Her Favorite Duke (The 1797 Club #2)(49)

She leaned in and darted her tongue out to trace just the head. He responded by flopping back on the bed, his hips lifting toward her of what seemed like their own accord as he let out a bark of incoherent pleasure.

“It seems the answer to my theory is yes,” she whispered, and licked him again, this time swirling her tongue around him slowly.

He pushed up, his cock passing her lips briefly, and her eyes widened. While he’d licked her with his tongue when he pleasured her in this way, he would likely find his pleasure differently. After all, when he was pulled into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth, it was very much like thrusting into her sex. That would be what would give him release.

She gripped the thick base of his cock and wrapped her lips around him, drawing him in as deeply as her body would allow before she withdrew. He twisted below her, his eyes coming closed as he let out a ragged sigh that told her everything she needed to know.

She repeated the action, rubbing her tongue against his thick length as she did so over and over. When he moaned, she marked it. When her speed changed, she tested his reaction. Slowly, she began to learn his pleasure and the fact that she could make his legs shake, his heels dig into the mattress, was pure power.

“Meg,” he gasped at last. “God’s teeth, I’ll spend.”

She lifted her gaze at him with a smile. “That is the goal, isn’t it?”

“Not tonight,” he grunted. “Tonight I want to be inside of you. Please.”

Her eyes went wide at the please and she gently released his cock to stare at him. His face was taut with pleasure and tension, his eyes wide with both pleading and hot desire.

And on their wedding night, she couldn’t deny him any more than she could deny herself. She moved back up his body, kissing the same trail she had followed on her way down. When she reached his lips, she kissed him deeply as she positioned herself over him, straddling his lap, for that seemed the best way to take him.

He shifted, and she could see him wanting free of his bonds again. His arms strained, the muscles tight and his knuckles white from gripping fists against the fabric. She wanted those hands on her. She wanted him fully.

“If I untie you,” she asked as she brushed her lips against the harsh line of his jaw. “Will you flip me over on my back and take over?”

“Is that what you want?” he murmured, his voice dark now, dangerous.

She shook her head. “No. Well, yes, of course that would be lovely. But I want to…to…”

“Ride me,” he suggested.

She lifted her head and stared down at him. “Yes. I’ve already been claimed. Tonight is my turn to claim you. Will you let me if I untie you?”

He nodded, the movement jerky and swift. “I will.”

She leaned forward to unloop the cravat, her fingers fumbling with the knots she’d tied. He grinned up at her as she fiddled and he tugged hard, rending the fine silk apart and sending pieces of it fluttering around them on the bed as he freed his hands.

“My valet will despise me for that,” Simon said as he sat up, wrapping his arms around her. In this position they were now face to face and she shivered at the intimacy she so longed for. Intimacy of spirit as well as body.

“Do you care?” she whispered.

“Not a bit.” He angled his head and kissed her. She let her arms come around him and held tight, memorizing the sleek strength of his body, feeling his cock hard and ready between them.

At last he lay back, sliding his hands to her hips. “I promised I wouldn’t dictate this. So tonight I’m yours, Meg. Take what you want.”

She caught her breath. Hers. How she wanted it to be true, but she feared it wasn’t. The passion between them often felt completely separate from the rest. But she would still try, she would never give up on making this man her husband in every way she had secretly fantasized about since she was little more than a girl.

She shifted, reaching between them to align their bodies. When she glided him into place, taking him inside of her the first few inches, they both shuddered in pleasure together. When she flexed her hips, he slid easily to the hilt and she shut her eyes briefly. His fingers tightened against her skin and he rocked her gently.

Now her gaze flew open at the riot of sensation that rocked through her body. He grinned and said, “Yes,” in answer to a question she hadn’t the power to ask out loud.

She moved with him as he guided her, rolling her hips, grinding her pelvis to his and drawing him deeper and deeper until she couldn’t find a place where she existed and he didn’t. Pleasure built in her as she took him, pleasure in her body, pleasure in her very soul, and judging from the twisting tension on his handsome face, he was finding the heights of it too.

And then she was soaring, flying off the edge of a terrifying cliff as her body rocked with release and she cried out his name. He sat up once more, one smooth motion, and dragged her mouth to his as he lifted up into her. He grunted out her name against her tongue and she felt the hot spurt of him inside of her as he crushed her sweaty body to his.

They remained like that for what felt like a blissful eternity, legs and arms tangled, bodies intertwined, his mouth brushing across hers. She clung to him, joy swelling in her that they could have this kind of connection, a glimpse of a future that she so desperately wanted.

But at last he drew back, staring into her face just inches from his. And she saw the transformation from a man who was wrapped up in passion to the man who would put walls between them.