Page 25 of Lily and the Duke
Was she willing to spend the rest of her life longing for the man she loved for the sake of experiencing the pleasure he was willing to give her now? It was too important a decision to make without giving it serious thought first.
She pulled her cloak more tightly about her. “I believe I need more time to think through your offer—”
“No!” Gabriel’s protest was accompanied by him pulling Lily into his arms. “No,” he groaned again. “I need you to stay, Lily. Please,” he urged again before his lips claimed hers. “Lily, I needyou.”
If anything, Gabriel’s kisses were more fevered, more demanding than last time. Within seconds, Lily knew she would give this man anything, agree to anything, if he would only continue kissing her.
Lily tasted like pure nectar and lust, addictive in every way, the longer Gabriel continued to devour and claim her lips and mouth for his own.
He rested his forehead against hers when he finally released her lips to stare down at her. “Will you allow me to touch you?”
She moistened her lips, her pupils expanding when she no doubt tasted him there. “Where?”
Everywhere!
Anywhere and everywhere Lily would allow.
But there was no rush, Gabriel reminded himself. They had time. Time to enjoy each other. Tolearneach other.
“Your breasts,” he breathed softly. “I should very much like to touch, caress, and suckle your breasts.”
Her eyes widened. “Men do the latter?”
“I cannot speak for other men, but this man intends to do so, yes.” Even the thought of drawing one of Lily’s nipples into his mouth, licking, and then sucking on that turgid bud, caused Gabriel’s aroused cock to throb and leak inside his drawers.
He wondered what it would be like to suckle Lily’s breasts if they were full of milk so that he could taste that creamy nectar for himself. He had never done such a thing before, but he knew that suckling on Lily’s full and milky breasts would be the height of eroticism.
That sucking on her breasts at all would surpass any other pleasure he had experienced these past twenty years.
He was right!
Having unfastened her gown and chemise at the back, before pulling that material down low enough to bare her breasts, he then lay her down on the chaise before allowing his gaze to feast on the uptilting globes. They were tipped with nipples that were a deep pink and fully engorged.
“Beautiful,” he admired as his hands cupped beneath them and the soft pads of his thumbs brushed lightly over those sensitive buds.
Lily’s response was to groan, her back arching into the caress.
Gabriel moistened his lips. “I have heard, but I have never experienced it, that some women are able to have an orgasm only from nipple play.” He stroked his thumbs over her nipples a second time and she instantly responded with another aching groan and arching of her back into the touch.
“What is nipple play?” Lily finally gathered her senses enough to ask.
“This is,” Gabriel murmured as he continued to rub one of those aroused nipples with his thumb whilst taking the other one between his thumb and fingers to squeeze and then pull on it in the same rhythm as the pad of his thumb ran lightly over its twin.
Lily had absolutely no idea what was happening to her as pleasure such as she had never experienced rose inside her. High, then higher still, her limbs moving restlessly in an effort to reach a pinnacle that she desperately needed but seemed just out of her reach.
“Gabriel, please,” she begged. “Please!”
“Tell me what you need,” he prompted gruffly, his eyes so dark, they appeared black.
“A release from this torment. Something. But I do not know what— Oh dear God,” she cried out as the heat of Gabriel’s mouth closed about one of her nipples, sucking hard at the same time as his fingers and thumb pulled down on her other nipple.
Pleasure exploded deep inside her, radiating out to every particle of her body, accompanied by a kaleidoscope of colors behind her closed lids.
The pleasure went on and on, fired by Gabriel’s continued sucking and pulling on her sensitive nipples until another even fiercer force of release coursed through her.
Followed by another.
Until it seemed that the pleasure of Gabriel’s mouth and hands on her breasts, the touch of him, was all that did or ever would exist.
