Taken by the Duke by Jess Michaels

licked the naked nipple of her left breast.
    Heated, powerful and utterly wild pleasure mobbed her. Wetness suddenly flooded her thighs, and her womanly parts flexed over and over as sharp sensations overtook her. She cried out and clung to him, holding him against her as the crisis intensified and then faded, leaving her to collapse, shocked and shivering, against the bed.

Chapter Eight
    Christian stared at her a moment with astonishment lining his face. Ava flushed, even as her body remained warm and satisfied from whatever unexpected explosion had just rocked her body and her very soul. From his expression, she could see she had done something wrong, something he hadn’t expected. And now she had no idea what he would do in response.
    But then he surprised her again by smiling.
    “Without even touching your pussy, without stimulating you in any way beyond that vague touch,” he said, easing onto the bed beside her and urging her to move and lay against the pillows beside him.
    “My…?” she trailed off.
    He shook his head. “Your pussy. It is a vulgar term for your womanly parts. I apologize.”
    Renewed heat flushed her cheeks at his frank explanation, but she refused to turn away. She had to be strong now that she was on this path with this strange and seductive man.
    “I don’t understand what happened,” she whispered as she rested her head against the comfortable pillows and glanced at him. “What was that feeling?”
    “Release, my dear.”
    Release, that was a good word for it. The pressure from his touch had built up in her, becoming maddening until that moment when pleasure mobbed her, freed her.
    “Release,” she repeated.
    “Orgasm,” he explained further. “Many women struggle to attain it, but a few are so responsive that the slightest touch, the barest excitement can overtake them and make them come. You appear to be one of the latter.”
    She bit her lip. “Come…”
    “To find orgasm, to experience that release,” he explained as he stroked her shoulder lightly. Electric heat seemed to flow from his fingers and through her body when he did so. “Did you like it?”
    “Coming?” she said, looking at him to see if she was using this new terminology correctly.
    He nodded.
    She swallowed, her mind still spinning as she tried to process it all. “I—I don’t know. It was so powerful, so confusing.”
    “You’ll expect it the next time it happens,” he soothed her, dragging his fingers down to the swollen nipple he had been teasing when the…the thing had happened. “Eventually, you’ll come to crave it.”
    She arched her back as he plucked the sensitive peak of her breast. “I—I thought there was more to it than this,” she admitted on a blush.
    “It? You mean our joining?” he asked.
    She nodded slowly, her mind addled by the warmth of his caress.
    “Indeed there is,” he chuckled, dragging the other chemise strap down so she was entirely naked from the waist up. “Are you ready?”
    “I don’t know. I’m so…so…”
    “Shhh,” he whispered, moving to cover her body with his. She saw the slight strain of discomfort around his eyes until he maneuvered himself into a better position. “Let me show you. Relax.”
    She almost laughed. Relax? While he was lying atop her? While she was nearly naked in his arms? While he was lowering his head for another deep, probing kiss?
    And yet despite all those outlandish things, his kiss did relax her. She settled back and found herself enjoying the pleasure, enjoying his kiss and the light way he stroked her body here and there, strumming her as if she were an instrument he was learning bit by bit.
    A talented student, he certainly was, too. The sharp, intense pleasure that had so taken her off guard had faded now, taking her surprise with it. What was left was a dull version, a throbbing ache that seemed to build slowly as he touched her, stroked her.
    She could have lain that way with him forever, but he seemed determined to