Kiss Me Duke - Tamara Gill Page 0,35

she bade.

"What are you doing?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his orbs.

Molly kneeled before him, running her hands along the top of his thighs, the buckskin breeches under her palms soft to touch, and yet the muscle beneath bunched and pulled tight.

"If I'm to look fetching in my gown, it is only because I've married the most handsome man in Italy, and he's my escort."

"About that," he said, running a hand over his jaw. "I cannot attend the ball this evening. Some estate business has arrived from England that I need to go over. I'm very sorry, my love. Will you forgive me?" He leaned forward, kissing her. His lips were soft, warm, and desire thrummed in her veins.

Would it always be like this for her with Hugh? Would she always crave him as much as she wanted him at this very moment?

"I can attend on my own. I'm sure I shall endure the ball very well without you, but I shall miss you." She smiled, wanting to put him at ease. "I am, after all, quite used to attending such events by myself."

Hugh frowned, reaching for her. "I do not want you to go on your own. Why not stay here with me and we shall attend to our own festivity? Just the two of us?"

Molly chuckled, a wicked idea coming to mind. She reached up to the clasps on his breeches, meeting Hugh's gaze as her fingers made light work of the buttons. A sinful glint entered Hugh's eyes, and he adjusted his seat to help assist her in pulling his breeches down.

His manhood sprung free, fully erect and all hers. This close and in the daylight, she could study him much better, play, and learn. Molly ran a finger along a large vein that ran from the base of his penis to the head. A small droplet of moisture beaded on the top, and she ran her finger over it, rubbing it between her thumb and forefinger. It was smooth, just like his manhood itself. Never before had anything felt so soft. A velvety skin over hard steel. An amazing thing really when one thought about it, and she was both fascinated and tempted to learn more about what she could do with it now that it was hers to savor.

Molly leaned forward and licked the tip of his penis. It was salty, dissimilar to anything she'd sampled before, but not disagreeable. Hugh's hands clamped the sides of his chair, grounding himself still. Molly cast him a swift look. His jaw clenched, a small muscle pulsated at his temple. Even so he did not attempt to stop her, or guide her in her journey.

She leaned forward, this time licking the full length of him, from base to tip. His intake of breath spurred her on, and she suckled the tip of his manhood before taking him fully in her mouth. Her tongue rasped against his member, and Hugh pumped his hips, guiding her with his hands tangled in her hair how he liked it.

Molly liked it too. Loved that she could tease him, love him in this way just as he'd similarly loved her. She had fallen quite in love with Hugh's kisses against her cunny and had wondered if it were possible for her to give the same pleasure in return.

It would seem that it was so.

"Yes, suck me like that," he gasped, pushing deep into her mouth. Molly reveled in the feel of his manhood in her mouth, hard and deep. She reached down, touching herself, aching for him to do the same, anything that would sate her need of him.

"Oh, no, you do not," he said, pulling her off him.

Before Molly knew what he was about, he'd stood, pushing her to lean against the chair he vacated. Cool morning air kissed the backs of her legs, and she glanced over her shoulder to see her shift lifted to reveal her bottom.

Molly held on to the chair, expectation thrumming through her as Hugh positioned himself behind, and then he filled her. Thrust into her aching self and took her, hard and fast. Molly muffled her moans in the chair's cushion. Hugh took her rough and hard, everything that she wanted.

"Oh, yes. Hugh," she moaned. He reached about her waist and teased her flesh, rubbing her with his fingers and taunting her until she did not know where she began, and he ended. It was too much. The pleasure, the need too strong. He would