Chapter Four #3
Over and over, he strummed his fingers over that swollen nubbin with varying degrees of friction until he found a rhythm she enjoyed.
As he worked her body, Angelica bounced slightly on his body, and with every movement, need shivered through his engorged shaft.
The sway of her breasts coupled with the warmth of her skin beneath his fingers captivated him, and when her breath dissolved into quick pants as well as startled gasps, he grunted.
“The bliss is right there,” he whispered as he bedeviled that slippery little button.
“Come for me.” Caleb lightly bit a nipple, and when she uttered a cry blended with a moan, he suckled the hard tip into his mouth and continued to pleasure it with his tongue, in perfect time to the friction of his fingers on her pearl.
“Oh, yes!” Her body stiffened and she dug her fingernails into his arms. The duchess shattered in spectacular fashion.
She squirmed against him, her fingers clenching the front of his shirt.
As a keening cry escaped her throat, he quickly tugged her down and took the sound into himself by kissing her long and deeply, for he didn’t care to have anyone come swooping down on them.
Perhaps he was a rogue, but he wanted to hear her scream out his name, wanted her to know exactly who it was that pulled her down into the world of scandal and sin and ruination.
If she wanted a tryst then he’d indulge her, for he’d loved her for years.
“Tell me no, and we will stop here,” he said, and strain graveled his voice, for she’d already pushed him to a straining point.
“I am not a shrinking violet, Caleb, and I will not wilt in the face of scandal or adultery.” So saying, Angelica moved onto his legs, merely so she could manipulate the buttons of his frontfalls. “Not any longer.”
“What have you planned?”
“I mean to tease you. Tittleford never let me explore or even touch him, and we both know he allows that of his mistress.” When she finally had his shaft freed from the fabric, he hissed in a breath the second she wrapped the fingers of one hand around that organ.
“I dreamed that you would be impressive.”
Dear, God. At least the conversation would distract him from the need to either spend, or have her flat on her back so he could bury himself deep into her heat.
Her giggle went straight to his stones. “I’m so glad for the rain today if it ends in madness.”
Of course it would. There were no words. Especially when she’d begun moving slowly up and down his shaft, twisting her hand in such a way he had to bite the inside of his cheek in order to concentrate on the slight pain to keep him centered.
“I’ve always wanted to discover how a man likes to be pleasured. The duke cheated me out of so much.” Though her voice wavered, another few passes of her hand sent fire into his blood and sapped the strength from his limbs.
“Angelica, leave off.” He didn’t care there was pleading in his whisper, but if she didn’t stop, all teasing would end. The sharp scent of rain as well as the woods infiltrated his nostrils as he fisted a hand against the mattress.
“You are no fun.”
“Oh, I’ll allow you all the fun you want the next time we come together, but in a proper bed.” Relief shuddered along his spine.
“I am already looking forward to it.” Then the minx slid down his body, and when she kneeled between his splayed legs, the muscles of his stomach tightened.
Where had this sinful angel come from? “Surely, you won’t…”
“Oh, but I will.” With a giggle that boded wicked things for him, she leaned over him, and once more with a hand wrapped about his length, she slowly, so damned slowly, closed her lips over the head of his shaft.
When a strangled sort of sound escaped him, she cupped his stones, held them with a firm grip, and she took him fully into the warm cavern of her mouth.
And it was pure heaven. A treat before God struck him down for trifling with a married woman?
Over and over, she bobbed on his member, took him deep or shallow depending on her whim. All the while, she squeezed and caressed his stones, or alternately worked his length by twisting and stroking him. Those varying sensations and touches drove him to the fringe of reality.
“Why the hell are you so good at this?” His words were rough, and if he didn’t call mercy soon, he’d explode down her throat.
She came off his manhood with a slight pop, and she was much like an angel with her grin and loose locks of blonde hair. “I have thought about this for many years. Now that I have this chance, why should I waste it?”
Oh, God.
If she was captivatingly erotic before, the duchess was even more so now.
Caleb bucked his hips when she returned to her work.
He nearly let himself go as he thrust into her mouth, and as satisfying as this was, he wanted more, wanted to claim her, wanted to show her that there was so much more than what the duke had given her, and hoped like mad she remembered that.
Remembered him when this time of freedom had ended.
Damn it all to hell.