Kitty moaned with helpless delight as Alexander licked her folds, parting them, and then he covered her nub with his lips, sucking it delicately. The soft lash of his tongue as it circled her bundle of pleasure was too much and not enough. For blissful seconds, she lost all rational ability to think…to breathe. She could only cry out her pleasure for endless moments.
Since their marriage eight months before, he’d often loved and worshipped her body with his tongue and mouth, often reclining while she rode his tongue and then his body. It was naughty…decadent…and wicked sinfulness in one remarkable package.
Ripples of ecstasy danced over her skin, burning her from the outside in. Before she could speak, his warm, powerful body slid over hers and he blanketed her from behind. She turned her head on the silken sheets. “My darling,” she gasped, recalling that yesterday they’d spent the day on the deck resting and reposing on padded reclined chairs because of the twinges of pain in his lower back. “Let me—”
“No, I’ll be in control,” he murmured before easing a hand between their bodies. “I hunger for you like this.”
Suddenly his fingers caressed along her thighs, brushing and tugging at her folds and nub of pleasure. Then the hard, thick pressure of his cock pressed against her entrance. Her entire body quaked in response, and her hips arched into him almost involuntarily.
They usually came together with sweet, fiery passion at least once, sometimes twice per week, more frequently than she had anticipated. Kitty, however, always rode her love in exciting and inventive ways. There were nights and days where she peered into his eyes and took them on a slow, sweet glide, and there were days when, though she was on top of him, it was his hands that controlled her movements, slamming her onto his cock with ravaging bliss and directing the outcome of their pleasure.
It was beyond wonderful, and Kitty and the duke couldn’t have been happier.
Still, there were a few rare times when Alexander took control, by placing her on her back and coming over her. Or sometimes shifting both on their sides with him curved into her to make love. Never had he taken her like this, where he placed Kitty on her stomach and his wonderful strength covered her from behind.
He kissed her shoulder before nipping along her neck gently. To feel the strength and mass of him behind her made her feel small and vulnerable yet sensual and empowered. She could feel the tremble of his breath, sense the beat of his heart against her back, see the corded muscle of the forearm by her head.
He wanted her, desperately.
“Take me, Alexander,” she groaned against the lips that kissed along her mouth. The provocative urge was dragged from her heart, breathed into his mouth.
With his knee, he moved her thighs wider. With a steady push of his cock against her sex, he parted her. His hips flexed, and she couldn’t prevent her sharp intake of breath at the thick fullness that invaded her slick channel until he was seated to the hilt inside her.
“Alexander!”
He pressed a soothing kiss along her nape. Kitty gloried in the burn, in the possession.
Then he started to stroke inside her. Pleasure and a bite of pain scorched along her nerve endings, and she gripped the sheets in a fist, whimpering at the overwhelming assault on her senses. He wrenched low moans from her with each excruciating inward plunge, and the heavy pressure blended with the sweetest pleasure, and exquisite tension twisted in her belly.
“Katherine.”
Her name was a rough, sensual whisper in her ear.
“You are so hot and tight,” he growled against her nape. “So wet for me, my Katherine. I need more of you.”
“Yes,” she gasped, arching her hips and gripping the sheets.
And her love increased his strokes with piercing depth and strength. Sharp fists of pleasure pounded at Kitty, consuming her. Sweat slicked their skin, and the rich scent of his masculinity engulfed her, spicy and evocative. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, the tension broke, and she convulsed, screaming her delight. Seconds later, a guttural sound burst from his throat as he was spent inside her.
They stayed like that, their harsh breaths mingling together. His body lifted from hers, and then she felt the press of a cloth between her legs, cleaning her. Strong but gentle hands turned her over, and the most beautiful blue eyes ensnared hers.
He brushed a thumb across her bottom lip with such gentleness, her throat ached.
“Have I told you how much I love you, my duchess?” he murmured against her lips before pressing a tender kiss there.
“Every day, several times, and I love to hear you tell me, because I love you so very much,” she said shakily, still unmoored from the bliss shivering through her body. He made her feel beautiful, desirable, treasured. He made her feel so much. “I believe I might be with child,” she blurted, and held her breath.
For a timeless moment, he froze; then the tension eased from his muscles, and a harsh breath sawed from his throat.
Her whole being seemed to fill
with waiting. He dropped his forehead to hers and closed his eyes; then the most beautiful smile curved his lips.
“How you complete me, Katherine. Thank you for this future gift.”
Happiness burst inside like sunshine. She slipped her hands around his neck and held him tight to her. “We’ll know for certain when we return home,” she whispered, tears smarting her eyes.
He kissed along her lashes. “Are they tears of joy, my love?” he murmured huskily.