Page 28 of Her Duke’s Second Chance (Regency Second Chances #1)

CHAPTER 28

“ I pray it does not storm tonight,” Robert said quietly, his eyes on the window.

This should feel more awkward.

Georgiana nibbled on her fingernail as she sat on her bed beside Robert.

She felt wonderfully comfortable holding hands and drinking wine in companionable silence as they stared out the window.

Outside her chambers Georgiana could hear the ebb and flow of a house winding down for the night. Soft footsteps echoed along the corridor, curtains swished as they were pulled shut, and the staff murmured amongst themselves as they wrapped up their duties for the evening.

Georgiana felt cozy and content. She tried to recall the last time she had felt that way, but it was too long ago to remember.

She realized that she spent most of her life worrying about other people and what they needed instead of taking care of herself. Now that she was here, beside Robert, she saw what she had been missing: the sweet feeling of Robert’s fingers entwined with hers, the warmth of the wine in her stomach, and the tenderness she received from their companionship warmed her insides more effectively than the crackling fire in the grate.

It began to rain. The soothing pitter-patter of raindrops on the window added another layer of peace to their intimate bubble of silence.

“If it does, I know I will be safe with you,” Georgiana replied boldly.

Robert turned his head to look at her. “You will. I promise you.”

“Th-thank you,” she whispered.

He turned and pressed his lips to hers. She sighed and leaned her body into the kiss to prove that she wanted him.

This time, he was the one to pull back…but only far enough to look into her eyes.

“Are you comfortable with this? Do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head mutely but emphatically. Lifting her chin, she closed her eyes and pursed her lips, encouraging him to kiss her some more.

“I love how eager you are,” he laughed softly before seizing her bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth.

She whimpered, pressing herself against his muscular body and encircling his shoulders with her arms.

He sucked her bottom lip until it was rosy and swollen. He captured her mouth again and smoothly slid his tongue into it, licking the lingering taste of wine and chocolate from her tongue.

She moaned deeply into his hungry mouth. Her fingers dug into the flesh of his shoulders as she pulled him closer, and leaned back until her head touched the pillows.

He put his hands on either side of her, adjusting himself so he could loom over her without applying his full weight.

Her kisses became more passionate as she abandoned caution and submersed herself in the desire that burned between them like an electric storm.

She explored the expanse of his back, relishing its powerful broadness, and ran her fingertips across his tight skin, along the rippling musculature that lay beneath.

Robert swung one knee onto the bed, pulling her towards its center to make room for him to straddle her. He gently drew a line from her throat to her heaving breasts and circled her sensitive, hardened nipples. Georgiana’s groin clenched and she arched towards him as he rhythmically squeezed and kneaded her breasts with his powerful hands.

Suddenly, he pulled his mouth away from hers and sat up.

“I do not know the proper way to ask you this, but since last night was your first time… are you… all right?”

Her eyes widened and she blushed at his question.

“Oh. Yes, I am quite all right. In that respect.”

He released a relieved breath and nodded a few times. “That is good. I fear I was…a bit rough with you.”

“No. I… I rather liked it,” she admitted.

A wicked smile formed on his lips. “Tell me what pleases you and demand that I do it to you.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “What?”

He leaned in and planted a long, searing kiss on her lips.

“Go ahead, darling. Demand your pleasure,” he purred. Georgiana shivered with the growing desire between her legs.

“If you insist,” she began nervously and exhaled before continuing, “I demand that you use your tongue on me.”

He bit his lip in excitement. “As you wish, Your Grace.”

He sidled downwards to bracket her thighs, pulling her gown up as he went until it was bunched at her waist. Placing her legs on his shoulders, he lowered his head until it was level with the apex of her trembling thighs. He parted her legs with a practiced hand and coursed his hot tongue across her eager entrance.

Georgiana gasped as a bolt of pleasure shot through her groin and down her legs. She closed her eyes and reflexively curled her toes to contain the glorious sensation.

Robert traced the outer folds of her waiting cavern with his tongue and nipped her hardened pearl with his teeth. Georgiana yelped and pressed his head between her raised hips in a plea for more. She ached to be filled; her burgeoning need stripping away any remaining shreds of modesty as she pursued euphoria.

His wet, hot tongue roved across the inner folds of her sanctum as he sucked, nibbled and licked her sopping core. Georgiana howled with unrestrained pleasure.

“Please,” she demanded hoarsely, thrusting her hips towards him.

“Do you want me inside of you, my sweet?” he asked.

“Yes. Now. Come here,” she breathed, and pulled impatiently on his shoulders.

Robert smiled, unlaced his breeches and threw them on the floor. He touched the tip of his engorged manhood against Georgiana’s pulsing entrance and slid himself into her wet sheath.

She moaned and grappled his waist with her legs, pulling him into her with animal force.

Robert quickly acquiesced to her raging need and filled her with the full length of his engorged member, until she had all of him inside of her. Georgiana grunted and thrashed as she grasped his hips and encouraged him to pump.

He slid in and out of her, pressing deeply and rising until the glistening head of his shaft kissed her pearl, then plunged into her again, his speed rapidly increasing.

Their sweat-slicked bodies came together in a frantic rhythm as they sought their ultimate release.

Outside, thunder clapped and lightning sizzled, but Georgiana took no notice. She was frantically engrossed in a storm of her own making, buffeted by the winds of her lust, and helpless against the tides of ecstasy that overwhelmed her.

Her climax was explosive and all-consuming. Her canal clenched violently around Robert’s pulsing rod as surges of tremors overtook her.

Robert’s resistance evaporated as he gave himself over to the intense pleasure and filled Georgiana with his warm seed.

Gasping breathlessly, they untangled themselves from each other. Georgiana shuddered and passed a shaky hand across her face, then smiled and kissed Robert deeply before turning over. Within moments she was asleep.

Robert lay on his side watching his wife sleep.

He could not help the smile that refused to leave his face. Their evening together had surpassed his most optimistic expectations, and filled him with excitement for their future, as well as a tinge of dread.

This is just the beginning.

He remembered Georgiana’s jumble of words as she tried to express her needs within the parameters of their future relationship. He knew she deserved better treatment than he had provided and promised himself to do better by her.

He felt equally perplexed about what course they should take to enrich their relationship. One thing he knew with certainty was that he could not return to his chambers while she slept.

He lay back on her pillow, breathing in the scent of her hair. He had never spent the night with a woman before. Perhaps she would wake and tell him to leave, and that would be fine. But he would not go until she told him to.

He turned again to look at her, sleeping so peacefully despite the storm. He smiled and closed his eyes.

Sleep well, wife.

He slid his hand around her waist and fell asleep.