Duchess of Mine (32 page)

“Do it again.” His voice rumbled up her
body.

Then he pushed his tongue into her once more,
and she ground against it. Over and over he thrust as she caught
him, trying to hold onto the sensation. Then the hand that cupped
her breast moved down, and a well-learned finger began to rub her
clit. He stroked her a couple times before the pressure broke. Her
body cracked with light as a ripple soared through her. She mewled
as wave after wave of pleasure cascaded into every pore of her
body, then released itself out in pulses of silver.

She realized she would collapse. Right on his
beautiful face. Extracting herself from his tongue, she felt
another pulsation tear through her body and fell sideways on the
plaid, away from him.

She still shook with her orgasm when she felt
his hands holding her, moving her.

“Ye all right?”

She fluttered her lids open enough to see him
wipe at his face, along his short beard. Something about that, the
thought that it was her on his visage, made another wave of
pleasure settle through her womb and shake all her other
muscles.

She nodded while closing her eyes. “So
good.”

“Why’d ye stop me then?”

“I was going to fall on your head, baby.” She
giggled. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Baby?” His voice was soft and quiet.

Flicking her eyes open, she asked, “Is it all
right if I call you that?”

A small smile grew on his face. “Aye.” He
maneuvered her to lay under him as he hovered over her, his plaid
tenting toward her. “Do—do ye need a break? To sleep for a
bit?”

She couldn’t help but softly laugh again. “I
wouldn’t do that to you.”

Reaching down she tried to catch his hard
cock in her hand, but he held her still. His red brows furrowed.
“But I’m not about to force myself on ye. Mayhap ye need to
rest?”

“Oh, baby,” she reached up and kissed his
forehead then nose, “sweetie, I’m verrah much a willing
participant.” She borrowed his accent and phrase, making him smile.
“I want you, Duncan. I want you inside me, please.”

His nostrils flared. “I want ye naked.”

“I want
you
naked.”

He huffed a quick laugh.

“How—how do you take off your plaid?”

“The belt.”

Eagerly she reached for the leather binding,
trying to unbuckle it in a flash.

“Wait. My boots and hose,” he said as he
reached down and hurriedly slipped them off.

She couldn’t help but admire him as he took
off something like a garter she hadn’t even seen on his long socks.
And where had that knife come from? His wide shoulders bunched and
squared as he went to work, and then she spotted his perfect
stomach, the way his muscles rippled as he unrolled his hose.

She was going to make love to that. All of
that. He would be inside her again. Her body spasmed again, utterly
surprising her. Then he turned and looked at her with a tiny
smile.

She tsked him, shaking her head. “Next time,
I want a show.”

“A show?”

“Like this.” Slowly she pulled up her shift,
revealing her thighs again, then unrolled one of her stockings.
Making sure her shift hid most of her, she lifted her leg, then
finally flicked off the hose.

He moaned. A muscle bulged in his jaw line.
“Lord, that was bonny.”

“Thank you.”

“But I’m not goin’ to do that.”

She giggled and he softly laughed too. Then
he planted his huge arms on either side of her shoulders and slowly
lowered himself to kiss her.

He pulled away quickly. “Sorry. I forgot.
Want me to wash yer taste out?”

She shook her head. “No.”

He groaned again and plowed into her body
with his next kiss. Grinding against her sex, she also felt the
loosened belt buckle pinch into her stomach. Reaching down between
their bodies, she somehow finished what she had started. But the
plaid didn’t fall away as she had hoped. Struggling with it, he
finally stopped kissing her and sat up on his heels. Slowly he
pulled the plaid down, his erection springing up the instant the
wool was free from him.

Now, she moaned. His wide shoulders, his
narrowed hips, every muscle of his bunched, seeming full of a
tension she could release. His penis was a bit on the big side, and
she was glad she hadn’t seen it before they’d made love the first
time. She wouldn’t have thought he could fit.

“You’re huge.”

He glanced down, his cock wavered a bit.
“Sorry.”

She giggled and beckoned by curling her
finger at him. “Please don’t be sorry. I’m a lucky girl.”

A crooked, cocky smile grew on his lips then.
He placed his hands on either side of her again, but this time she
reached down and caught his hardness with her hands. He stiffened
then and closed his eyes as she descended his length.

As she made her way back up and spent a
little extra time on the head of his cock, he whispered, “Oh
Lord.”

One of her hands cupped his bullocks then
squeezed as she felt the base of his cock again.

“Need ye now.”

She opened her legs wide, then slightly
pulled on his member, guiding him to her.

He stopped her, and removed her hands. “Need
ye naked.” Without a word, he rolled off her other stocking. She
smiled as he righted himself over her again. But he’d suddenly
gotten serious. “Do...do ye want to roll over, so I may unlace yer
stays?”

“Sure.”

But he hovered over her, looking down at her
with a pained expression.

She reached out and caressed both sides of
his face. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I want ye so badly.”

“I want you too.”

His brows furrowed, then he squinted his eyes
shut. “I want ye that way. I want ye from behind.”

She feathered her fingertips over his tense
face. “Sounds good to me. Can I stand though?”

His eyes popped open. “But...but ye don’
think me—”

“It sounds fun, Duncan. All of it sounds
fun.”

“But the kirk says I’m a sick man for wantin’
ye that way. I shouldn’t—”

She interrupted him by softly kissing his
moving lips. “Doesn’t the church think all of it is perverse,
making love in general? All I know is I don’t think you’re sick.”
She petted his face more, feeling the tension in his body slowly
leave. “You’ve tried all your life to do the right thing, to follow
orders. But with me, I just want you to follow . . .” She
swallowed. Damn it, she was supposed to be strong right now and be
bold enough to say, “to follow your heart.” It seemed like an easy
thing to voice but could lead to such complex issues. So her
stubborn fear resisted, and all she could do was point to his
heart. “With me, I want you to have fun.”

He smiled widely, then with only one arm he
lifted her. God, that was sexy the way he could raise her as though
she didn’t weigh much at all. He kissed down her throat as he
slowly spun her around. She felt his erection press against her
back, his fingers loosening her corset. Gently, he lifted her hair
and placed it over her shoulder as he kissed the nape of her neck.
Tingling sensations shot down her back. It felt so good.

One hand reached around and he cupped her
breast, kneading her at first, but once he found her nipple, making
her moan, he rolled over it, lightly pulling her tight nub. Her
corset finally gave way and he used both hands to tug it down her
hips. Then he lifted her shift gently up and over her head.

“I want to see ye,” he whispered in her ear,
then sucked in her lobe.

Placing his hands on her waist, Duncan slowly
turned her around. Feeling a bit nervous of his reaction, Fleur
caught his large arms for balance as he kept holding onto her
stomach.

Finally she glanced up, curious about his
silence. His gaze flittered all over her body, scanning her from
head to toe.

“Now who’s the lucky lad?” he asked with a
smile.

She gave in and grinned back. His hands
feathered over her skin, stopping briefly over her hips. Then he
knelt before her.

“Ye’re so bonny, Fleur.”

She swallowed, sensing the compliment filter
through her skin, making her feel as if she radiated beauty and
femininity. His hands caressed down to her thighs, then he smiled
up at her. A bit impishly. Leaning forward, he caught one of her
nipples in his mouth. She gasped the instant his mouth drew her in.
Arching into him, she gripped onto his strong shoulders, feeling
for herself the powerful muscles move as he gripped her backside.
His mouth found her other breast, then one of his hands reached up
and found her clitoris.

His tongue circled her nipple simultaneously
his talented thumb did below. She found her body beginning to build
the precious tension again.

“Duncan.”

He pulled away from her nipple. “Aye?”

“I need you now.”

His thumb rubbed against her a few more
times, making her legs almost buckle with need. But he finally
stood.

“Just a moment.”

And then he was gone.

He’d just made her so close to orgasm again,
and he left? Shaking, Fleur wondered where he’d run off to, when he
came back with a long wooden box. He placed it beside the stall’s
wall, then straightened, smiling.

“’Tis for ye to stand on.”

“Stand on?”

His face fell. “Oh, we don’ have to...if ye
changed yer mind.”

Then she finally got his meaning. He was
giving her the box so she wouldn’t have to stand on her toes, or,
heck, she hadn’t guessed the logistics of how to make love with his
front to her back. Leave it to the big guy to figure it out.

She softly giggled, then stood on it. Facing
him, she curled her finger at him again. “Don’t you think of
everything?”

He smiled, but then faltered. “We...don’t
have to. If ye changed ye mind...we don’t have to—”

“Duncan?”

“Aye?”

“Get over here, please.”

He obeyed quickly, and she wrapped her arms
around his neck. She was almost as tall as him now, and when he got
closer his cock was no longer against her stomach but glided
through her thighs. So close. They both moaned. He rested his hands
on her hips and rocked into her again, then again. They began
kissing somewhere in the midst of it all, letting their tongues
meet once more. He bent slightly, and lowered his hand until it
gripped her knee, then he tried to lift her leg.

She pushed against his chest. Not hard enough
to drive him away, but to stop him. His wild green and orange eyes
were glassy, but he tried to focus on her.

She shook her head. Then slowly tiptoed
around to face the wall. Twisting her neck she smiled at him. “Is
this what you wanted?”

He looked down at her body, nodding.

“This is what I want too.”

He lunged for her then, his mouth on hers,
his hands on her hips. Again, his length plummeted between her
thighs, but after a few crazy thrusts, she held onto his cock and
guided him to her entrance.

He growled, pulling away from the kiss, but
didn’t move the rest of his body. Only the head of his penis was
inside her, and she so badly needed more. Gripping onto the wooden
wall in front of her, she pushed her hips back, feeling inch by
lovely inch of him fill her. It had been just a few hours since
he’d made love to her against the wall outside the house, but even
so she was ravenous for this, for him.

He pulled on her chin, turning her face to
his to kiss her again, devouring her lips. Then he finally began to
pump into her. In and out, he gripped onto her hips. His kisses
became clumsy and his hot breath met hers.

“So good,” he whispered.

“Yes,” she moaned.

Reaching around, he found her clit again,
instantly tightening the building tension in her body. He circled
her nub with his fingers, timing it perfectly with every thrust of
his. She had to break away from the kiss and lean farther into the
wall, her knees becoming weak. In so doing she arched more into his
pistoning hips. His other hand found her breast, caressing her
sensitive skin, finding the nipple and pinching.

His thrusts were becoming more powerful,
faster.

“Oh, Duncan.” Over her shoulder, she saw
him—so strong, touching her everywhere, losing himself in the
act.

He moaned.

She wanted him to say her name, and the fact
that he hadn’t stung, but she did her best to push that thought
away.

“Fleur?” Duncan stilled and with one hand
pulled her face closer. “Where did ye go? Ye have such a far away
stare. Do ye want me to stop?”

She shook her head.

He took a huge breath. “Ye don’ want this.
Jesus, I’m—”

Somehow, she twisted herself enough to kiss
him. After forcing her tongue in his mouth, he began to move, not
only his lips, but his hips too. But very slowly.

She knew she had to say something, he was
hesitating. Pulling away from the kiss, she told him as much of the
truth as she could bear. “I...I’m...I’m just so happy.”

Giving her a wide smile he kissed her
tenderly, sweetly. Then pulled away and out of her. She pouted
right away, but he lifted her in his arms.

“I’m so happy too, Fleur, my bonny
flower.”

He laid her on the plaids he’d prepared for
his bed, spreading them out, then fanning her hair around. Hovering
over her, he kept his grin, but it had waned into something a bit
more serious.

“Aye, so happy.”

Slowly he kissed her as he fitted himself
between her thighs. Then he was inside her again. This time his
thrusts were slow, careful, deliberate, and so tender. All the
while he kissed her, letting her invade his mouth, then vice versa.
She lifted her legs, wanting him deeper inside, placing her knees
along his sides. His pace quickened. After she moaned, he reached a
hand between their bodies, where he found her nub, making her arch
into him. She lowered one leg to try to meet him thrust for thrust.
His breath accelerated as did his rocking. He growled against her
mouth.