With a groan that was muffled by the fusion of their mouths, he hauled her around, spinning her, and started moving her back.
Toward the bed.
Her heart started to pound in her chest even harder than it already was.It was a wonder it did not pound its way right out of her skin, it was beating so hard.
His hands moved on her, and silk slipped from her shoulders, leaving her in nothing but the silky nightrail.Johanna shuddered, arching with a gasp as his lips moved from her mouth to her throat.The thin silk between them meant her nipples rubbed against the velvet of his robe, the soft silk amplifying the sensation and hardening them even further.They tingled, throbbing, and she pressed her thighs together as her knees went weak.
The grip on her shifted as he moved her back, and she fell slightly, ending up sitting on the bed before him, her thighs spread wide rather than primly together because he was standing between them.He dropped to his knees in front of her, slipping the nightrail from her shoulders.
Johanna whimpered as her breasts were bared to him, even before he kissed the top slope of one.No man had ever seen her like this, and now he was not only seeing her, but touching her, kissing her…
One hand closed around one breast as the other reached behind her, pulling her forward.Gasping as his teeth scraped over her soft flesh, she buried her hands in his dark hair as she held onto his head for dear life.The sensations coursing through her threatened to drown her.
How could one person possibly hold so much sensation and not go mad?
“Oh!”she cried out as his mouth closed around her nipple and sucked, his hand squeezing her other breast, pinching that nipple between his fingers.It was too much and not enough, all at once.Her nipples throbbed, her core pulsing in time with them, yet it felt as though there was something more that she needed, that her body craved.The demand, without knowing what the desire was for, was wildly frustrating.
Her breath caught in her throat as his teeth nibbled on her taut bud, testing her, teasing her.Then his mouth moved to the other breast, his hands switching places so he could continue to caress the breast his mouth was not attending.
It was pure pleasure, yet utter torment as her insides writhed with unfulfilled need.The ache between her legs kept growing, even though he had not touched her there yet.
She was dizzy, coming apart at the seams, yet he kept going.His mouth kept going.Down her quivering stomach, over her skin.
Johanna gasped as he lifted her legs, making her fall back against the bed, staring up at the canopy above her as he lifted the skirt of her nightrail.The fabric made a silky river across her stomach, and she closed her eyes, covering them with her hands, her face burning hot as she realized he could seeeverything.
Intimately.
The silky blonde fur over her mound.The soft folds between her legs.The place where she throbbed and ached the most.Could he tell?Did he know?
“Beautiful,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, which elicited a sound she’d never made before.
Everywhere he touched her felt seared to the bone.She tried to close her legs, but he was between them, and his arms moved to curve around them, holding her spread open for him.
“Just relax,” he murmured.“I’m going to make you feel so good, my duchess.”
There was something about the way he called her his duchess that made it feel like so much more than a title.
Not that she had time to ponder what he did mean by it; almost as soon as he said the words, his mouth lowered between her legs.He was kissing herthere.Johanna had not known such a thing was even possible, and she shrieked in combined shock and pleasure as his tongue slid up her center.Her thighs immediately tried to close, but he was still holding them open, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, forcing her to allow him to taste her.He began to lick and suckle, making her gasp and writhe for him.It was utterly wicked.Sinful even.
And it felt so very good.
The ache that had been so confusingly insistent now had a focal point.The itch she hadn’t known how to scratch was now being licked, sucked, and satisfied.Johanna’s head whipped back and forth as she moaned, her hands pressing down tightly on her eyes as if to hide her shameful response to what he was doing to her.Although licking her down there had to be shameful as well, yet he apparently had no qualms about it.
The pleasure spiraled higher and higher, his tongue driving her wild, then he sucked on a spot that made her nearly levitate off the bed.She gasped, her hands flying to hold on to the bedsheet beneath her as she writhed for him, rubbing herself shamelessly against his mouth and tongue as wave after wave of inexpressible ecstasy rolled over her until she was utterly limp.
All that, yet there was still more.
Her mind reeled.He had not even taken her virginity yet.
ChapterEighteen
Matthew
The sweet taste of his wife’s pussy could easily become addictive.As could the sound of her gasps.Her moans.Her little noises of surprise.The way she tried to hide when he first lowered his mouth between her thighs.
His cock was throbbing, eager to be inside of her, to hear those noises when wrapped in the slick heat of her body, to feel her coming apart while impaled on his shaft.
Lifting his head from her sweetness, he grinned as he looked up the length of her body.The fall of silk over her stomach did little to hide her breasts, tipped with the pink nubbins of her nipples, and the way her lips were parted as she panted for breath.
