Her protestations melted into cock-hardening moans as he swiped his tongue up her juicy slit. Her flavor saturated his senses and made his head spin. To give himself better access, he pulled one of her slender limbs over his shoulder, fitting her pussy snugly against his mouth. He feasted on her, grunting with enjoyment. If the way she clenched his hair was any indication, she didn’t mind that he was a messy eater.
“When we’re married,” he said thickly, “I’m going to start every day by having you for breakfast.”
“Conrad, that is wicked?—”
“Duchess, if you think that is wicked, I wonder what you will think of this.”
Running his middle finger down her crease, he found her entrance. He eased his finger in, sweat beading on his brow. Devil and damn, she was tight. One day soon, he was going to claim this snug passage, and anticipation made his cock leap in his smalls. Until then, there were plenty of other delights to explore. He pressed deeper, feeling the resistance of her unused muscles.
“Let me in, sweetheart,” he rasped. “Let me pleasure you.”
He leaned forward, tickling her pearl with his tongue. She gasped, and his self-control suffered a blow when he felt wetness gush around his digit. Bleeding hell, she was so ripe for fucking. He thrust his finger as he licked her, greedily lapping up her nectar.
“Conrad, don’t stop,” she pleaded.
Her twitching thighs told him she was close, and he knew how to catapult her over the edge.
“Help me, sweetheart,” he urged. “Play with those pretty breasts while I eat your pussy.”
She hesitated, looking bashful…well, as bashful as a lady being gamahuched against a wall could look.
“You know you want to.” Feeling her sheath softening, he added another finger, driving deeper. “Your nipples are straining against your shift. Rosy as Turkish delight and just as sweet. Let me see you touch them, duchess.”
Slowly, she released her hold on his head and brought her hands to her heaving tits. To encourage her, he redoubled his oral efforts. He was rewarded when she moaned and cupped her breasts, her graceful fingers plucking at the engorged tips. It was the stuff of fantasies, his captive nymph pleasuring herself while he made a feast of her cunny.
“Pinch them,” he said roughly. “Do it hard.”
She obeyed, trapping those naughty buds between finger and thumb. At the same time, he shoved two fingers as deep as he could and sealed his lips around her pearl. He sucked, and she yelped his name, flooding his mouth with cream.
A gentleman would have probably left it at that, but he wanted more from her. Wanted everything…and he wasn’t stopping until he got it.
Still trembling from her climax, Gigi’s breath caught as Conrad suddenly spun her around. He covered her back with his chest, pressing her against the wall. The rough stone abraded her nipples, setting off sparks of pleasure. One would think she would be satiated, but when he reached between her legs, desire surged anew.
His mouth hovered by her ear.
“Don’t make me wait until I get back from London,” he coaxed. “Give me your answer now. Say you’ll marry me.”
She tried to be rational. While he had apologized for his behavior and disclosed more of his past, she was realizing how many secrets he held. Her heart told her to trust him, but her head was yelling at her to be more sensible.
“We don’t know each other well enough,” she began.
“You know everything important about me,” he asserted. “I will be a good husband.”
She bit her lip, thinking of what he’d revealed about his last relationship.
Either of us could have gone our own way at any time—and we frequently did.
“What is it, love? You don’t believe me?”
“I believe in fidelity,” she blurted.
“Gigi.” Moving his head, he stared into her eyes. “I would never betray you in that fashion. I will be faithful and expect you to be as well. How could you think otherwise?”
“You said…with your last lover…”
“She meant nothing,” he said bluntly. “You, on the other hand, are everything. Not only will I be true, but I will also protect you with my dying breath. These are vows I’ve never given to any woman. Never wanted to, until I met you.”
Oh, he was persuasive. And that was to say nothing of what he was doing with his hand.
