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Page 22 of When the Marquess Needed Me (The Rake Chronicles #4)

Chapter Twenty

B eatrice smiled. The man had just come all over himself. Just from touching her quim, even after he had already had her once this evening.

Why hadn’t he allowed her to touch him? Or to undress him? He clearly wanted her, as his spending had just attested to. Perhaps, he had been worried about spilling too early, but she thought it might be something more.

She enjoyed the sight of him so pleasure addled. When he had this look on his face, of surprised contentment, he was, she was sure, the most handsome man in the world.

But then he moved away from her.

“My apologies, Miss Salisbury.”

He stood and moved behind a screen in the corner.

“Miss Salisbury?” she asked, shaking her head at his absurdity. “Is that how you address a woman who makes you spend all over yourself.”

“Fuck,” he swore. “Must you speak in such a way? I am displeased with myself enough.”

“Come out from there,” she said, standing and walking to the screen.

“Please return to your own chamber. Surely we’ve done enough for tonight.”

“Thomas, you are being ridiculous. I am sorry if you’re embarrassed, but it’s no matter to me. You seem to have enough pent-up vigor for several men. If we give it a few minutes, I am somehow convinced that we will find ourselves tupping again before long.”

He came out from behind the screen.

He was still wearing his nightshirt.

“Dear God, woman, do you ever stop speaking?”

She fought the urge to roll her eyes. “I do not understand your foul humor in the slightest. Wouldn’t you like to have me again before dawn?”

He whirled around, his nightshirt whipping around him.

“Obviously, Beatrice. For some mad reason, I cannot resist you. But I cannot—” He stopped and threw up his hands.

She touched his shoulder. She did not understand him. Not yet. But she wanted to try.

“You cannot what? Turn around.”

He did so. He was not much taller than her, just by a few inches, but there was something about him , perhaps his deep brusque internal seriousness, that made it feel like he was looming over her.

“What do you mean?”

“I will disappoint you.”

“In bed?”

“I’m sure I will in other ways, too. But in bed, yes.”

“I am not concerned with that. If you disappoint me, I will tell you, and we can find a solution. I would like for you to do the same for me.”

He shook his head. “You do not understand. Some men are made to please women. In how they are formed. In all ways. And I am not. I know that.”

Beatrice was aware that he was not strictly making sense. Given that he had pleased her deeply three times this evening alone. But, clearly, he had had some negative experiences, experiences that he had not told her about yet, and he had gained this impression of his unsuitability.

“That’s absurd. You’ve given me so much pleasure tonight. But if you’re really worried about that, I can offer a remedy.”

He huffed. “I doubt that you can remedy this problem.”

“Any problem in the bedchamber can be remedied, as long as the participants are willing to be creative.”

“I admire your confidence.”

“If you’re worried about being too eager, then there are other ways to please a woman than with your cock. You’ve done one of them twice tonight. And there is another way which is, historically, popular with women.”

He stilled. “I’ve never done that.”

“Well then perhaps you should try, especially since you’re so concerned.”

“I doubt I will be very good at it.”

“It’s more a matter of enthusiasm than skill.”

Beatrice strode over to the bed. He clearly needed to be enticed.

She lay down on the bed and parted her legs. It did make her a bit self-conscious, but she had only ever gotten compliments on her cunt, so she didn’t mind being so exposed.

“What are you doing? You look ridiculous.”

She ignored that. She parted her legs a little farther and then placed her hand on her quim, entering herself just slightly, as if she were alone.

He was silent.

Good.

She played with herself a bit, finding the touch that felt good.

“Fuck, Beatrice,” he said, finally.

“What is that?”

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Do you want to touch me?”

“Yes.”

“You may. But only if you do exactly as I say.”

He paused. She sighed.

“I won’t do anything to you. I promise.”

He moved towards her. “Tell me.”

“Get down on your knees.”

He slid down.

“Put your tongue on my clit. Touch me like you do with your hand, but this time with your tongue.”

He paused. “I might not be very good—”

She laughed. “I will take the chance.”

Then his mouth met her core.

The pleasure from his tongue was instant. So much better than her hand.

“Ah, that’s wonderful. Now, just explore. Like you did with your hand. Don’t worry about making me spend.”

He began licking her clit, evidently experimenting with long and short strokes of his tongue. It felt incredible.

“That’s wonderful. You can lick inside of me too.”

He followed her direction. He licked down to her channel and parted her with his tongue, finding that spot which always filled her with so much pleasure.

“Oh my God. Sweet heaven.”

He made a little growl of approval at her exclamation.

“I am close,” she said, “but I don’t want to come yet. Especially for me. Because I come so quickly. It’s better if you make it last. So move back upwards again. I am too sensitive here. I’ll spend too fast.”

He obeyed her, moving back up to her clit.

“Gently, just gently,” she urged.

And he obeyed. He suckled her lazily, letting the pleasure build. She felt herself tightening and tightening and tightening. She knew there was only so long she could hold off.

“Move your tongue back,” she panted, “to where it was before. Inside of me.” He did so, filling her with his tongue. “Now put your thumb on my clit. And don’t move it. Just apply pressure. And then lick me as you were doing before.”

She had never actually had a man do this exact combination before to her. She had only ever imagined it. She had never been close enough with any of her former lovers to ask. But she knew, somehow, that it would be a wonderful sensation.

And she was right.

He started licking inside of her and it was exquisite. Her hands clenched the bedcovers and she couldn’t stop from bucking upwards.

“Ah, Thomas. You’re going to make me come.”

He murmured into her, still licking, and she came apart. She clenched over his tongue. The pleasure coming in spasmatic waves that, for a constellation of mind-bending seconds, became deeper and more pleasurable with each one. An orgasm that got deeper as it went.

It was, without question, the best of her life.