“I believe I would,” she answered in a breathless voice, and Gabriel smiled against her cheek.
“My naughty duchess.”
His hands trailed up her body, molding, inflaming. Dragging her chemise up and off, until she was standing in front of him in nothing but her stockings. No other man had ever seen her naked. With Harold, it had always been under the covers, in the dark... She scrunched her eyes, dislodging the intrusive thought. It never occurred to her to feel embarrassment as Gabriel’sfocused gaze roamed her body, leaving no room for anything other than a sense of power in her femininity.
“You are lovely. Perfect. Lie on the bed,” he ordered.
She obeyed. When she was reclining on the soft sheets, a wicked impulse had her stretching sinuously, lifting her arms over her head and bending a knee. Observing him through heavy-lidded eyes, she found immense satisfaction in the way Gabriel’s nostrils flared, his eyes widened, and every muscle in his body seemed to tense.
Moving as if underwater, his hand reached out and grabbed hold of her bent leg. Without taking his eyes off her, he removed her shoe and made her toes curl with pleasure when he massaged the arch of her feet. He then undid her garters and ever so slowly rolled her stocking down, soothing the indentation left by the garter on her thigh with his mouth and tongue. After giving the same treatment to the other foot, he held onto her legs. Keeping them spread. His gaze focused with single-minded intensity in the center of her.
A curl of desire mingled with the first frisson of embarrassment. He was so intent, and she was so vulnerable. She lowered her hands to cover herself, but he saw the movement and instructed.
“Touch yourself.”
CHAPTER 27
HE READ HER SHOCK INthe 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.”
