Page 29 of Diamond of the Season (Heiress #1)
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
N athaniel attempted to rein in his desire, his need for Rosalind that was beyond control.
She sauntered past him, jasmine teasing his senses, before she turned and sat on the edge of the bed. He shut the door and leaned against it, snicking the lock to ensure no one interrupted them again.
His cock ached, and he threw off his coat and waistcoat, ripping his shirt over his head as he watched, transfixed, as Rosalind slipped her feet free of her slippers before sliding her gown up to her thighs and untying her silk stockings and removing them from her slim, long legs.
Christ, she would have him on his knees before the night was over, begging for mercy if he wasn't on guard.
She grinned, as if she knew what she was doing to him, and he shook his head, ripping his falls open and shoving his breeches down, kicking them off along with his boots without grace.
Her eyes widened as she took in his naked form, still standing against the door. He liked the heat that filled her eyes, and he reached for his cock, stroking it, working his manhood to stand to attention.
He glanced down—the head of his cock weeping—but it wasn't enough. He spat into the palm of his hand and worked it harder, felt his balls tighten as he grew close to coming.
"You're marvelous," she gasped, standing and reaching for the back of her gown, attempting to unclip her fastenings.
Nathaniel went to her, turned her about, and all but ripped the gown from her body. He freed her of her dress, her stays, and shift, leaving her in nothing but what he'd wanted from the very first moment.
Skin on skin, their bodies entwined, and each gave as much as they took.
He picked her up and laid her on the bed. She wiggled up to the pillows, her hair cascading over her shoulders. Hell, she had never looked more beautiful—and his. His from this day forward. His wife. His future duchess. He could barely wait for the morrow.
He kneeled between her legs and, watching her eyes, pressed her knees apart. She glistened under the candlelight in his room, and his mouth watered from the need to taste her.
"What are you doing, Nathaniel? Come to me," she said, reaching for him.
He shook his head, grinning. "All in good time, my love. Lie back and enjoy me. That's all I ask."
She did as he said and watched him, a light blush on her cheeks. He grinned, hoping her blush would be a lot darker by the time he'd finished with her.
He leaned down and licked along her cunny, teasing her flesh with his tongue as the first sweet taste of nectar that was Rosalind settled in his mouth. She gasped, her fingers threading through his hair before she clasped him to her, holding him against her weeping flesh. He fucked her with his mouth, teased her flesh, and sucked her nubbin until she was writhing against his face, finding her pleasure as much as he was giving her the same.
"Nathaniel, dear me," she moaned, arching her back as he slipped a finger into her heat, working her to a frenzy as his mouth suckled her to orgasm.
He felt the rush of her release, the convulsing of her flesh against his hand and mouth, and he did not stop until he had wrung every morsel of pleasure from her core.
She went lax beneath him, and he crawled to kneel between her legs, slipping his cock against her cunny and rubbing her, teasing her with his manhood. Damn she felt good. So good.
"I'm going to fuck you now."
She nodded, excitement gleaming in her eyes. "I want you to." She pressed against him, seeking his cock. "You made me feel so good, Nathaniel."
"I'm going to make you feel better yet."
He guided his cock into her, watched her flesh part and stretch to take him fully. She moaned, reaching up to clasp the bedhead, pressing herself up to take him deeper. He groaned when he became fully sheathed. She was so tight and hot, fit him perfectly, and he braced himself, taking a calming breath to halt his need to come.
He wasn't a green lad, untested in bed. He knew what he was doing, and yet with Rosalind, he felt as though all of this was new—that his emotions, being what they were for her, made everything feel far more invigorating and real. Amazing.
He thrust into her, sinking to the hilt. He moaned, his body fighting for control. "You feel so good." He pumped into her, worked her flesh, and watched as indulgence flitted across her face. She wrapped her legs about his waist and pulled him deeper, rocking his world and tipping his control from its axis.
"I'm going to come if you continue to do that," he managed to gasp, slowing his thrusts to prolong the pleasure.
She slipped a hand over one of her breasts and pinched her nipple. "Kiss me here," she begged him.
He groaned and slipped free, moving to suckle both her breasts, teasing her nipple with his tongue before twisting the other between his thumb and forefinger. She undulated beneath him, clearly enjoying his touch.
"Yes, Nathaniel. Ohh, that feels so good."
Hell yes it did. He reared back and flipped her onto her stomach, wrenching her hips up toward his cock. Her pert ass was showcased before him, and he teased her puckered hole with his cock before slipping it between her legs and pushing the head into her core.
"Don't tease me," she murmured against the pillows, turning her head to try to see what he was up to.
She was a sight to behold, and he knew what he was doing. He was stalling, attempting to prolong the pleasure, but it could not last forever—no matter how much he wanted it to. He wanted her too much to stretch out the night.
"I like to tease." He slipped himself into her, and she took him easily now, her wetness soothing his way.
He clasped her hips and pumped into her, deeper this way, and she moaned, calling out his name as he worked her to release. He reached around to tease her nubbin, rocking into her as he rolled his fingers against her flesh. She bucked against him, and he held her fast, not letting her get away, and kept her taking him, working him as they both roared toward release.
Her orgasm, when it came, took him by surprise with its severity. It wrung his cock, convulsed along his manhood, and milked him for everything he had.
"Rosalind," he roared, the weeks of pent-up need releasing in that one moment.
"Nathaniel," she moaned, gripping the bedding as if that were the only thing keeping her grounded.
He let her cunny drain him of every last ounce of his release, rolling his fingers against her flesh until she trembled in the wake of her orgasm.
He pulled out, and they slumped together onto the bed, side by side. He reached for her, pulling her into the crook of his arm, content and happy for the first time in months.
Her hand glided over his chest before settling around his cock, stroking his flaccid member.
"I think I shall like being married to you." She looked up to meet his eyes. "What else can you teach me? What else is there to do together?"
He groaned, knowing the time they would have together would never be long enough. " There is lots to learn." He growled as her eyes lightened with curiosity.
"Will you teach me more tonight? I must know."
He nodded, knowing there was nothing he would deny her. The thought that she might take him into her mouth before the end of the evening made his cock twitch. "Any idea of what we may be able to do?" he asked, curious to know how much she might be privy to.
Her fingers wrapped about his member, and he gasped. "I'll leave that decision up to you," she said, leaning over to kiss his nipple. "But I'm a quick study, just so you know."
Nathaniel inwardly swore and thanked his luck at the same time. "Good, because there's much to study."
She grinned, moving to lie atop him. "Well then, we had better get learning. I want to know all."
He bet she did.