A Duke in Time (The Widow Rules #1) - Janna MacGregor Page 0,93
mouth while he palmed the other breast. The sensation made her see stars. She raked her hands through his hair and then held him to her, begging him to continue. He chuckled slightly but did it again. She moaned as she cradled his head between her hands. He lifted himself then kissed her on the mouth with a slow sensual ease.
Before she could kiss him in return, he returned his attention to her other breast. She arched her back at the sensation.
Suddenly, he lightly nipped her. In response, she mewled softly. He drove her wild, and she never wanted him to stop.
Thankfully, he didn’t. He kissed the undersides of her breasts, then shifted a little lower until he kissed her belly. She gently stroked her fingers through his hair while cataloging every touch and caress. He made her feel as if she were precious and wanted.
He kept going lower, pressing his lips against her hipbone. With languid eyes, he tilted his gaze to her. “How would you feel about me going lower?”
“I’d enjoy that,” she purred.
He trailed open mouth kisses across her midsection, then stopped. “What if I kissed you there, and you came against my mouth?”
Her heart quivered, and heat rushed to the spot where he caressed her. This was more than she ever dared hoped for. “Would you enjoy that?”
When he nodded, the silky strands of his hair caressed her skin. “I know I’d enjoyed it, and I think you’d enjoy it too. I want to give you every conceivable pleasure I can think of this evening,” he whispered. “If you aren’t comfortable, then we won’t. Tonight is for us to enjoy each other.”
She held his gaze. “I just thought we’d do”—she waved her hand between them—“it.”
“It?” He smiled and, in response, her heart did a flip in her chest. “Oh, darling,” he sighed. “The preparation for ‘it’ is the most important part. Don’t you agree? The other day you liked it when I touched you here.” He stroked gently through her curls, and she arched her hips.
When she looked down, an incredibly erotic sight greeted her.
He was leisurely stroking himself. “I want you to feel everything with me. But you decide how and when.”
Her heart melted a tad. She released a shuddered breath. “I want everything too.”
Katherine watched as Christian bent down and rested between her legs. He arranged her in such a way that she was spread out before him. She couldn’t imagine sharing herself this with any other man except him. It seemed natural. He ran his tongue along her cleft, then held her open with his fingers to give him better access.
He kissed her once, then his tongue danced against her nub in a slow, measured routine that had her gripping the cover, seeking purchase. He circled the sensitive spot over and over, then he would break his rhythm by sucking on it. She closed her eyes and let the sensation consume her.
With a finger, he entered her. She felt a tightness she’d never experienced, but it didn’t diminish the driving need for more. She grew more desperate for his touch and arched her hips toward his mouth. His movements quickened.
She was wet and achy, but she didn’t want him to stop. Ever. This was a delicious torment, one she’d gladly experience over and over again as long as it was Christian. When he inserted a second finger and stretched her even more, she whimpered with need.
Every sense she possessed was barreling out of control. She could feel her orgasm almost upon her while he gently moved his fingers in and out and his mouth continued to pleasure her.
When she thought she could bear no more, Katherine closed her eyes. Her body stiffened in release as she gasped his name. Pleasure radiated through every limb until it congregated low within her body, then bloomed into a riot of sensation. She felt weightless as her release was ten times more potent than the one they’d shared the other day.
When she opened her eyes, he’d materialized like a specter above her. He was panting gently, and the intensity of his expression meant he was as affected as she was. “Katherine.” The sound of her name in his rough voice pierced every part of her, marking her as his.
She lift her arms to hold him, and he eagerly moved over her. She would have him, claim him in this moment of time, and nothing and no one would come between them.