Page 83 of The Virgin Duchess
“Frederick, you terrible tease.” Charlotte glared down playfully at him, tangling her fingers in his hair and encouraging him to return to her. “You cannot leave me on edge like this.”
He released a charming, if devilish, chuckle, and Charlotte squirmed, desperate for more from him. Extending her lower lip in a pout was enough to get him moving again, and Frederick returned his impressive skills to her core.
Charlotte’s eyes rolled back almost immediately, and she was right there at the cusp of release in moments. The way her husband swirled his tongue through her was enough to get her toes curling. Then his fingers joined the work, slipping inside and calling out the orgasm that was right on the brink of detonation.
“Yes! Please!”
Frederick didn’t pull back this time, his ministrations ticking up to a greater speed as he worked every angle she possessed with his wicked talent. It was only seconds, and then Charlotte was careening off that cliff and soaring into the sky as she fell apart. She writhed beneath Frederick’s tongue, and he took her through every burst of sensation until she was a puddle of herself.
“That’s my sweet darling.” Frederick kissed the inside of her thigh before beginning his slow climb up her body. “So gorgeous as she breathes so very hard for me. So…pink.”
The heat in Charlotte’s cheeks doubled, and she knew that she was blushing as bright as ever. Her husband only smiled, pressing his lips to hers as he shuffled her around the bed. Charlotte was unsure what Frederick was doing until he had her up against the headboard, her hands spread wide against the wall.
With his hands on her hips, Frederick pulled her so that her backside pressed out, taking two firm handfuls of her.
“Are you ready, my love?” The blunt head of his erection notched at her entrance.
Charlotte moaned, the tease riling her right back up. “Yes…Oh, God, yes.”
Frederick pressed in, sheathing himself as deeply as possible until they were completely joined. Charlotte squeezed down around his shaft, her mind malfunctioning as he sank himself in so very deep and held it there before starting a maddeningly slow rhythm.
She could feel him rub and slide against every inch of her walls, the feelings going straight to her head. That sensitive bud tingled, practically burned, and she groaned as Frederick, at last, slid all the way free only to plunge back into her with more force.
It was an incredible dance between them, one she had missed so fervently since he’d been injured. Having her husband back like this, knowing that it would be the first of many reunions they would experience over the years, was so impactful. She had heard him say that he loved her, knew it in her bones, and now Charlotte could feel it with every pointed stroke that scrambled her mind.
“Frederick…”
The plea was so soft, so feather-light, but Charlotte could tell he heard it when his grip on her hips tightened, his thumb stroking over her skin.
“I am right here, dearest. I will always be right here.” He slid in and out, so painfully slow but so purposeful—so perfectly. “I promise.”
Charlotte lost herself to the sensations then, allowing everything else to drop away as she rode out the waves of pleasure delivered by the man whom she’d fallen in love with. It had seemed so unlikely, so impractical, but becoming Frederick’s wife had been the best decision of her life.
Even if she did not realize it at the time.
“My precious Charlotte.” Her husband pressed all the way inside her, rolling his hips in a circle that made him light up all her nerves—neglected and overstimulated equally. “I love you endlessly, and I want to feel you climax. Come undone for me, precious. I have so missed the way you feel.”
Without needing to increase his speed, Frederick delivered powerful thrusts, each one hitting as far into Charlotte as was possible. It only took seconds for her to tip over the edge and gratefully fall into bliss. She clenched around his erection, sparks flickering behind her tightly closed lids.
“That’s it, precious.” Frederick squeezed her flesh so tight. “Ugh,that’sit.”
Frederick kicked inside her; the delightful twitches followed by incredible warmth that suffused her very soul. Charlotte tumbled through another release, spurred on by the way her husband utterly emptied into her. It was heat and connection and slick bliss that bloomed between them.
And she could have lived in that moment for all eternity.
Charlotte felt the energy of the room ease down. After a moment, when he was at last truly finished, Frederick guided them down to the bed, lying on their sides as he remained tucked inside her, joining them still.
“You are so incredible, Charlotte. You have allowed me to find my bravery, and I will be forever grateful.”
“I love you, sweet husband.” Charlotte reached over her shoulder, pulling Frederick toward her for a brief kiss. “And, fortunately, we have all evening to make up for lost time.”
Frederick chuckled, wrapping his arm around her waist and snuggling into her.
“We have our entire lives, darling. From now until I expire, I am yours.”
Charlotte grinned, her eyes closed and exhaustion creeping up at the edges. She was content to fall asleep just like this and wake to repeat the endeavor as many times as they could before tomorrow when their responsibilities would be waiting for them.
“And I am yours, my Frederick. Always.”
The End?
