Her Mystery Duke (14 page)

“You’re so young, you
don’t realize that this between us was never safe.”

She opened her mouth
and his tongue swept in, his kiss coming hard and hungry. It sucked her breath
away. She grasped his shoulders and clung.

You don’t realize that this between us was
never safe.

His last words echoed
in her mind and a curl of unease tingled around her navel. But his mouth was
hot and moist and delicious. She stood higher on her tiptoes and leaned into
him. He pressed his hands to her back and supported her while he made her world
spin.

 
She slid her tongue against his again and
again, savoring his taste. Because she wanted to remember. Because there would
never be another time.

David lifted his head
then swept her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. He took the hem of
her nightdress and she helped him pull it over her head, then he tossed it
aside.

She watched as he
began to remove his clothing. But he was tired. Foxed. His movements were slow
and clumsy. She was dying to see his magnificent male body bared. Impatience
thrummed in her blood until she jumped from the bed to aid him. While she
worked at his buttons, he kept cupping her face and kissing her.

“My lovely girl. My
lovely, lovely girl,” he said, bathing her in brandy-tinged breath. There was
something unbearably carnal about brandy on the breath of a man who set to fuck
her. She didn’t understand it. She stopped trying and focused harder on
stripping him of his evening clothes and tossing them to a careless pile on the
floor. With the clothes went the hateful scent of that other nameless, faceless
woman.

All that remained was
him. And he was absolutely delicious. She leaned into his bare chest and licked
him, tasting his salty, musky skin.

He grasped the back of
her hair and gently pulled her head back. Shivers of pleasure raced over her
scalp and down her back. Her nipples tightened. She sucked in her breath.

David stared down at
her, his eyes gone dark with desire. “Go to the bed and lay on your back.”

She stared at him for the
space of three slow, deep breaths, savoring the quivers of anticipation in her
lower belly.

She was dripping for
him.

He exhaled loudly and
then she found herself swept up into his arms, held against his warm, hard
muscled body. He carried her back to the bed and laid her on her back. “Stay
there—do not move. Do not move an inch.”

He spoke with a deadly
softness, as if to a child who has pressed and pressed on nerves all day and
risked a dire punishment. He scanned her body with his gaze. Giddy tension
built and put every fiber of her being on the most delectable edge.

“Spread your legs for
me.”

She parted them
slowly, revealing herself to him. Increased wetness surged from her sex. Her
nub pulsed like a beating heart with need.

His eyes seemed to
turn darker, more hooded. She knew how her flesh appeared. Swollen, deeply
pink. An urge struck her that she should touch herself. He would watch her
pleasure herself. She would be wild, without shame. She would drive him to
insane passion…

The bed rocked as he
crawled up between her legs and hoisted her knees over his broad shoulders. “I
want to make you come hard.” His voice was hoarse. He stroked the fine hairs on
her outer lips. “I want to make you come so hard.”

He placed a soft kiss
on her mons. She closed her eyes as he repeated the gesture, over and over.
Dozens of tiny, feather-soft kisses.

She clutched his head.
“David, oh David…”

He spread her nether
lips apart. “You’re so beautiful, I love your sweet little cunt.”

“Please, David,
please, ple—”

Her voice cut off as
he bent and plunged his tongue into her slick depths. She dug her fingers into
the silken strands of his hair. He touched his tongue to her nub and traced
gentle, slow circles, maybe fifty, maybe a hundred of them as he drew her
pleasure out. The unbearably sweet tension bore upon her, weighed her down. She
sank so deeply, so lost in the transfixing sensation, that the old featherbed
felt as fluffy and soft as a cloud.

Without warning, he
shifted position and gently rolled her on to her stomach. She sprawled on the
coverlet, her dazed senses spinning. He thrust two fingers into her cunt,
hooking them, stroking her forward wall. A fierce jab of ecstasy struck deep in
her womb. Then warm wetness touched her arsehole. His tongue!

The shock of it sent
her into a spiral of all consuming pleasure, a series of those fierce womb deep
spasms until she was grasping the bedding in her hands and sobbing, her body
convulsively quaking.

She fell down to
earth, a gentle landing.

“Oh goodness, David,
oh goodness.” She rolled onto her back and smiled up at him. Her breath came in
quiet pants. Tenderness encased her heart, as soft as eiderdown. Every line of
his visage imprinted itself on her.

“I am so foxed, my
darling.” He laid his head upon her lower stomach then closed his eyes.

Jeanne stroked his
hair. He put a hand on her hip and hugged it. Gradually, his body went limp and
his breathing became deep, regular. She held very still. Right now, she wanted
these moments to last forever.

* * * *

David awoke with the
most painfully hard erection he’d had in well over fifteen years. He was sure
of it.

Jeanne lay beside him,
on her back, her face wholly relaxed and very young looking in sleep. Her lush
breasts with their pretty little pink nipples rose and fell with her even
breathing.

He wanted her softness
beneath him and to sink his cock into the tight wet rings of her cunt. And he
didn’t want to wait. He would have her now.

He touched her
shoulder and shook her slightly. “Jeanne.”

Her eyelids fluttered
open. In the morning light, her eyes were clear, bright pools of blue. A lazy
smile curved her sensual mouth. “You want to fuck me, David?”

“Yes.”

She laughed, the sound
both soft and wicked at the same time as her fingertips tickled slowly down his
front. His abdominal muscles tightened agonizingly. Inch by inch, she teased
him. He sucked his breath in and held it

She grasped his
erection.

A pulse of painful
need surged from the base of his spine through his shaft. God, he could bear no
more. He locked his hand about her wrist and pulled her hand away. Then he took
her other wrist and raised her arms over her head.

Her gaze became
heated. She licked her lips.

He took both her
wrists in his left hand then used his right to guide his cock to her entrance.
He thrust into her, sinking deep into her softness whilst losing himself in
those eyes as blue and wide as the sky.

With each increasing
heartbeat, urgent need pulsed from his balls through his shaft. He leaked
profusely.

God help him not to
come too quickly.

His cock swelled and
lengthened until it seemed stiffer than steel. He let go her wrists and grasped
her hips and thrust into her. Over and over. His heart thundered with such
intensity that it seemed to want to leap from his chest. The pounding beat
drummed in his ears and pulsated in his rod.

Above the roaring in
his ears, he could vaguely hear her pleading. Moaning.

“Embrace me…with your
legs.” He could barely speak between pants for breath.

She wrapped him with
her limbs. Tightly.

“Higher.”

She wrapped those soft
yet youthfully firm thighs high on his body. He drove deeper into her heated,
velvet wetness. Her walls hugged him tighter and tighter.

God, he had thought
that he would never have her again. To be inside her like this, cods pressed to
her cushiony mons and his cock’s head jammed against the mouth of her womb—

Oh God.

He thrust harder.
Harder.
Harder
. He’d gone as deep as
he could but he still wanted more from her. He’d never get enough of her.
Never.

With her hands, she
clutched his shoulders as though she would never let go. Her whole body went
taut. Then her magnificent teats quivered, a jerking, hitching movement as if
she were convulsively catching her breath. Her slick, snug softness rippled
about his shaft. Her lovely face froze then convulsed as if overcome by an
agony of ecstasy.

She screamed. Her
nails sliced into his shoulders, fiery points of pain and bliss.

Her cunt continued to
ripple over his cock, a seductive milking that urged him to spill. Her moans
teased him, promising the deepest, sweetest gratification. He caught himself
pressing deeper, harder against the mouth of her womb, holding her hips more
firmly, readying himself to spend deep inside.

He jerked himself from
her snug warmth, a bare instant before his seed erupted in furious surges of
intense pleasure. His seed jetted all over her belly, her thighs and mons. He
closed his eyes. The violent outpourings slowly ebbed into exquisite shudders
of pure satisfaction that seemed to go soul deep.

Damn!

He’d never come so
hard.

David opened his eyes.
She was covered with his seed. And God, she was gorgeous. He touched her cheek.
“Jeanne…”

She stared up at him,
glassy eyed with the same satisfaction. Her pretty pink mouth curved into a
smile. She was just begging to be kissed. But at the moment, he was panting
desperately for each breath.

He rolled off of her
and onto his back. His mind spun with what had just happened.

What had
almost
happened…

Damn it. He had almost
spilt inside her.

Coming here had been a
mistake. A lapse in good judgment caused by too much liquor and too many
sleepless nights. Now he could see that he really just wanted an excuse to see
her. It was the worst sort of self-indulgence. A total breakdown of all his
self-control.

He took the sheet and
wiped the head of his cock. Then he arose. Good God, his clothes were spread
over the floor, hopelessly wrinkled. It was already morning and yet he’d have
to go home and change clothes. He kept a fresh jacket to exchange for his
evening jacket at his office but he didn’t have any clean, pressed shirts
there. He would be late for all his appointments.

He didn’t like sudden,
unplanned changes to his daily schedule.

He began pulling the cold,
wrinkled shirt on and then donned his pantaloons. It was too damned cold in
here. The least he could do was light her hearth before he went. But when he
walked to the tinderbox, he found only a few sticks.

He looked up. Jeanne
stood near the window, bathed in the gray, muted light of the overcast morning.
“What’s this, Jeanne? Don’t you even have firewood?”

She paused in the act
of wiping herself with a linen towel. “There’s wood in there.”

“It’s kindling.”

“It shall take me
through tonight, and tomorrow I expect to get paid for some of my stories.”

“What about today?”

She crawled back into
her bed. Her golden hair fell over her shoulders in a swinging profusion of
untamed curls. Her lush, pink tipped breasts bounced in a seductive show. A tug
of lust pulsed through his cock at the sight. He could so easily lose himself
for days with her. He had not felt like this about any woman for years. Maybe
never. Definitely never. Not even
Thérèse.

The last thought left him shaken.

Yes, he was that foolish over this girl.

“I shan’t light the
fire today.” She said this as if it were a perfectly viable option.

He blew his breath and
watched the vapor plume develop. “You can’t go without a fire.”

“David, I am used to
it. I wear woolen clothes, extra socks.”

“You weren’t dressing
like that when I was here before.”

“I spent extra
firewood because the chamber needed to be warm for you. You were sick. But you
paid me for that, remember?”

“Yes, I do remember.”
There was a tightening in his guts and all because he was thinking now about
what would happen if she weren’t able to attain enough money from her stories
for firewood. Would she freeze herself?

Or would she find
herself forced to lay with someone?

The thought of her
giving not only that luscious young body but also her sweetness of self to
another filled him with a clammy nausea. He reached into his pockets and
retrieved all the money he had on his person.

Why didn’t he carry
more money?

He tossed the lot on
the bed. The coins jangled and bounced upon the sheet.

“What’s that?”

“It’s for you.”

She scooped up the
money and threw it at him. “Take it back!”

He looked down at
several coins spinning upon the floor. “What the devil, Jeanne? You’ve let men
pay you before.”