A Duke in Time (The Widow Rules #1) - Janna MacGregor Page 0,76

you’re comfortable with me.”

He pulled away and stared at her. The look of shock on his face melted away as his eyes blazed with a molten heat that sent more fire flowing through her veins. Without a word, he kissed her again tenderly on the lips, then whispered, “I’d like that.”

Katherine slowly unbuttoned the falls of his breeches as he watched her. His eyes smoldered, and he never looked away as he made quick work of untying his cravat.

In that moment, she was thankful she had kept a book of Meriwether’s erotic poems instead of burning it. One poem had been quite graphic about how to pleasure a man.

She let out a tremulous breath as she waited. He pulled his shirt from his waistband, and immediately his member sprang forward.

The crown glistened with his leaked seed. With such a resplendent display, she couldn’t help but moan softly. She cupped him in her hands and pressed a kiss to the head. He tasted of salt and musk. Without hesitating, she circled her tongue around him, desperate to savor every drop.

He slipped his fingers into her hair, then cupped both sides of her head to hold her in place. “Lick me.”

She rubbed a cheek against him and smiled, then ran her tongue along the length of him. He was all male—hard, hot, and wet. Holding him in the palm of her hand, she slowly exhaled and took him in her mouth, circling her tongue around him again and again.

“Katherine,” he whispered. His breathing grew labored, and she relished the effect she was having on him.

Over and over, she explored his length with her mouth. When she took him deeper, he gently removed his hands from her head and stepped backward. “I’ll come if you continue to do that.” A rueful smile broke across his beautiful mouth. “I haven’t been with a woman in … years.”

“Oh.” Instead of a witty and sensuous response that a siren would say to her lover, it was the only word Katherine could think to utter until she blurted, “Would you be comfortable if we touched our own bodies as we watched each other?”

“What?” His eyes widened.

“I … I read about it in a book of erotic poems once.” She straightened slightly but refused to look away.

Time stood still until a wicked smile graced his lips. “You do have a creative mind, Kat.”

He knelt on the floor in front of her, then made a fist around his length and moved it up and down. The act so wicked and lewd, she’d never been so excited in her life at such a sight. But the hungry look on his face as he watched her made the room spin.

“Let me see you touch yourself,” he whispered.

Closing her eyes, she reached between her legs and slipped her fingers through her wetness. Her body hummed with pleasure as she found her body clenching and tightening in response.

As she kept stroking herself, Katherine watched Christian’s face transform into a hundred expressions. Hunger, want, desire, heat, possession. All of it was pure heaven. She imagined him inside her, driving and pounding as they both found their releases.

Christian gripped his cock while he rubbed his thumb against the wet crown. He reached over and kissed her again while he ran his fingers through her wetness. At his touch, she gasped.

“I want a part of you on me when I come,” he whispered. He took her essence and rubbed it on his cock. He grasped his member, then moved his fist up and down, gaining speed. His gaze never left hers. The heat between them sparked, and she’d never felt so alive.

In concert, they increased their pace, ready to find their pleasure.

Katherine’s body had started its spiral to oblivion. The sensation quickened as she watched Christian pleasure himself. Unable to hold his gaze, she leaned her head against the back of the chair as her body tightened in orgasm. She closed her eyes as a thousand shards of light burst through her vision. She couldn’t catch her breath, but she continued to gently rub her center as she slowly fell back to earth like a feather in the air.

“Katherine, look at me,” Christian growled softly.

It took a Herculean effort, but she lifted her head. His eyes bore through hers, and his face slowly grew taut. One muscle in the side of his jaw twitched. His fist worked harder and harder, and she could tell he was close. Within seconds, he leaned his head toward the ceiling