He growled. “Anything.” And then hot, laving, tugging sensations “Anything.” A gentle nip.
And then a not so gentle nip.
He devoured her with an enthusiasm she could not have imagined, fanning the desire he’d already ignited.
Everything he did, every touch, every taste, every move he made focused upon her needs and wants. He’d yet to remove any of his own clothing, and Loretta wasn’t so emboldened as to do it for him.
In no time at all, she was lost to all logic, pressing herself into his hand, gasping and writhing. How did he know? All she knew was sensation. Need and then gratification. And then greater need, sharp, vulgar carnal need.
Until everything spiraled mercilessly, sending her flying into the white explosions behind her eyes. She cried out, clutching him. Riding his hand. Tumbling around inside of her mind.
Ah.
Ah, yes.
Thank You
Thomas feathered kisses along her brow. There was nothing else in the world like a woman after she’s experienced her climax.
After she’d come.
She lay beside him, spent, soft and lethargic. The color in her face, the flush on her neck and breasts had him unfastening his falls. He didn’t think he could hold off much longer without embarrassing himself.
Settling himself between her thighs, he placed himself at her opening and slid into her silky wetness. Her heated muscles clutched around him tightly.
He sensed her withdrawal, her reluctance, at once. “Don’t go all duchessy on me now,” he ordered. Likely, guilt was already forming. She’d oppressed such needs for years, her conscience probably was niggling. He watched her open her eyes, expecting to see regret.
“How can duchess be an endearment one minute, and an insult the next?” A light danced behind her eyes as she teased him. Not regret.
Thomas reached up to smooth some stray hair away from her face. Lovely, shiny brown hair with golden glints in it.
“I guess I’m just complicated that way.” He couldn’t hold back the intensity he felt burning inside him.
“Complicated? How so, Mr. Findlay?”
He answered with a deep thrust, causing a gasp to escape her lips. “How’s that for complicated?” And then another thrust.
And another.
Slender arms wrapped around his neck. “Thomas.” She mumbled his name.
He lifted her legs around his waist and pleasured them both this time. Sweetest rhythm in the world, most erotic dance, loveliest embrace of them all. His face buried in her neck, his mouth open to her skin. “Duchess,” he gasped. Not in a million years would he have imagined. “Loretta.”
She began moving with him. Clutching and meeting him as he drove them both. Was that her heartbeat or his own? Closer. He wanted closer to this woman.
He would conquer her and yet forever be her servant.
Another kiss. Deeper than the others. His tongue stroking inside her mouth, mimicking the motions of his cock. Drinking of her. Filling her.
She gasped. She cried out.
He hurried his pace, pounding into her, seeking her very core. He couldn’t go much longer.
And then it hit him hard. Jerking, convulsing, with one last thrust he released himself. Wholeheartedly. A climax unlike any he had ever known.
As he did so, she clutched and pulsed around him. He couldn’t stop tasting her. Loving her. Kissing her.
When he could no longer hold himself up, he collapsed atop this duchess. He’d move off in a moment. But for now, he couldn’t bring himself to let go.
