Her fingers slid over his chest and brushed across his flat nipples. He reached for the buttons on his trousers eager to let her fingernails skim up his hard length. As he reached to remove them, she brushed his hands away and took over.
“It’s your turn for pleasure,” she whispered. She pulled the trousers over his hips and then giggled as his cock sprang forth.
She divested him of his shoes and clothes before looking back down at his cock. “May I?”
“You can touch me.” Dear God, please touch me.
Her fingers ran up the long length of him until she found the top. Circling her palm around him almost did him in. He closed his eyes, reveling in the moment and trying to find some self-control so he didn’t come in her hand.
Warm moisture enclosed him. He opened his eyes and fought for control. She was on her knees in front of him, sliding her mouth up and down the length of him. Desire clawed at him. There was no waiting.
He reached down and pulled her to her feet.
Blinking she looked up at him. “Didn’t you like that?”
Colin laughed softly. “Far too much, Selina. If you’d kept that up, the evening would be over now.”
She frowned slightly and then as if understanding his meaning, a slow smile lit her face. “Oh.”
He clasped her hand and tugged her toward the bed. “Come on, we aren’t done yet.”
She giggled and walked to the bed. He picked her up and brought her down on the soft mattress. “What else do you mean to do?”
This time, he chuckled. “Let me show you.” He sucked her nipple until she squirmed under him. Her hips grazed against his shaft, tempting him to hurry. He tickled a finger down her belly until he reached her moist folds. Feeling how damp she was, he shifted until his cock prodded her entrance.
He moved slowly, letting her stretch to his size. Feeling her tense, he slid his mouth back to her breast. A soft moan erupted from her as he inched forward into her tightness. With no barrier, he finally reached the hilt. Moist heat encircled him, pulling him closer to the brink.
But not this time.
She would reach her climax before he came deep inside her. As he slid out and then back in, she moved her hips in the rhythm. Her moans increased as he quickened the pace.
“Colin,” she moaned.
He felt her tighten around him as she reached her peak. Unable to stop, he followed her over the precipice as waves of pleasure racked his body.
Finally, he collapsed on top of her. Neither could slow their breathing down as they attempted to recover their senses. He inhaled the heady scent of her before rolling off to lie on the bed.
A part of him felt guilty for his actions. Not because he was betraying Mary, but because he took Selina’s innocence. She wasn’t the type of woman a duke married. She was the type a man kept as a mistress.
He turned on his side and watched as she dozed, naked and sated. Her blond hair spread across the coverlet like the rays of the sun. His thoughts turned dark as he remembered how Mary always insisted on keeping her shift on as they made love. He had thought it endearing that after a year of marriage she still felt embarrassed to have him stare at her.
Selina never seemed shy about her body with him. She had stood in front of him as he pleasured her with his tongue. Something Mary had never allowed. Selina was a free spirit who understood that what happened between a man and a woman was a natural act.
A frantic knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. “Yes?” he whispered so as not to awaken her.
“Your Grace, I need to speak with you,” Mr. Roberts said in a rush. “If you do not mind, I would prefer not to do it through the door.”
“I’ll be there in a moment.”
Gingerly he moved off the bed and found his disheveled clothing. After dressing quickly, he went to the door and walked into the hall. If Roberts thought it strange not to be invited into the duke’s bedchamber, he never said a word.
“What is the matter, Roberts?”
“It’s Miss White, sir. I cannot find her anywhere. I searched her room and checked with your sister. No one has seen her since dinner.”
“Perhaps she had to check on someone outside of the house,” he said as he slid a glance toward his door.
“She would have told one of the footmen.”