Page 81 of The Best Marquess

“I need to orgasm now,” he growled.

“Oh no,” said Pippa sweetly. “We’re just getting started.”

Finn loved her. And he’d been a virgin on their wedding night.

The staggering words had utterly splintered every rational, logical thought in her mind, to the point that Pippa was grateful she had something to do with her hands, something to anchor herself. Yet the more she pondered his confessions, the more she liked them.

As much as she liked pleasure toy play, and that was a whole lot.

Especially right now, when she had him teetering on the verge of a powerful release. Other men might have balked at the thought of their wife putting a finger or jade dildo into their backside, but not her Finn. He had the courage and heart to be both the sea wall and the vulnerable villager. Someone who protected and pleasured and petted but also allowed her to do the same for him. A true partnership.

Pippa frowned. Finn had always been her best friend, but never before had she considered him just hers. It seemed there had been a fundamental change. Finn her friend, then Finn her husband becoming…Finn her one true love?

Surely not. That was entirely too much like a romance novel. And yet…

“Something wrong, Pippet?”

She blinked at his concern, unwilling to share such a monumental thought just yet. Not when it wasn’t fully formed and lacked any kind of logical assessment. “I’m just, ah, pondering which position would be more comfortable for you with that dildo in. For me to ride you or perhaps us both on our hands and knees. Also, do you happen to have nipple clamps here? I should like to wear those again.”

“There are a pair in that leather purse,” he said unsteadily as he rocked a little on the mattress, his chest and temples glistening with perspiration. “I brought home the pearl ones.”

“You are such a clever husband. You may put them on me.”

While he watched, she leisurely removed her nightgown then chemise. His indrawn breath was most gratifying; with him she felt so sensual, spectacles and all. After removing the clamps from the purse, Pippa handed them over then straddled her husband, leaning forward and lowering her torso so he had easy access to her breasts.

As before, she enjoyed the way his fingers massaged and pinched her tender nipples in preparation for the initial bite of the clamps. But now she knew what to expect, her gasp was one of pure delight, and she relished the pain that crashed over her senses before dulling to the delicious throbbing ache that connected directly to her clitoris.

“You are…perfection,” rasped Finn, as he trailed a fingertip around her breasts, down to her navel, and back up again. “Straddling me wearing nothing but your spectacles, hair disheveled, nipples clamped, pussy all wet…but I’m concerned about your clitoris. It appears rather swollen. I may have to take a closer look.”

Pippa shivered with heady arousal. “And how might you do that?”

“Hold onto the headboard. Kneel on the pillows. And lower yourself onto my mouth.”

Good lord. Just like a rather excellent scene in A Wicked Comte.

Whimpering, Pippa went up on her knees. Naturally, she couldn’t allow his chest to be neglected, so as she inched forward, padding with the delicacy of a kitten, she threaded her fingers through his chest hair and bent her head to kiss and suck his nipples on the way up. He moaned and jerked at that, but when she briefly rubbed herself against his cock, teasing him with her bush, Finn swore rather colorfully.

“My goodness,” she scolded, teasing him further with a gentle kiss, brushing her lips back and forth against his, making him moan once more. “Language. There will be consequences.”

“You’re going to wash my mouth out with wet pussy?” he asked, so hopefully, that Pippa couldn’t help laughing.

“That does seem an appropriate punishment for the crime,” she said, rearranging the remaining pillows so they would both be comfortable. Then, holding the carved oak headboard for balance, Pippa gradually lowered herself until she hovered a few inches above his mouth. Close enough to feel the exhale of his breath, yet not close enough for him to use his tongue.

“Let me pleasure you, Pippet…”

The sheer yearning in his voice and the intense cravings of her own body made any further delays unthinkable. Pippa glided her pussy against his lips and Finn’s hands immediately curved around her backside, holding her to him. Seconds later his tongue began to move.

His magical tongue.

At the first flick against her throbbing clitoris, Pippa cried out and tightened her grip on the headboard. But Finn was ruthless, circling the swollen bud, fluttering his tongue against the side in the exact spot she liked, closing his lips around it and sucking firmly. She tried to hold the orgasm at bay, to revel in the journey to the top of the mountain before flying free, but willpower was no match for Finn’s tongue. Pippa screamed as she ground her pussy against his mouth in a greedy effort to prolong the sensation, and the additional tug on her clamped nipples hurled her over the edge into ecstasy.

Eventually she floated back to earth. Finn was stroking the sides of her thighs, and she shuffled back down so she straddled his abdomen rather than his face, before taking several deep breaths to try and regain her senses. “I like…orgasms.”

“I like giving them to you,” he replied as he attempted a smile, but she’d never seen his face look so strained.

Poor Finn needed to come more than any person in England. And she…well, as per usual, one orgasm was never enough.

Carefully, so she didn’t disturb her nipple clamps any more than necessary, Pippa moved away from him and kneeled on the bed. Then she leaned forward, resting her weight on her forearms. “I have a respectful request, good sir. To be fucked rough and deep enough from behind to make me scream again. Do you happen to know anyone who might oblige such a scandalous need?”