Sarah's Duke: and Ellie's Gentleman (The heir and the spare, book 1) by Georgiana Louis Page A
Authors: Georgiana Louis
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as she appeared. But he was glad he hadn’t. The hurt look on her face showed such disappointment he was worried he had put her off her explorations.
“Of course I do, I just didn’t realize you would want to touch me too.”
Sarah smiled a ‘cat in the cream’ smile, and shuffled closer. “Of course I do. You’re my husband.” And with that statement she pushed him gently so he lay on his back, and touched his nipples with her finger tips until they tightened into little points. She then leaned over him and sucked on one of his nipples until he gasped and bucked his hips. That went straight to his groin.
Then she looked up at him and moved back so she was laying on her side.
“You’ll have to show me something else so I know what else I can do.”
Oliver laughed, how could he not? He had envisioned their lovemaking as being a quiet affair, with her laying back and letting him do what he wanted to do to her. He had never dreamed she would be an active participant.
“Definitely,” he growled, rolling over the top of her and swooping down for a hot kiss. He broke away to run his lips and tongue down the smooth skin of her throat and ran it all the way down to the curve of her breast. Here he took his time, nipping and lapping at the flesh around the nipple until she began writhing and moving her nipple to the position she wanted it, into his mouth.
Oliver smiled against her skin and enjoyed both the taste of sweet skin and her moans of pleasure as she enjoyed his caresses. His hand toyed with the soft flesh of her other breast until he swapped over his attentions and began suckling its twin. The second one was just as warm, soft and delicious.
Sarah arched her back off the bed and brought her hands up to his hair to bind him to her.
Oliver chuckled against her skin, marveling at her wantonness. He kissed his way down her flat belly enjoying the navel, dipping his tongue into the crevice there in imitation of what he intended to do next. He had never performed this act on any woman as it wasn’t something he had wished to try with any courtesan. But his wife was responsive and beautifully honest in her passion, and he couldn’t wait to taste every inch of her body. The knowledge that she had never known another man was a much stronger aphrodisiac than he imagined. He moved back so that he was kneeling next to her, pulling the pantalettes down her slightly rounded hips and sighed again.
The curls at the apex of her thighs were only a few shades darker than the blonde curls on her head. She brought her hands up to cover herself but he grabbed them and laced his fingers with hers.
“Trust me, I would never hurt you,” he soothed, watching the beginnings of a tentative fear rising in her eyes.
At his words she visibly relaxed and opened her legs in invitation to whatever he wished to do. Oliver smiled and inhaled a sharp breath, releasing her hands and rolling back into his place between her thighs.
Oliver slid down to the thatch of hair between her legs and Sarah sat up, grabbing at his head. He flicked out his tongue and touched the most sensitive place he knew of. Sarah’s knees came together like a vice, locking his shoulders in place, then her whole body relaxed and she dropped back onto the bed with a moan.
Oliver pushed her legs apart and stared down at her a moment, marveling at how pink and perfect she was. The lips were soft and open for him. He dropped his head and kissed her flesh, loving the scent of her in his nose, the taste of her sweetness on his tongue. He licked and enjoyed her body, giving Sarah as much pleasure as he could. When he lowered his head and darted his tongue out to taste her core she screamed.
“Oliver, I can’t... It feels so...”
She was almost there. He knew women could experience just as much pleasure as men, it just wasn’t well known by his society. Most of his previous bed partners had been women who were paid for the pleasure of bedding them, and therefore
“Of course I do, I just didn’t realize you would want to touch me too.”
Sarah smiled a ‘cat in the cream’ smile, and shuffled closer. “Of course I do. You’re my husband.” And with that statement she pushed him gently so he lay on his back, and touched his nipples with her finger tips until they tightened into little points. She then leaned over him and sucked on one of his nipples until he gasped and bucked his hips. That went straight to his groin.
Then she looked up at him and moved back so she was laying on her side.
“You’ll have to show me something else so I know what else I can do.”
Oliver laughed, how could he not? He had envisioned their lovemaking as being a quiet affair, with her laying back and letting him do what he wanted to do to her. He had never dreamed she would be an active participant.
“Definitely,” he growled, rolling over the top of her and swooping down for a hot kiss. He broke away to run his lips and tongue down the smooth skin of her throat and ran it all the way down to the curve of her breast. Here he took his time, nipping and lapping at the flesh around the nipple until she began writhing and moving her nipple to the position she wanted it, into his mouth.
Oliver smiled against her skin and enjoyed both the taste of sweet skin and her moans of pleasure as she enjoyed his caresses. His hand toyed with the soft flesh of her other breast until he swapped over his attentions and began suckling its twin. The second one was just as warm, soft and delicious.
Sarah arched her back off the bed and brought her hands up to his hair to bind him to her.
Oliver chuckled against her skin, marveling at her wantonness. He kissed his way down her flat belly enjoying the navel, dipping his tongue into the crevice there in imitation of what he intended to do next. He had never performed this act on any woman as it wasn’t something he had wished to try with any courtesan. But his wife was responsive and beautifully honest in her passion, and he couldn’t wait to taste every inch of her body. The knowledge that she had never known another man was a much stronger aphrodisiac than he imagined. He moved back so that he was kneeling next to her, pulling the pantalettes down her slightly rounded hips and sighed again.
The curls at the apex of her thighs were only a few shades darker than the blonde curls on her head. She brought her hands up to cover herself but he grabbed them and laced his fingers with hers.
“Trust me, I would never hurt you,” he soothed, watching the beginnings of a tentative fear rising in her eyes.
At his words she visibly relaxed and opened her legs in invitation to whatever he wished to do. Oliver smiled and inhaled a sharp breath, releasing her hands and rolling back into his place between her thighs.
Oliver slid down to the thatch of hair between her legs and Sarah sat up, grabbing at his head. He flicked out his tongue and touched the most sensitive place he knew of. Sarah’s knees came together like a vice, locking his shoulders in place, then her whole body relaxed and she dropped back onto the bed with a moan.
Oliver pushed her legs apart and stared down at her a moment, marveling at how pink and perfect she was. The lips were soft and open for him. He dropped his head and kissed her flesh, loving the scent of her in his nose, the taste of her sweetness on his tongue. He licked and enjoyed her body, giving Sarah as much pleasure as he could. When he lowered his head and darted his tongue out to taste her core she screamed.
“Oliver, I can’t... It feels so...”
She was almost there. He knew women could experience just as much pleasure as men, it just wasn’t well known by his society. Most of his previous bed partners had been women who were paid for the pleasure of bedding them, and therefore
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