Page 14 of Reforming the Rakish Marquess

She nodded.

He took her right hand in his and helped her to cup her own breast. “You might enjoy this.” He used his other hand to free her breast from her stays and push the neck of her dress down. At least he had a full view of that part, and what her creamy white breast looked like cupped in her own hand.

Jude guided her to rub her nipples, brushing his own fingers against the tight bud for himself. She let out a soft mewl.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Would you like something more?” He hoped she did.

“Yes.”

He knew she wouldn’t say so, but he still felt relieved to hear the word escape her lips. With his fingers still guiding hers, she ran her hand down her body until they reached the sensitive pearl that nested within her curls. Once he brushed her fingers across the nub, she arched her back and moaned.

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” she cried. “How did I not know that was there?”

“It’s a well-kept secret from young ladies.”

He helped her apply a bit more pressure and guided her finger to circle it. Her moans escaped at a steady pace, and his cock relished how her body pressed and moved against him.

Jude urged her finger down lower and helped her to slide it within herself. “That’s your cunt.”

The action pulled more intense moans from her, and increased the throbbing from between his own legs. “Do you feel wetness within yourself?”

She nodded. “Very much so.”

“That means you are enjoying yourself.” He guided her in how to move her finger in and out of herself. If he didn’t feel for himself, he might explode. She undulated her body with the movement of her hand. Jude closed his eyes, reveling in the moment.

He couldn’t stand it any longer. If she was going to experience her first climax in his lap, it was damn well going to be because he gave it to her. He pulled her hand to his lips and sucked her sweet wetness from her finger. She gasped, and he grinned at her shocked reaction. He turned his head to face hers, brushing his lips against her ear. “Now you know what to do, so just enjoy it now while I do it for you.”

Jude palmed the breast that lay exposed, kneading it and teasing her nipple. When he decided she could stand it no more, he brought both hands around her body and between her legs, holding her tight against him. He slid a finger inside her and closed his eyes, imagining what his cock might feel like sheathed in her heat. She undulated against him, and he increased the speed at which he pleasured her. With his other hand, he found her pearl, and she cried out when he circled it with his fingers.

“You can think of me when you do this to yourself,” he whispered. Why did I say that? Do I even want her to think about me outside of our time together? He didn’t need her forming a deeper attachment to him. But something about her pleasuring herself with only thoughts of him made his cock throb harder.

She nodded and moaned, rocking herself into his movements. Her bottom teased his cock, and it was one of the most erotic, sensual moments he’d ever experienced.

He added another finger to join his first one, increasing the pace he used to thrust them inside of her. She rocked and undulated harder and he knew she was so close to experiencing what she wanted.

“You’re going to come for me,” he said, brushing his lips against her ear as he spoke. Her only response was a low moan.

He knew the moment she was going to shatter, when her cunt clenched around his finger and her body stilled. He didn’t relent and let her ride every delicious second of the waves of pleasure when she cried out his name.

Never had he enjoyed hearing his own name so much. The intensity of the moment and her bottom moving against his cock caused him to explode in his breeches like a green lad. He couldn’t remember the last time he had such an intense climax. Thankfully, he wore dark breeches, so he could attempt to get himself home to change his clothing, with no one being the wiser.

She kept her head laid back on his shoulder, and they sat in silence for a few minutes while their breathing returned to normal. He lowered her skirts so that her legs were covered.

“That was… I had no idea.”

“That, my dear, was an orgasm. And now you’ve had your first.”

She sat up, and turned so she sat across his lap, with both legs dangling over one of his thighs. It felt so intimate that he should have shifted her to sit beside him, but he liked her sitting across his lap. Yet another thing he wasn’t going to allow himself to dissect.

“But what about you? Is there something I can do for you?”

He shook his head. “You don’t need to worry about that.”

“I want to, truly,” she said, placing her hand on his half-erect cock through his breeches.