Page 40 of Tempting the Marquess

“Wait,” he admonished, trailing the same finger down between her damp folds, back and forth until she tingled and his finger was slick with the wetness he’d spoken of earlier. Then slowly, oh so slowly, he pushed it inside her and stroked her inner walls. “Yourquim.”

Panting hard, Samantha stared at him. How could anyone be expected to choose? Both felt so wonderful. “I…ah…”

“Hurry, now,” he said, tormenting her once more as he pressed that swollen nub then swirled his finger inside her. “Clitoris orquim?”

She whimpered, her hips bucking. “I…please…”

William’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. “Hmmm. I do believe my greedy lady wants both. Clitoris stroked and quim fingered, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Then ask me nicely, and I’ll gladly oblige.”

He wanted her to say those wicked words out loud? Her mind protested, even as her body screamed for her to obey. The ache between her legs had gotten so much worse, almost pulsing in time with her heartbeat, and the copious wetness gathering there was perfuming the air with a spicy, earthy fragrance. “William…”

“Say it,” he said sternly, smoothing her nether curls with the back of his knuckles and yet maddeningly avoiding both special spots he’d just awakened.

Samantha quivered. “B-both. My clitoris and my q-quim.”

“Good. Very good, darling,” he replied, finally taking pity on her. His big hand cupped her entire mound, his thumb teasing her clitoris, and his middle finger again slid insideher.

With a low cry, she writhed against him, frantically circling and lifting her hips to increase the friction. Perspiration glistened on her skin as she strived toward a goal she couldn’t even name but wanted more than anything in the world. “William…Ineed…”

“I know,” he said, and simultaneously pressed hard with his thumb while plunging his fingerdeep.

Her world splintered, sending throbbing waves of intense sensation rushing through her, and she screamed.

OhGod.

What on earth had just happened?

* * *

He’d just givenSamantha her first orgasm.

Fierce satisfaction surged through William, making him a trifle lightheaded. That other bastard in Yorkshire didn’t matter a whit. He was a technicality. He hadn’t seen Samantha’s beautiful body, didn’t know the sweetness of her nipples or the delicious scent of her arousal, and he sure as hell hadn’t seen her look of stunned wonder and excitement as he introduced her to passion or made hercome.

William Hastingshad.

And now he needed to be inside her as soon as possible. His cock had never been harder, and it was humbling to think how fast he would probably climax. Well, it had been a while, and Samantha was like an erotic painting brought to life the way she lay sprawled on his bed, her creamy skin flushed and glistening, her nipples darkened to raspberry from his mouth, and her thighs spreadwide.

Gently extracting his finger from her soaked quim, he again slicked his fingers in her wetness, then lubricated his engorgedcock.

Samantha bit her lip and sat up. “Can I touch it? Your, ah…”

This woman would be the death of him. “Mycock?”

“Yes,” she said, her cheeks scarlet.

He nodded, one short jerk of his head, and quickly discarded his shoes, stockings, and trousers.

With an adorable frown of concentration, Samantha stroked his erection with a fingertip. Up and down, all the way from his swollen balls up to the head, damp with his own moisture and hers. But when she began to encircle him with her fingers and added the lightest of squeezes, he groaned and grabbed herhand.

“You are too fast a learner,” he said ruefully, and her look of disappointment eased into a smile. “If you keep touching me like that it will be all over before it has even started, and I want to be inside you. I hate to be indelicate, but have you used a sponge before?”

“No…why?”

“Soaked in brandy, they are a way to prevent pregnancy,” he said, moving away from the bed and over to a drawer. Sifting through several items, he finally found a small drawstring bag with a sponge inside, a purchase made so long ago it was embarrassing for it to still be unused. “Likethis.”