Page 19 of A Lord in Want of a Wife (Daring Debutantes #2)

She bit her lip. She felt him spread her wetness everywhere. And as her knees slid further apart, she felt his fingers press deep inside her.

She couldn’t catch her breath. She tried to press her face against her shoulder to muffle her sounds, but there was no way to reach.

And so he withdrew.

She mewed in dismay, but then his hands slid down her arms to her wrists. He tugged her forwards so that she bent at the waist.

‘Put your palms on the wall. Press your mouth against your arm.’

She did as he bid. And now she was effectively on all fours before him. He could touch her everywhere and she trembled as she stayed there, her mouth pressed against her arm.

Such things she felt. He touched her everywhere. He kissed her back, he kneaded her breasts, and he put his fingers between her thighs. He opened her petals there. He stroked her up and down. And he thrust his fingers inside.

And every time she thought she would lose control, every time the sensations became too much, he pulled away. He went back to her breasts, he pushed his fingers in and out of her, but he did not touch her at that spot—that incredible place—where he’d first begun to probe between her thighs.

Such wonder to have him surround her. His chest was pressed to her back. His hands were everywhere on her body. And low at her bottom was his shaft. So hot against the base of her spine.

Once, when he pressed his fingers deep inside her, she arched her back and he hissed. It wasn’t pain. It was the same hunger she felt, and so she did it again. Soon, she heard him growl against her ear, and she knew she tortured him as much as he did her.

Until he abruptly shifted his position.

He didn’t move her. He straightened up, setting his feet beside her lower legs where she knelt upon his bed.

‘Keep quiet now,’ he warned, his voice a low gravelly sound. ‘We are going to do this, you and I.’

How big he was as he surrounded her. There was nowhere for her to move as his arms came around her, pinning her in place. His finger—so thick and calloused—rubbed up and down her folds.

Yes. Oh yes! She arched, reacting to the feel. She wanted more of that. She needed more!

She felt him thrust along her bottom, but he didn’t go inside. His organ lay upwards along her spine, hot as he rubbed against her.

Faster, he went. Faster for them both. His finger on that spot. His organ against her back.

So much. She arched.

Yes.

Yes!

She cried out, muffling the sound against her arm. She went wild as pleasure burst through her body. Wave after wave. She drowned in wonder.

And while she was still pulsing, he grabbed hold of her hips. He held her back against him as he thrust against her spine.

Once, twice, while his breath rasped against her ear.

And then he shuddered and released his seed against her back.

Against her back.

It took a while for her to understand what he had done. They had shared what happened between man and wife, but he had not taken her virginity. He had not tied her to himself.

He had shown her pleasure while still holding himself apart.

She was still dazed. Her legs were weak, her body sagging as she pressed her hands against the wall. And he still lay atop her, his breath ragged in her ear.

But… But they hadn’t done…

He hadn’t taken her.

‘You aren’t mine,’ she said, her voice soft.

‘Because you can’t be mine,’ he whispered. ‘But now you know.’

What did she know? She tried to twist to look at him, but he held her still.

‘You know how to do this yourself,’ he said as he pulled himself off her. A moment later, she felt a cloth gently brushing her back clean.

She waited, her thoughts slowly coming to order. ‘I don’t understand,’ she whispered.

He pressed a kiss to her back. Then another and another. Little presses of his mouth before she heard him dispose of the cloth.

‘I am teaching you lust,’ he said. ‘This…’ He cupped her right breast. He fondled it, squeezing it and twisting the nipple. She wanted to pull away, but there was no room. And a moment later, she began to like it.

How quickly he built the need inside her.

‘Touch yourself this way.’

When she didn’t respond, he pulled one of her arms off the wall. He angled her hand until she cupped herself.

‘Do what I did,’ he said. ‘Touch yourself how you like.’

She didn’t move, but he guided her. He set his large hand around hers.

‘Do it,’ he commanded. And then she felt him grin. ‘I want to feel you do it to yourself. I want you to come apart in my arms. I want to be the man who opens your body to lust.’

So that was what the word meant. This driving hunger. This excitement in body and mind. She had labeled it love. She had to love someone before she allowed such a thing between them.

But perhaps, not for him. Perhaps he could do this to her and not feel love.

Either way, it didn’t matter. She would take what she could get. And this felt too good to stop.

He guided her to caress her breasts. He kissed her shoulders as her hands learned the way she wanted her nipples pulled. And then he pushed her hand down her belly and into her curls.

It was wet there and so sensitive. She wanted his fingers there, but he refused. He guided her to explore. He held her open and told her to stroke herself. And when the positioning became too awkward, he pulled her backwards.

He settled her on top of him, her head on his shoulder, her breasts open to the ceiling. He set her legs on either side of his and he spread her wide.

‘Do whatever feels good,’ he said. ‘I will hold you safe.’

‘But you—’

‘I am in heaven, Lucy. Show me what you like.’

And so she did. At his urging, she touched herself. She pushed inside her own body as she had never done before. And she stroked herself until she writhed.

‘If I cover your mouth with a pillow, will you scream?’ he asked.

She would do anything he wanted. ‘Yes.’

‘Scream my name,’ he said.

Easy. She had been crying it out in her thoughts for weeks now.

He still would not stroke her. He still insisted she do it to herself. So she spread her legs and pleasured herself while a small pillow lay over her mouth.

‘Cedric,’ she said as her belly began to tighten.

‘Cedric!’ she gasped as her legs tensed around his.

‘Cedric!’ she repeated as she pulsed upwards into her hand.

‘Yes,’ she gasped. ‘Yes. Yes!’

I love you.