“Did you, sir? Then, pray, what kept you from me?” she demanded.
“Our guest and his passion for Whist, I fear,” was his answer. “It was quite late when Prinny decided he would go to bed. Mr. Brummell is far more sensitive toour newly married state despite his youth and bachelor status. He attempted several times to coax Prinny from the card table, but to no avail.”
“You are here now,” she said in a tone he would have sworn was seductive.
“Madame, are you flirting with me?” he teased, and chuckled when she blushed. There was still so much innocence about her. He reached out, and pulled the ribbons of her night garment open. A single finger flicked each side apart. “Are you suggesting, madame, that I make love to you?” He looked directly at her.
“Yes,” she replied eagerly, taking his breath away when she drew his head down, and brushed her lips across his mouth.
He needed no further encouragement. Burying his face between her two little breasts he began to kiss her most passionately. “You are delicious, Allegra! I want to devour you, my dear.I shall devour you.” His mouth fastened over a pert nipple, and he suckled upon her flesh. His head was spinning. His heart was hammering with his excitement. How could he have been so blind about love?
Allegra sighed happily as his mouth and his hands began to roam over her warm flesh. What was happening to her?You are falling in love, the little voice whispered in her head.“No!”she cried aloud.
“What is it, my darling?” the duke said, raising his head from her breasts. “Are you all right? Do you want me to cease?”
“No, no,” she said. “Don’t stop, Quinton.”Why had he called her darling?“Oh, yess!” she murmured as his lips moved down her shapely torso. “Ohh, that is nice, husband,” she told him as he licked at her belly. “Ohh, I want to do it!”
“Do what?” He had stopped in his worship of her body.
“I want to make love to you. Wives can do it, can’t they?” she asked. “I don’t want to be some passive lump of dough. I want to learn to make love, too, Quinton. Can I? Will you show me how?”
Sitting up, the duke yanked his nightshirt off and threw it by the bed. “You have but to do what I do to you. And yes, wives can make love to their husbands in return, Allegra. I am flattered that you want to make love to me.”
“You give me pleasure, my lord. We are friends now, and I would give you pleasure in return.”
He lay back. “Then do so, madame,” he told her.
Matching him, Allegra pulled off her own nightgarb. Then she sat cross-legged at his side studying him for several long and silent moments. Finally she reached out with her hand and touched the hair upon his broad chest. “It’s soft,” she noted aloud, her fingers ruffling across it. Then she traced the narrow line down his flat belly curiously. She wanted a better view of him, and so to his surprise Allegra climbed atop him, plunking her bottom upon his thighs. Reaching out she ran the palms of her hands over his long hard torso. Her fingers teased at his male nipples. Leaning forward she brushed them with her own nipples.
He drew his breath in sharply, unable to help himself, amazed by her boldness.
“Did you like that?” she asked curiously.
“Your touch is arousing,” he admitted honestly.
“You have a beautiful body, Quinton,” she told him. “I saw pictures of ancient statues in books in Papa’s library. That is how I may make my comparison.”
“I would not have thought otherwise, my dear,” he responded gallantly. His male member was absolutelythrobbing, imprisoned between his thighs beneath her round buttocks. He wanted to roll her over and plunge himself into her sweetness.
“What is the matter?” she asked him, seeing the look in his silvery gray eyes that she didn’t understand.
“Climb off me, you little bluestocking, and I will show you,” he said, half laughing.
Allegra obeyed. Then she gasped at the sight of his risen manhood, which thrust from between his muscular thighs. It was the first really good look she had had of it, and Allegra could scarce take her eyes off of it. Tall, blue-veined, and hard, it bobbed before her eyes. She was mesmerized by the sight.
Quinton Hunter lay his bride back amid her pillows once again. Mounting her, he pushed gently into her love sheath with a single smooth motion. She was very wet and hot. “Do you understand the power you can exert over me, Allegra?” he asked her softly as he bent and kissed her lips lightly. Then he began to move upon her, slowly at first, and finally with quick, hard strokes of his lance that sent her senses reeling with mindless pleasure. Allegra cried out, unable to restrain herself.
“Ohhh, it is so wonderful! Do not stop, Quinton!Do not stop!” Then with some silent, ancient instinct guiding her she wrapped her legs about him allowing him even deeper passage within her eager body.
Her unexpected action rendered him hot with new lust, and he drove himself deeper and deeper into her until he could hear his heart thundering in his ears. Her body was shuddering with their fulfillment, which once again, as on that first night, they shared together.
“Ahh, Allegra, I cannot help myself, but I adore you!” he cried out. “Do not hate me for it, my darling! I want you to love me even as I love you.” He caught her facebetween his hands, and began to kiss her with a desperate passion.
She hadn’t heard him say he loved her.Had she?She was so fuzzy and replete with her satisfaction. “We don’t believe in love,” she murmured almost to herself. “Love hurts.”
“It doesn’t have to, my darling,” the duke said. “Ohh, Allegra, open your eyes and look at me.”
Slowly the heavy, thick, dark lashes lifted themselves from her pale cheeks. Her violet eyes stared directly into his.
