Contract Marriage starring Love and Revenge
Chapter 69. Making music.

Chapter 69: 69. Making music.

"Fuck Pagne!" He curses out loud as my fingers play underneath the band of his pants. I can feel no other band beneath the band of his pants so it means he is bare underneath these pants.

So if I slip my hand a little lower, my fingers will touch—

"Mmm!" He bites back some sounds yet again as my fingers graze him there.

"It’s not fair." I suddenly say and pull my hand out of his pants and his lashes instantly flips open.

"What?" He asks.

"I’m completely naked. You’ve ogled every bit of my body. I want to do the same too. I want to see you totally naked before me."

I must really be drunk tonight. Drunk and high on Duke Grand.

He suddenly lets out a laugh, hiding his face behind both his palms as he laughs louder and longer. "Oh Dearest," He takes his hand off his face, "even in an intense and sexual atmosphere like this," He brings a palm to my face and caresses me, pushing some strands of hair back from my face. "You never fail to amuse me." He finds me amusing.

"What do you want? Hmm? You want me to do a strip show personally for you?" He’s teasing me, but I can suddenly picture it in my head, Duke fully clothed from coat to suit and shoes, then one by one, he takes ’em all off with a slow sensual motion that turns me on immensely.

Oh what a sight that will be. I’m drooling already just by the thought if it.

"Just now, you just pictured me striping didn’t you?" He asks and pinches my cheek gently and my neck shrinks into my shoulders as I hold back a mischievous smile.

"Take it off." I say.

"As my Ladyship pleases." He says and with his hands, he moves me to the side and rises to his feet. I instantly close my eyes as his hands touch the band of his pants.

"Why? I thought the goal was to ogle me." He just enjoys teasing me.

"I will. Just after you take it off. I don’t have to watch you take it off. It’ll be just like anticipating what’s inside a wrapped gift box." I say.

"But dearest," He purrs in the air, "Don’t you know that the excitement comes with the unwrapping of the gift?" Oh I can feel him close to me again, breathing in front of my face. "Slowly peeling off the wrapper, to see what is beneath. Don’t you agree?"

He’s right.

He’s right, but "Go away." I push him away gently without opening my eyes. "Take it off first." I shyly say and I hear a sound leave his throat.

Like a guttural sound coming from a tiger slowly and silently stalking it’s prey.

I can tell he’s moved away from me now, so I’m waiting. Silently waiting and my breathing is becoming long and expectant.

What does a completely naked Duke look like? I’m curious. How enticing would he look? How tempting?

"You can open your eyes now, Milady." I hear him say.

Slowly, I open one eye first and then the other follows and you must know that it’s impossible for my mouth to remain shut when my eyes are feasting on something like this.

My goodness. Michelangelo’s David has nothing on this man. The more I stare, the more J want to keep staring.

I know I should take my eyes off him, and I know it’s probably shameful to keep staring at the naked body if a man like this, even though he’s technically my husband... But!!!

"Damn." I say and I place a palm over my mouth as I look up at his face. I can’t believe I just said that and it’s obvious by the shocked look on his face that he can’t believe it too.

What follows the shocked expression is a soft smile. I like that soft smile on his face. Almost like he’s blushing.

Nothing is mismatched on him.

From the way his hair falls to the way his toes curls and uncurls.

From his thick biceps to his sturdy thighs.

Thick veins like endless chords on every part of his body.

E_even there.

That thick long protruding part of his body that is pointing in my direction. It seems to be breathing. It’s funny how my eyes gain a 20/20 vision at times like this.

Because I can see it clearly. And if I look closer, I can tell it’s throbbing. I feel like it will be hot, so very hot and that any moment from now, I will see steam coming from it.

"Pagne—" He drawls and I finally tear my eyes off his member. Wait! Was I staring all this while?!! I can’t believe myself!

I look up at his face embarrassed and he seems like he’s doing everything within himself to hold back.

"You eyes are dangerous dearest." I mumbles. "They are making me quiver with endless need."

"S_sorry. I didn’t mean to stare."

"Of course you did." He says and I want to counter that I really didn’t mean to stare, but maybe he’s right. "So tell me, have you ogled enough?" He asks.

Can I ever get enough of his body? I don’t think so but, "Hm." I nod.

"Good." And the next thing I know, he pulls me up from the chair and slams my body close to his, making me feel his arousal on my belly.

"The couch isn’t big enough." He says. And instantly dives for my lips.

"Should—" I try to talk between kisses, but he just shuts me up every time.

"Should we go upstairs." I finally ask.

"Too far." He says as he begins to squeeze and fondle with my breasts in his palm. "I can’t wait."

"Then the floor. Right here, I can’t wait either." I confess.

"Your back will hurt." He says as he moves his kisses to my meck and shoulders.

"I don’t care. The pleasure should surpass the pain."

"Oh fuck it!" He exclaims and the next thing I know, my back is already on the blanket that had previously fallen on the ground and he’s kissing me all over and I’m touching him wherever.

"Touch me Duke." I say as I feel his hand squeeze my buttock. "Ahh!" I scream in sweet ecstasy, my head pressed back and my hand digs into his hair as I feel his finger touch me down there.

My eyes close as he begins to stroke, and rub, and rub and rub. Faster and faster.

"Awwn, yes." I moan without restraint. My knees fold up and my toes curl as he’s causing sweet, sweet tingles to rush up and down my system.

I’ve never felt this way before.

Never.

Rowan never touched me like this. Whenever I asked for sex, after bugging him about it for a long time, we’ll end up doing it like a chore. Like some kind of biology homework.

But like I always say, with Duke... Everything is different.

I had no idea that just rubbing and rubbing that certain spot down there could elicit such a sensation within me. "Duke—"I call out his name, hoping he would kiss me.

And he does. He takes my lips and kisses me, and then he holds my bottom lip between his teeth. It hurts, but I swear it’s thee kind of pain I am willing to pass through over and over again if he will give it to me.

"Ahh!" I cry out as he covers my lips with his own and slips a finger inside me at the same time. "Duke—" I say, but he won’t let me speak. He’s eating my lips and it’s all too much for me.

I want to tell him to pause.

I want him to wait. I need a moment to catch my breath.

We should take a quick break if that’s possible. Just a moment to breathe and compose myself. To prepare myself for the enormously sensual tempest that is about to sweep me away.

I don’t know what I was expecting but this is too much for me.

And yet I don’t want to stop. I want him to keep going. I want him to take my breath away completely if he pleases, because it pleases me too.

In the middle of the night, when silence looms over the land, a certain kind of music is being made right here in front of the fireplace in the living room of our home.

The music is a combination of the crackling sound of fire eating up wood, a mixture of heavy ragged and mismatched breaths, the loud moaning sounds escaping my mouths time and time again coupled with the soft moans he lets out once in a while. And the final touch to the masterpiece music that is being made is the squelching sound of his fingers going in and out of my wet core.

Damn, it’s such a beautiful opus.

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