CHAPTER 19 — THE BEST NIGHT OF HIS LIFE
The Duke placed his lower teeth directly on her nipple and the upper teeth on the mound of her fair breasts, sucking, gently biting, blowing and licking. Emeera shook violently like she wanted to flee his bed but he pinned her down and continued teasing. He went up to her mouth, his tongue chasing hers in a wild game she played. She felt so wet and moaned, begging him to take her. “Not yet,” he whispered, a wicked fire in his eyes. His mouth was back on her second breast, while his fingers caressed the first. Emeera’s whole body vibrated with waves of pleasure that felt like torture. Her body was on fire. She needed him. “Please… Please…” She begged.
“Please what?” He mocked. In response, she took his hand down to her slit. It was warm and dripping with her fluids. “You are so wet,” he says. She closed her legs to keep his fingers in.
“Please,” she begged again. He had always considered her sexy but this was the sexiest he had seen her. It never occurred to him that Emeera could beg him to make love to her. It was one thing to want a woman, it was another thing for her to desire you right back.
“Not yet,” he whispered, pointing a finger at her face. She sucked on the finger with her large eyes holding his gaze. He had not known how erotic she could be. The eye contact she kept with him was more than he could handle. He was used to women who closed their eyes. Emeera did not look away or close them. Her dark eyes pierced him. He could see her response to everything he did.
Her eyes widened as he slid a finger into her, playing with her clit. At this point, she was shaking and speaking unintelligible things. For the first time ever, she spoke Arabic. The Duke paused just slightly, before introducing his second finger. She was speaking rapidly as he ramped it up. Then she held him tight, her body convulsing, her eyes rolled back as her orgasm imploded. Her entire body froze then shook uncontrollably. She wanted to speak but swallowed. She gasped for breath as he watched her cum. After her hyper sensitivity went down, he went into her again.
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The Duke rolled over at the first break of dawn to go to the bathroom. As he opened his eyes, he saw a naked Emeera in his bed and the events of the previous night came rushing back to him. She was his estate manager and he had sworn never to be entangled with the help like his mother and his wife. He quickly got up, ashamed, and left the suite for his study. He spent the next hour telling himself he could concentrate on going through his mails and maybe read the newspapers before facing Emeera. His new butler, Raymond, was already telling the guests leaving that morning that his master was unwell and could not bid them farewells.
As he pored over his letters, he remembered her eyes, inviting him, seducing him, captivating him. He remembered her loose silky hair spread all over his pillow. He remembered her moans, her cries and quivering lips. Most importantly, he remembered her small laughs. He had not known before Emeera that it was possible for a woman to utterly enjoy sex the way she had. He enjoyed himself having sex with the women he knew, but with Emeera, he couldn’t say who enjoyed it more. She obviously did.
“NOOO!!” He unwittingly said aloud. He did not want to think of her. He could not dare. The previous night had been a mistake brought upon him by alcohol and her seduction in that dress. But you bought her the dress. You cannot deny you had some intentions when you picked it out, his mind taunted. He went back to writing his letter but before long, his thoughts trailed back to her. She was an active, delightful participant. She did not hold back on anything not even those peals of delightful laughter when she felt tickled. She did not try to be perfect, she basked in its euphoria. She laughed and cried and moaned and begged and played so actively. She gave him such titillation it was insane how he managed to not burst within seconds of making love to… No, making love with her.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.
He did not know if he had to sack Emeera or send her away to one of his other properties. But he knew for certain he could not remain under the same roof with her and not have her. He wanted her so much he knew there was no way a thin glass wall could separate them from each other’s arms. He needed her like a drowning man needed air. It was impossible for her to remain with him. The floodgates had been opened and there was no way he could go back after that experience. He had never had that much fun with sex. Nobody had made him laugh during the act before her. She tickled and bit him. Sex with women were great but with Emeera, it was indeed a discovery.
He threw the pen down. He could not concentrate. Raymond knocked on the door at 10a. m with coffee. The Duke largely ignored him till he was about to leave.
“Raymond, have you seen Ms. Charles?” The Duke asked casually. He hoped to God the servants had no clue Emeera had spent a passionate night in his bed blowing his mind and body. He blushed at the thought of the things she did to him. Thinking of it made him hard again.
“She is in her room, I presume. Your grace,” the butler said. The Duke waved him off in silence. Few minutes later, there was a knock on the door and he absentmindedly said “come in” thinking it was Raymond again. But as the door opened, Emeera walked in. She looked shy.
“Good morning your grace. Raymond said you sent for me.” She said. The Duke tried to stand but found it a struggle. He had not sent for her but Raymond had gotten the enquiry wrong and now he had to come face to face with the woman who had driven him wild just hours before. He looked at the face of his lover. He wanted to kiss her and wanted to tell her it was only a mistake. Then wanted to kiss her again. He wanted what it would be like to sweep all the documents off his office table, bend her over the table and take her right there. Or to seat her on the table and open her legs wide for better access. To have her moan his name aloud there in his home office.