Lily and the Duke (Sex and the Season #1)(47)

“Where did your name come from?” he asked

“Oh,” Lily groaned. “Don’t get me started. My mother’s name is Flora, which is a Latin form of flower, and her sister’s name is Iris. Mummy decided all of her daughters would have flower names also, hence Lily and Rose. Thank God Auntie Iris decided to forego the horrid tradition.”

“So I suppose you won’t be naming any daughters Begonia? Or Creeping Charlie?”

“Creeping Charlie isn’t a flower, you silly.” She laughed. “But no. I prefer more classic names.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Caroline. Or Hilary. Or your mother’s name, Morgana. It’s a derivative of Morgaine, who was King Arthur’s half sister, the sorceress. Her exotic beauty reminds me of a sorceress. It fits her.”

“I think your name fits you.”

“How so?”

“Well, calla lilies symbolize beauty, and yellow lilies symbolize gaiety, both of which you possess in abundance.” He smiled, winking. “Of course, there are also white lilies.”

“What do they symbolize?”

He pulled her to him and cupped her full breasts in his hands. “Virginity,” he whispered in her ear, and then plunged his tongue into its depth.

Lily gave him a punch in the arm. “You are such a rogue! I’m afraid I’m not living up to my name.” She pushed him back until he was lying on the bed and fell on top of him, straddling him. “Then again, what fun would that be?” She wiggled her hips, teased his cock with her wetness, and then moved aside.

“You’re leaving now?”

“I’ll be right back,” she said, and she was, carrying a small plate on which she had placed several spoonfuls of the contents of the other fondue pot. “This looks amazingly like chocolate.”

“It is. I had the cook melt some of the Belgian truffles with a little fresh cream. It’s decadent.”

“Is it now?” She swirled her finger into the creamy mass and licked it seductively.

God. His cock ached.

“Oh yes. Decadent. You must try it, Daniel.”

He sat up, ready to dip his own finger into the chocolate, but she pushed him away.

“I think you’ll try it another way.” She circled her fingers in the dark mixture again. Slowly she spread the warm chocolate onto her erect nipples.

Daniel’s arousal throbbed. “Dear Lord.” He lowered his lips to her breasts and licked the sweet confection from her hard nubs, gently sucking.

She threaded her fingers through his hair. “Oh my. The warmth of the chocolate, and then your tongue. Sucking. Yes, suck my nipple. Just like that. More. More.”

Daniel’s cock was ready to explode. He spread more chocolate onto her nipples and ravished them again, biting and nipping, twirling his tongue in intricate patterns around her rosy circles. The creaminess of the melted chocolate and the silky texture of her areolas combined in a sweet, fiery frenzy.

“Oh, Daniel. I feel that all the way down in my…”

He looked up and met her blazing cognac gaze. “In your *, love?”

“Yes, but I can’t say that word.” She blushed a rosy pink.

“What do you prefer, then? Cunny? Quim? Boite aux lettres?”

“None of—” She jerked her head. “Boite aux lettres?”

Daniel smiled. “It’s French, for letterbox.”

“I know what it means. Goodness, I’ve studied French. It’s just— Why in the world would anyone call it a letterbox?”

“I haven’t the slightest idea. I prefer *. Your *.” He stroked her folds. “The tastiest, reddest, most beautiful * ever created.”

“Perhaps I can make it even tastier.” She swirled her fingers in the chocolate again and then liberally covered her cunt with chocolate.

“Oh my God.” She was something, his Lily. So saucy and irreverent, yet so caring and lovely at the same time. Daniel lowered his head between her legs. “I’m going to eat you up, love. I swear I could live on your nectar alone.” He savored the taste of her, the smell of her, growing harder by the second as he probed her moist * with his tongue.

She moaned and shuddered against his lips and cheeks. Before he could being again, she pulled him forward and kissed him.

“I never imagined feeling the way I do with you,” she said.

“I know. I feel it too,” Daniel said hoarsely.

He kissed her again. Their tongues tangled deeply and intimately as they slowly made love with their mouths.

Lily broke the kiss, panting. “I want you to do something for me.”

“Anything.”

“Show me how to love a man.”

“What?”

“I want to know how to please you. You’ve made love to me, given me pleasure. I want to do the same for you.”

“You’ve already given me more pleasure than I’ve ever known.”

She swatted his arm lightly. “I’m serious. I want to learn how to pleasure a man, and I want you to teach me.”

“You don’t need any teaching.” Daniel smiled into her eyes. “But I will tell you one little secret.”

“What’s that?” she asked, lowering her head to his.