Lily and the Duke (Sex and the Season 1)
“Are you all right?” Daniel asked.
“I-It’s so big. I’m so full.” Her words were a breathless rasp.
“Do you want me to stop?”
God, no. “N-No. Don’t stop.”
“Oh, thank God.” Daniel’s body crushed against hers, nearly knocking the air out of her lungs.
“I c-can’t breathe, Daniel.”
“I’m so sorry, love.” He adjusted his body. “Better?”
“Yes, yes,” she whispered. “Show me what to do.”
“Just kiss me.”
He clamped his mouth onto hers and began to move within her, pulling himself out then pushing back into her in a rhythm she met with her hips.
“So sweet, so tight,” Daniel said against her neck.
The burning of his intrusion slowly turned from ache into pleasure as he nudged her sensitive peak with each sensational thrust. Her whole body throbbed, and soon the waves of pleasure rippled through her again. As she sobbed her climax, he thrust mightily, his entire body pulsating against her in a blazing explosion.
“Lily. My God, Lily.”
Chapter 4
Daniel slowly turned onto his side, cuddling Lily in his arms, gently pulling her leg over his hip, their bodies still joined.
“Sweet Lord,” he said.
Lily let out a nervous giggle. “I guess men
do have their uses.” She laced her fingers through his hair.
He laughed softly and kissed her nose. “Go to sleep, love.”
* * *
Lily awoke to the noonday sun streaming through the bay window in Daniel’s bedchamber. Should she feel regretful? Ashamed? Oddly, she felt only relaxed.
She sat up in bed and turned to feast her eyes on the man lying next to her. He was on his back, one arm strewn across his eyes. Oh, he was beautiful. Timidly she reached over and ran her fingers through the tawny curls on his well muscled chest. When she reached a nipple, it hardened beneath her touch. She feathered her hands down lower, traced a circle around his navel, and laced her fingers through the dark blond curls of his private area. His sex hung loosely, looking so different than it had during his arousal. She touched the softness apprehensively and then shyly removed her hand. Turning her head to look at his beautiful sleeping face, she found his green eyes open, smoldering as he looked at her.
“Don’t stop,” he said.
“Forgive me.” Warmth crept over her skin.
He chuckled softly. “There’s nothing to forgive. I told you, I want you to touch me.”
She looked toward the window. “It must be nearly noon. The luncheon starts at one, and my sister and mother will be expecting me. I have to go.”
He reached for her hand and entwined their fingers together. “You have an hour. Stay with me. In fact, skip the luncheon. Have lunch with me. We can dine here.”
“I couldn’t possibly. Besides, I…need a bath.”
He gave her a half smile as he stroked her thumb. “I’ll bathe you.”
“Daniel…”