Lily and the Duke (Sex and the Season #1)(33)
“I could get used to this,” Lily said breathlessly, touching his hair. “Sitting on your lap, being fed chocolate and fruit and wine. I feel like Cleopatra. I’m not sure life can get any more pleasurable.”
“Oh, it can,” Daniel said, sliding his lips along the side of her neck.
“Nice,” she said dreamily. “But we’ve already done that. And it couldn’t possibly be any more pleasurable than it was the first time.”
“My sweet, naive angel,” Daniel said, his entire body pulsating with need, “it will get better and better, I promise.”
Lily looked down at him with fire in her eyes. “Show me.”
He stood up with her in his arms. He kissed her passionately as he removed her clothes, plucked the remaining pins from her hair, and laid her on the bed. He disrobed and joined her, taking her into his arms and kissing her, slowly at first, and then more intensely.
“I’m going to taste every inch of you tonight, Lily.” He ran his tongue along the outer edge of her ear and gently nipped her lobe.
“Oh, that’s nice,” she said.
He moved to her eyelids, covering them with light touches of his lips. Her eyes fluttered under the attack and she moaned his name softly.
Then to her nose, her cheeks, her other ear, her neck—he explored each separate place with his lips, ravishing her as if she were his first taste of a woman, while his cock throbbed. He caressed and kissed her arms and hand, swirled his tongue on the inside of her elbow and breathed on the wetness, delighting in her shudder.
“My love, you are so breathtakingly beautiful. The finest artists in the world could not have created such perfection.” He kissed each of her fingers, sucking them into his mouth and caressing them with his tongue.
When he moved to her breasts, she groaned as he kneaded them gently and then brushed them with his lips, teasingly avoiding her nipples.
“Daniel, please.”
He sucked on the skin underneath one nipple. “Yes?”
“I…I…”
“Is this what you want?” He tugged on one nipple lightly
“Yes, oh yes. Please, Daniel.”
God, how he loved to hear her say his name. He sucked gently, and then harder. Her fingers threaded through his hair, pushing him into her breast. His erection pulsated, but he calmed it. He wanted to concentrate on her. He let the nipple go with a soft pop.
“Do you like that, Lily? When I take your nipple between my lips? Does that feel good to you?”
She sighed. “Yes. Oh yes. It’s wonderful.”
He lavished attention on the other nipple, teasing and tickling it to a hard knob, and then replaced his tongue with his fingers as he moved lower on her torso. He lightly pinched both nipples while he swirled his tongue in small circles on her belly, around her navel. He paused when he reached the patch of dark curls.
“Oh, Daniel,” she moaned. “Please.”
“Patience, love.” He gave her wetness a quick nip, the tang of her juices like nectar on his tongue. He was tempted to eat her, but he wanted to explore her, taste every part of her. He licked the sensual plumpness of her hips and thighs, to her calves, to the instep of her foot. He kissed each of her toes and then gently turned her over on her stomach and started working his way back up. He paused in the inside of her knees, moving his tongue in lazy, wet circles, making her wriggle beneath him. Then he blew softly on the wetness, and she arched off the bed. Her hands became fists and she grabbed the silk comforter and moaned his name. His cock nearly burst.
He moved upward, gently biting the backs of her thighs, the round cheeks of her bottom. He paused and licked her * one languid, sensual stroke.
“Now, Daniel. Please.”
“Not yet.” He slid his tongue over the curve of her back, until he was at her neck, sucking and nuzzling gently. His swollen cock pushed against her thigh. “What do you want, love?” he asked softly, his voice hoarse.
“I want you. Inside me. Please, Daniel.”
“Not yet, Lily. I want to feast on you.” He spread kisses and nips down her back and then gently moved her legs forward until her bottom was propped up. He parted her intimate folds, delicately stroking them with his fingers. She was so wet. God, so wet.
“You have the prettiest, sweetest, most perfect * I have ever seen.” He smoothly slid his tongue inside of her, mimicking the sexual act, skillfully fingering her swollen nub. Her honey tantalized his tongue, sweet and spicy at the same time.
“Please, Daniel, please.” The pillow muffled her voice.
He teased her, took her almost to climax and then stopped and licked her in long lackadaisical strokes. The tight rosebud of her anus beckoned him, and he touched his tongue to it.
She shuddered beneath him, but didn’t stop him. Oh, thank God.
He licked the opening gently, slowly, all the while fingering her swollen clitoris. Would he ever take her there? That tight forbidden heaven? He suddenly wanted it more than he wanted his next breath—to fill her everywhere. His cock throbbed and threatened to release.
“Daniel, my God.”
He couldn’t tease her any longer. He had to let her come so he could get inside that warm wet *. He moved down to her clitoris and sucked hard while he pushed two fingers into her heat. He plundered her body with such drive that she rolled from one orgasm into another, bucking up against him, shuddering and squealing. Her muscles clamped around his fingers. His cock hardened even further.