“What if I lick you?” she asked next, her voice breathy and hot against him.
Her tongue slowly lapped at the crest of his cock. Lucian clenched his jaw so hard he saw stars. “No,” he begged.
Her brows shot up. “No, you don’t want me to?”
“Oh, I want you to.” His own voice was husky.
She licked him again and he groaned.
“Then no, what?” she repeated.
“No, you shouldn’t…” His breath was coming out in desperate pants.
“Who says I shouldn’t? What rule book is there for such things?”
“Fuck. Gemma, please.”
“Please, Gemma, what? Do it again?” She lowered her mouth and licked his tip.
His hips bucked.
“If you tell me what to do, it will feel even better,” she whispered, sliding her tongue up and down his length.
That was it. She’d convinced him.
“Suck me,” he demanded.
A wide, victorious smile spread over her face. She quickly moved her mouth over him and lowered her lips until he was halfway to the back of her throat. She sucked his length, moving her head up and down until she nearly swallowed him.
Fuuuuck. How had the woman learned so quickly? She was doing far too good a job of it. His hands clenched the sheets so hard his knuckles cracked. He was going to come in her lovely, hot mouth if she didn’t stop.
And then she did the most unexpectedly sexy thing in the world. She took one of his hands and placed it on the back of her head. “Show me,” she whispered, her lips hovering over his cock. “Guide me.”
Lucian didn’t need further encouragement. He fisted his hand in her luxurious dark hair and guided her sweet mouth down the length of his throbbing cock. Then he gently tugged her back up again. He wanted to ask her if it she was all right, but the enraptured look on her face told him she was enjoying it, and he was too far gone to stop. He guided her again and again up and down the length of him, driving himself mad with want until he could take no more. He finally pulled her away, flipped her easily onto her back, and slid all the way inside of her in one sure thrust. She was so wet and hot. It was an easy slide.
“Lucian,” she cried into his ear, making him even harder. He hadn’t thought it was possible. But he was quickly learning that with Gemma, anything was possible.
He threaded his fingers through hers just as he’d done last night. He couldn’t get close enough to her in this moment. He wanted his body to meld into hers. He pushed himself up on his elbows and stared deep into her fathomless eyes while he thrust into her again and again, watching the pleasure play across her face.
Finally, he pumped into her one last time, fiercely growling her name. And when he was finished, he fell to a heap beside her, certain that he’d just had the most fulfilling sexual experience of his entire life.
With his wife.
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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Four Days Later
“Iam going to visit my brother and sister-in-law today,” Gemma announced at the breakfast table.
This morning, she hadn’t slunk away from bed. In fact, just as she had the last three mornings, she’d stayed. Lucian had woken up and begun kissing her neck and, well, that’s why they’d been late to breakfast.
It had become his favorite part of the day, their morning lovemaking. At night, they drove each other wild and couldn’t get enough of each other fast enough. But in the mornings, he slowly slid atop her and then into her. He rocked his hips while staring deeply into her eyes. No matter when they did it, they both ended up satisfied, but there was something about the intimacy of their morning lovemaking that made it special to him.
This was the first morning she’d mentioned visiting her family.
“May I come with you?” Lucian asked. He’d long ago discarded the paper after only glancing at the headlines.Trentham’s words echoed in his head. “Pay attention to your wife,” the marquess had said. That’s exactly what Lucian intended to do.In and out of bed.
