Page 28 of Her Rogue of a Duke

Francesca gave a small, tentative nod, allowing herself to relax further into his embrace. She shifted, her legs parting slightly wider as she settled more snugly onto his lap. Encircling his neck with her arms, she lowered her mouth back to his. He let her take the lead for a moment as she kissed him. It was an intoxicating experience, being the one with the power to guide their kiss.

Joshua’s powerful hands roamed from her waist down to her hips, finally resting on her rump. He squeezed her there, making her gasp.

“You are so soft,” he murmured against her mouth. “Each of your curves fits so perfectly in my hands.”

A blush tinged Francesca’s cheeks. She was unaccustomed to such intimate attention, especially to that part of her body. Was that such a point of interest for men? She could hardly imagine why.

Her thoughts were quickly scattered as Joshua’s mouth found her neck, his tongue tracing a tantalizing path along her throat before his lips latched onto her skin there, sucking gently. At the same time, one of his hands ventured around her front, fingers exploring the sensitive folds between her legs. When he caressed her there, she released a hiss of breath.

“Joshua…” she moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and surrender.

“You are perfect here, too,” he whispered huskily. “So soft and slick. I could touch you here for hours, and it would never be enough.”

She did not know how to respond when he said such things. His words caught her off-guard and she felt strangely shy and self-conscious. She nestled her face into the crook of his shoulder, holding him close, hiding the flush of her cheeks and not wanting him to see her reaction to his provocative words.

His chuckle resonated against her skin, a deep, warm sound that sent a delightful shiver through her, despite the steamy heat of the bath.

“Do I shock you when I say such things?” he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.

She nodded, but did not raise her face up to his. “Yes,” she whispered. “No one has ever dared to speak to me with such… intimacy.”

“I would hope not,” he teased, his tone playful albeit a touch selfish. “That would be highly improper – if anyone said such scandalous things to you.”

That pulled a giggle from her and she peeked up at him at last.

“Is it not scandalous that you say such things to me, then?” she asked.

“Oh, it most definitely is,” he assured her with a devilish grin, intensifying his touch as a single finger slipped inside her. The unexpected pleasure elicited a deep moan from her lips, her hands anchoring herself by his shoulders. “But I am a wicked man by nature, and so I find myself caring very little for propriety.”

Francesca's giggles melted into a breathless whimper as Joshua's caresses grew more daring. As he touched her, she felt the urge to touch him in turn. Reaching down, she wrapped her fingers around his length. He released a sharp groan, his body tensing beneath her.

Francesca instinctively released him. “I am sorry! Did I hurt you?”

“No,” he growled in frustration, shaking his head. He gently took her hand, guiding it to its place back on his member. “Quite the opposite. Touch me as you please, Francesca. Do not hesitate to use me as you wish.”

Why did his giving her permission to touch him make her heart race?

Slowly, she took hold of him once more. He was so warm there. So… hard and thick. It surprised her. She had never imagined what it might actually feel like to handle a man’s… member.

Joshua lifted his head, planting a swift kiss on her lips before guiding her, his voice a low whisper, "Stroke me, just like this. It feels good."

“As good as you are making me feel?” she breathed.

He nodded. “Yes, just like that.”

Emboldened by his response, Francesca's movements grew more assured, her hand gliding along his length. She watched, fascinated, as his features softened, his eyes darkening with pleasure. All the while, he continued to touch her as well. Soon, Francesca was lost in a haze of desire and lust. Her body grew softer against his hand, and he only seemed to grow harder. She pressed her forehead to his and closed her eyes, consumed witheverything that was happening. The steam from the bath rose up around them and seemed to engulf them, creating a cocoon of desire that had the rest of the world disappearing.

Joshua’s lips traced down her throat, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. When he reached her breasts, he paused, drinking in the sight of her flushed skin and hardened nipples. He wasted no time, capturing one of her pert nipples between his lips. He sucked gently, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud before giving it a teasing bite. Francesca gasped, arching her back in response. As he lavished attention on her other nipple, she couldn't help but grind against him, craving more contact.

Burrowing his face against the crook of her neck, he whispered, "Turn around and lean against me."

Francesca hesitated for a moment, uncertain of what would come next, but her lust and desire to learn more clouded her vision and outweighed any fear she might have. She complied, turning herself so that her back was pressed against his chest, feeling the warmth and strength of his body behind her.

“Now, just relax…” he murmured as he slipped a second finger inside of her, eliciting a soft gasp as her body tensed. His other hand found her breast, his thumb brushing over her already sensitive nipple.

"Joshua..." she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. The sensation of his fingers and his touch on her breasts was nearly overwhelming, and Francesca struggled to maintain control ofher emotions. She could feel her heart pounding, the blood rushing through her veins as arousal continued to build.

"Tell me how it feels," Joshua commanded gently, bending his head to nuzzle her neck as he continued to pleasure her with practiced skill.