“Oh, for God’s sake,” she groused as she grabbed his hand, shoving it under her skirts. He took her lead quickly enough and made his way up her thigh until he found what he wanted.
“Tell me you want this as much as I do,” he breathed out, his cock already twitching in his trousers.
She muttered testily, but her arms were already circled around his neck. “Possibly more. It’s hopeless. I can’t stop wanting you.”
He kissed her hard, tongue tangling with hers as his fingers parted her furrows. He licked into her mouth in exactly the way he was planning to lap at her cunt. With two fingers he spread her and ran his thumb over the hot little nub that made her melt for him. She bucked against him, those enticing moans that drove him mad escaping her lips.
“Please,” she begged as he pushed down the bodice of her dress to take a nipple into his mouth.
“What do you need, love? Tell me where you ache.”
“You know where,” she gasped as he worried the hard peak between his teeth.
“You want me to go down on my knees and love you with my tongue, sweetheart?”
“Why do I have to give you instructions?” She sounded absolutely infuriated, but he already knew how to bring out her more docile side. “Mmm yes…Like that.” She gasped, as he touched her, his finger moving in tight circles against her clitoris.
“You’re so wet for me already. I want to be inside you, but first I want to lick into you until you’re screaming my name.”
“Yes, that,” she said frantically, already working to undo her corset so he could have better access to her breasts. “Kiss them,” she demanded, pushing them toward his mouth.
“Mm.” He moaned as he sucked on her, making sure he used his teeth, and felt a rush of wetness lubricate his fingers. “I know you enjoy my teeth on your tits, love. I’m going to play with them a bit more, but then,” he said as he pressed two fingers inside her, “I’m going to take you right against this door.”
“Please.” She brought her hands to his head and nudged him down until his mouth was where they both needed him to be.
“You’re always ready for me,” he said, unable to hide the possessiveness in his voice.
“You are too full of yourself,” she said as she gathered her skirts and widened her legs, baring herself to him.
“Oh, that’s beautiful.” The awe in his voice was not feigned. Her lips were a dark brown on the outside and pink inside. Gorgeous. “This has become my favorite place in the world,” he whispered, blowing a bit of air on her sensitive skin. It elicited a long moan from his lover.
“More, Arlo.” His heart skittered in his chest from the need in her voice. He wanted to give her everything. Sink into her and taste her skin until they were both sated and wrecked. Until neither of them could come up with a single reason not to keep doing this.
“I could make a meal out of you,” he growled.
“Promises, promises,” she groused between gritted teeth, and he was caught between almost spending in his trousers from the reediness in her voice or dissolving in laughter at her shameless demands.
“Mmm, I’ll give you whatever you want.” He flattened his fingers and slapped her clit while his tongue entered her, making her sob from pleasure. He did it again, and a rush of liquid soaked his tongue. Her legs started to tremble.
“I’m coming. Please Arlo, I want you inside.”
He scrambled up as she hurriedly undid the placket of his trousers. “But the cap…,” he said between kisses as she stroked his cock.
“It’s in,” she said gruffly. “I know enough to know I can’t control myself around you. And don’t be pompous about it.”
“I would never,” he promised even as he struggled to hide the satisfied grin on his face. But soon his attention was back on her. He lifted her and she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. They gasped in unison as he filled her, rocking against each other. The pressure in his groin built as she met his thrusts in earnest. “God, you’re perfect. I could die right here, right now, a happy man.”
“Please don’t die until I come again,” she grunted as she brought her hand to her pussy and started rubbing her fingers in a tight circle.
This woman would be the end of him. He could not lose this. He had to tell her. “Touch yourself, sweetheart, tell me how I feel inside you,” he said, as he drove hard into her, the door shaking from their efforts.
“You know you feel perfect and that you’ve now ruined me forever.” Her voice was strained, but devastatingly honest as she brought herself to climax. And soon she was clamping down, making his own orgasm barrel into him. He thrust into her until he was utterly wrung out. Somehow, he was able to get them to the bed unscathed where he laid on his back with her sprawled on top of him like a debauched empress.
“You get a bit too much satisfaction from carrying me around,” Marena protested.
“I like your body and I like touching you. I find that I want to keep doing it for as long as you’ll allow me,” he said, knowing he was risking her running off again.
“Arlo, I don’t know,” she said weakly, while she pressed kisses to his neck.
“I will let you set the terms. As much or as little as you want,” he said as he worked on divesting her of her chemise.
“We both know that between the two of us, I will never be the one setting the terms. You have all the power in this.”
“I’d have all the power if I were willing to use it to convince you,” he clarified. “But I am not. This is solely up to you.” He turned her face, which she had hidden in his chest, and brought her chin up to look at him. “You are the only one who can grant me access to your life, to your body. If you don’t want me, I will walk away.”
“I’m scared that it’ll change everything.” He could see how much she wanted to say yes, and he wished he could promise her nothing would come between them, but she was right. Things would not be easy. Even for a duke, challenging societal norms meant certain sacrifices. And yet he was certain he’d be willing to make them, for her.
“Everything’s already changed, love. Don’t you feel it?” he asked as she buried her face in his neck. “I want to be clear. I am not asking you to be my mistress. I will make you duchess, if that’s what it takes to keep you with me.”
“Arlo,” she wailed, scrambling to sit up, but he kept her tight to him. “You can’t say things like that.”
“Why ever not? It’s the truth.” He punctuated each word with a kiss or a caress, and soon she was pressed to him again, sitting astride him, her round bottom against his cock, which was already hardening for her. Perfect. She was perfect. “If you tell me you don’t want this too, I will not ask again.”
“I can’t say that,” she admitted. She brought her mouth to his, and he opened, immediately lost in her kiss. Their tongues sparred while he ran rough hands over her delectable back and arse. “I love kissing you,” she sighed, burrowing farther into him, her breasts rubbing against him, legs tangling with his. And in that moment, he knew what it was like to be whole.
“I’ve always been bold when I’ve needed to be. I’ve had to be, but this makes me feel afraid,” she confessed.