Page 64 of A Contracted Spouse for the Prizefighter

“Like … phallus-shaped things,” he said remembering what she had called it before. “I thought you might have taken inspiration from those ladies in the illustrations.”

Her face turned even more scarlet. “No, never,” she admitted in a choked voice.

“How does it feel?”

Her brow puckered. “It’s fine,” she said evasively.

Clem circled her clitoris with his thumb. “And now?” he asked.

She made a muffled sound. “That’s better,” she admitted.

“Tell me when it’s not enough,” he said, releasing her nipple to make his way toward the other one.

Her eyes fluttered open. “Not enough?” she repeated blankly.

“I’ll give you two,” he said and opened his mouth over her other nipple.

Dora’s eyes drifted shut again. “Ohhhh!” After a few minutes, her fingers dug into the back of his neck and Clem drew back, quizzically. “I need to …” She whipped her chemise up and over her head.

Clem drew in a shuddering breath. “Christ, Dora,” he groaned.

“What is it?” she asked, looking suddenly self-conscious. “My breasts?” she pulled a face. “They’re not exactly impressive,” she said with a nervous laugh.

“They’re perfect,” Clem disagreed.

“Perfect?”

“Your nipples …” he groaned. “Oh my God.”

“They’re rather large, aren’t they?” Dora said unhappily. “Nothing like the tiny pink rosebuds you see in paintings.”

“Nothing like them,” Clem agreed huskily. “They’re a hundred times better.” She looked frankly astonished by his reaction. “I could tell they were dark through your chemise,” he confessed blowing out a ragged breath, “but I didn’t realize what a beautiful color they would be.”

“You—you really think so?” she said in a dazed voice, glancing down at them herself.

“I really fucking do,” he said hoarsely. “May I?” he lifted his free hand and, when Dora nodded, touched her breasts gently, stroking and handling them with the reverence they deserved. Her large brown nipples were already stiff from his earlier attention, and he could hardly keep his eyes off them. Finally, he could stand it no longer and leaned down to kiss the sensitive peaks.

“Gorgeous,” he sighed and felt one of her hands slide into his hair, petting him there. Clem opened his mouth over the first of her luscious nipples and sucked it into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. After lavishing the same attention on the other, he began once more to slowly move his fingers between her legs.

“Ready for more?” he asked.

“Yes,” Dora whispered, her gaze hazy with desire as he slid a second finger inside her. She bit her lip and closed her eyes.

“Are you close, Dorabella?” he asked even though he could tell she was from a million tells: the restless shift of her hips, the way her sweet cleft was clenching around his fingers.

“I—oh—yes,” she gasped, and just like that, she tipped right over the edge with a broken cry. He swooped down to cover her lips with his own, but Dora was no screamer. She came with a hoarse whimper and a choked gasp. Clem was not sure why he liked it so much.

Carefully, he removed his hand from between her legs but instead of rolling off her, he drew her further into his arms. Her whole body was trembling and flushed and holding her close in that moment, felt like the most natural thing in the world to him. It was strange how protective of her he felt. “Breathe, Dora,” he murmured against her brow.

She drew in a ragged breath. “Thank you,” she murmured at last, her arms slipping around his neck. She pressed a kiss to his cheek. “That was lovely, Clem.”

For some reason, that made him grin. “Yes, it was,” he agreed throatily.

“You’re not in any … discomfort?” she asked, trying to glance down between them, but his chest was in the way.

“I’m very hard, if that’s what you mean. But not in any imminent danger of embarrassing myself.”

“That’s good,” she sighed, dropping her head back onto his shoulder. “I’ll get my breath back in a minute.”