Her fingers did not obey, so he reached out and removed her hand. The frustrated whimper she emitted had him chuckling.

"I know at this moment you are cursing me, sweet." He got on the bed, kneeled between her spread legs, positioned his cock at her soft entrance. "I'll make it better in a moment. But I want to be inside you as you come. I want to feel the pulsing of your flesh around my cock."

WELL, SHE COULDN'T object to that. Not when his thick, hard member stretched her with its delicious slide. She relished every inch of his possession as he buried himself to the hilt inside her. Her flesh contracted around the magnificent fullness, and she had the satisfaction of hearing him gasp.

"Wicked." But there was reluctant amusement in his gaze.

He leaned forward, the change in angle causing delicious ripples of desire in the place where they joined. Supporting himself on his elbows, he covered her with his torso. Her nipples grazed his chest as he rocked into her. She whimpered at the pleasure of being skin to skin. Her hands skated down his flanks, feeling the strong, wide muscles, and came to rest on his rock-hard buttocks. Their rocking motion as he thrust into her with a measured rhythm heightened her pleasure.

She kneaded his buttocks, wanting more of him. He was filling her to the brim both physically and emotionally. Her flesh stretched to the limit, and still she wanted more. He brought their mouths together, fusing their lips in a deep, soulful kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, mimicking the possession going on down below.

She went a little insane with want. The noises she made would alarm her if she had been capable of rational thought. Her arms and legs clamped around him, wanting to hold him closer than physical bodies were capable of. He growled, reclaiming her mouth. Deeper, faster. His arms twined around her, holding her while below, his body pounded into hers.

The friction of their bodies was too much to bear. Pleasure was a hot lava that kept rising, bubbling to the surface. One of his hands snaked lower, wedging beneath her arse, changing her position.

The new angle allowed him to hit some point of exquisite pleasure inside her. She screamed, the noise muffled between their mouths as another cataclysm overtook her. She was flying. Weightless. Vulnerable. She would feel afraid, except for his arms, that were holding her secure. Protected by his strength.

In the middle of her crisis, she heard his own hoarse cry of pleasure as he emptied inside herself with a mighty shudder.

After that, they lay entwined in each other's arms, stunned, unmoving, for a long time, their bodies and hearts still joined. She savored the closeness, knowing that her heart would always remain connected to his, even after their bodies separated.