Lily and the Duke (Sex and the Season #1) - Helen Hardt Page 0,17
was just one more experience, yes? Who better to introduce her to the pleasures of the flesh than a man she was attracted to and who probably had the knowledge and experience of ten men?
But it would hurt. And people might find out and shun her. Her family deserved better.
She looked down at her feet. “I’m afraid.”
“Lily, look at me.” He tilted her chin up to face him. “You have nothing to fear from me. I promise you.”
“It…will hurt.”
“It may. But I’ll do everything I can to help you. It doesn’t have to be unpleasant.”
“I-I will require discretion.”
“Of course. No one will know. You have my word.”
“And I don’t want to… That is, I have no desire for you to get your brat on me.”
She regretted the harsh words, but they didn’t seem to faze him.
“Don’t worry. I can take care of that.”
“How?”
“Just leave it to me. There are several ways to—”
“I don’t want to know,” Lily interrupted. “Just take care of it. Lord, I can’t believe I’m going to do this.”
Daniel pulled her gently into his arms. “I’ll be so good to you. I’ll take care of you. I want to give you pleasure unlike either of us has ever known. Kiss me.” He guided her lips to his.
As she melted into him, she was vaguely aware of his hands working the buttons on the back of her gown and easing it down over her shoulders until it was in a heap on the floor. He turned her around gently, untied the strings of her corset, and carefully removed her stockings and her drawers. Soon she stood before him wearing only her chemise, which left nothing to the imagination.
“You’re absolutely lovely,” Daniel whispered.
He turned her away from him again as he slowly lifted her arms, caressing them lightly, and eased the chemise over her head. He leisurely ran his fingers over her arms, bringing them back to her sides, and then slid one finger up the curve of her spine and back down. She shivered. He untied the ribbon that held her long hair in a braid and gently untangled her thick locks. They fell into waves around her shoulders. He turned her back to face him.
“I want you so much,” he said, his bewitching eyes taking in every inch of her. In one swift movement he gathered her into his arms and carried her to the bed, where he laid her down gently on the silky burgundy.
He undressed himself, leaving his garments in a heap on the floor next to the bed. His stomach was lean and rippled, his chest covered with a smattering of tawny curls. His arms were strong and muscular, and his shoulders, oh, his shoulders. How she wanted to run her hands and her tongue all over the sleek tan warmth of them.
As he came to her, she widened her eyes. His cock was thick and hard…and huge. She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering.
He grinned and winked at her. “It will fit,” he whispered.
Then his mouth was on hers again, and he sank his tongue into her and moaned softly. His sweet honey flavor devoured what little was left of her resistance. She couldn’t get enough of the silkiness and fire of his mouth. She sucked on his tongue, trying to taste every part of him. He moved his lips along her cheek, to her ear, down her neck, nuzzling and nipping her gently, and then not so gently. When he reached her breasts, he cupped them in his large hands and stared at them for a moment.
“Beautiful,” he said, his voice smoky.
He buried his face between the soft mounds, running his thumbs over her nipples. Slowly he covered them with kisses, easing toward one rosy circle. He licked it gently, swirling his tongue around her nipple until it was a tight bud. God, so good… Then he softly breathed on the wetness, and a sweet chill rushed straight to her womb.
“Please,” Lily heard herself moan. “Please.”
Daniel took the nipple into his mouth, licked and sucked it lightly. Lily shuddered and arched against his hard body, grasping the silk of his hair, pulling him closer to her. He kissed his way over to the other nipple, sucking and tugging.
“Daniel, please!”
“Slowly,” he whispered. He trailed his lips down her abdomen to the triangle of glossy black curls. Gently he parted her with his fingers. “Tell me, love, is the rest of you as sweet as your succulent kisses? Your gorgeous breasts?”