Chapter 21 #2
“What about… what about…” She remembered his thumb in her mouth. She remembered his mouth around her own womanhood. “What about this.” And then, not knowing if it was right but knowing that she wanted to try it, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of the duke’s member.
He moaned loudly and one hand found the top of her head.
Iris did not know what she was doing, only that she liked it. She wrapped her lips around him and started to suck. She used her tongue to lick the tip. One hand continued to stroke, and she began to mimic the action with her head.
She let her tongue do the work after that.
Still stroking him with one hand, she licked up and down his shaft.
Over the head. Her mouth wrapped it again, swallowed as much as she could, pulled back and licked some more.
And as she did, Philip moaned and squirmed, and she could literally feel him getting harder and more excited.
Perhaps it was not the same as when he pleasured her. But the power and control she felt in the moment, knowing that she could do as she pleased, was its own type of pleasure.
Iris became lost in the moment. Swallowing as much of him as she could, all the way down so she could not breathe, feeling the duke’s hand on the top of her head, she treated his manhood like a melting iced cream, eager to lick and lap and keep it from dripping.
“Iris!” Suddenly, Philip lurched back and pulled her mouth free.
“What?” she looked up at him, worried for a second that she had done something wrong. One look at him, however, and she knew the opposite was true.
“Not so fast,” he chuckled. “Don’t you want the main course?”
Her own eyes lit up and her excitement peaked. “I do.”
“I know you do,” he said. “The good girl that you are.” He took her hand and helped her to stand. “Now, all you need to do is as I do. Understand?”
“I… I think so…”
Philip pulled her into him. She stumbled as the edge of the bed caught her. Between his legs she stood, his member still erect and throbbing. His hands moved beneath her knees, pulled her forward so that she was straddling him.
And all the while he held her eyes, never once breaking as he reached down and guided himself between her thighs. She breathed in when she felt it touch her lips. Her eyes widened and she caught her breath as he helped to lower her…
“Philip…” she breathed as she felt him enter her. “I… that… like… like this…” Deeper it went, stretching her, filling her, entering her so that two became one.
“Just like that.”
It was even better than she expected. A little painful, but the pleasure that tore through her body softened the pain. She moved her hips so that she was pressed against him fully, his member all the way inside so she could feel it throbbing against her walls.
Philip kissed her then. One hand around the back of her head, he pulled her to him and devoured her mouth. He was ravenous. Desperate to taste all of her. And she was much the same.
His other hand was on the small of her back and he guided her to thrust her hips back and forth. She did as shown, gently moving them back and then forward, grinding into him, feeling it spike through her so the waves of pleasure touched at her very soul.
Their kisses became deeper. Fiery. Never ending as she thrust and ground her hips. Both his hands were soon on her waist, keeping her steady, helping her with the rhythm, lifting her up and down as she moved back and forth.
The speed increased. The intensity mounted. Heavy panting broke through their kisses. Her own hands grabbed him by the head, running through his hair because she could not get enough of him. And all the while she felt him penetrating her. Again and again and again.
Soon, Iris felt that familiar sensation start to build.
“Philip, I’m… I think…”
“Me too,” he said.
He wrenched his lips free and concentrated on her movements. Both hands on her hips, watching her thrust, he began to thrust with her, pushing his hips up so that she felt him in her as deep as was possible. She shut her eyes and grit her teeth and braced herself as it continued to build.
A fire inside of her. A flower reaching for the sun. It opened, spread, rose up and up and up as it threatened to consume.
“Philip…”
“Don’t stop,” he roared.
It hit her a second later and she threw back her head and screamed as her body was engulfed by the pleasure. And when she did, Philip did the same, leaning back and crying into the ceiling as his body began to shake.
She could feel him empty inside of her. His seed filling her. His hands keeping her on him, holding her close so she could not move. All Iris was able to do in that moment was fall into Philip’s chest, bury her head, bit down, and let the moment take her completely.
How much time passed after that? She could not say. Time was irrelevant as she kept Philip close, bodies sweaty and naked, wrapping one another. Her thighs shook. Philip’s body shuddered. Both breathed heavily, but slowly they came to calm.
And then, out of nowhere, Philip laughed.
She pulled back with a bewildered expression. “What? What’s so—did I do something wrong? What is it?”
His smile was big and magnetic. “On the contrary, Iris. You did everything right.” He reached up and stroked her face, relishing her touch, and then kissed her again.
And Iris, still on top of the duke, kissed him back.
No longer nervous. No longer worried that she might have done the wrong thing. Iris knew in that moment that she had made the right decision and that this… it was but a single step forward that this marriage desperately needed.
And a damn good step, at that. Never in her life had Iris felt so full, so satisfied, and so happy. And to make matters all the better, she sensed that it would not be the last time.
Not if I have anything to say about it.