Page 71 of A Duke to Undo her

“Is that good?” Josephine asked him, conscious of his own skill in touching her compared to her lack of experience.

“More than good,” the duke assured her in a strained voice, “but today we must seek other pleasures too.”

When her drew her down to the ground with him this time, Josephine made no protest, offering up her breasts, her thighs and her wet, throbbing folds to her husband’s hands and mouth with eager pleasure.

Even knowing now where the pleasure of his intimate kisses was leading, Josephine still thrilled as Cassius’ head settled between her thighs. With no one to hear them, she cried out loudly as her pleasure mounted and he made no move to stop her, only holding her bucking body firmly to his pressing tongue at the end until she was done.

This time, he lay beside her and took her in his arms again after that wondrous peak, his kisses soft and touches featherlight, despite the throbbing urgency of his shaft that could not be ignored much longer. In such proximity to her husband’s naked body, Josephine found that her desire was burning again almost straight away.

“You are ready for me now,” Cassius said as Josephine’s hand touched him again and their eyes met. “Do not be afraid.”

He knelt now between Josephine’s thighs and placed his shaft within her soft, slippery folds, rubbing it there for a few moments in a way that made her tense and moan and long for something more. Then, a first small thrust lodged the head within her.

“Ah!”

Josephine gasped and gripped Cassius’ forearms, wondering blindly if what came next would hurt, which seemed likely given the size of the organ now pushing into a slit she kew to be relatively small. She need not have worried however.

As Cassius kissed her deeply and reassuringly with his salty tongue, his manhood slid into her to the hilt without any real discomfort. There were only the strange sensations of stretching and fullness she had never felt before and the same desperate longing that accompanied the touch of his tongue or fingers between her thighs.

“There, you have all of me now,” he whispered to her and swirled his hips as she whimpered and clung tightly to him.

Withdrawing partway, Cassius thrust in again, to Josephine’s surprise and delight at the movement, and then again. Soon she was gasping helplessly in the throes of his rhythmic working. Josephine wanted nothing more in the world right now than that her husband should fill her tingling body as deeply as possible.

Cassius drove her again over the peak of her pleasure again but this time he was was there with her too, his own deeper groans mingling with her cries. When they came to rest, they lay there on the forest floor for long moments in a tangle of damp limbs and racing hearts, neither desiring to move.

The Duke of Ashbourne raised a damp head and grinned at his wife with a touch of chagrin, coming up on his forearms andnoticing now the sorry state of the flowers in her hair after so much tossing and turning on the mossy ground.

“I have really and truly deflowered you, Josephine,” he jested, touching the remains of the circlet and making her giggle gleefully. “There is no going back this time.”

“Must we really go back this morning, Cassius?” Josephine sighed when her laughter had subsided, kissing his shoulder and wriggling with contentment.

Polite conversation, music and champagne seemed alien and incomprehensible in the daze of this fuller introduction to lovemaking. Josephine did not know how she could even begin to converse with Rose after such an experience…

The Duke of Ashbourne looked down thoughtfully and then brushed further light kisses across her face and neck.

“Yes, we must go back, but not just yet,” Cassius told her. “Not until we’ve done that at least one more time…”

The End?