My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge
Chapter 155: Teach Me (R18)

Chapter 155: Teach Me (R18)

"Don’t be embarrassed," Leonor uttered from where she sat on the couch, Desmond standing over her though he was facing away with a hand on his forehead.

He stared down at his problem, ashamed that he couldn’t get a grip on his desire better than that. Normally she wasn’t awake when he was calming himself down.

That night was different because she said she wanted to spend time with him alone— his beautiful, innocent wife who said words without ulterior motives and his selfish body that didn’t care.

It was like having a second puberty. She awoken his desire when he was a younger man and when she returned to his life, she awakened it again. He felt volatile and insatiable.

"It’s embarrassing that I’m in my mid-twenties and can’t control myself," he argued.

His tone was short and his voice was low. Leonor knew he was irritated with himself and not her but she couldn’t help taking some of the blame. She pushed too hard, not fully knowing where things would go. Her curiosities got the best of her and she put him in an uncomfortable position.

"Isn’t that... a good thing?" she asked quietly, uncomfortable with the topic but willing to do anything to rectify the situation. "Doesn’t that mean you’re attracted to me?"

"Unbelievably so, Leonor," he spoke her name preciously considering she was the only woman who could make him feel how he felt at that moment.

"Forgive me," she uttered. "I don’t see the issue."

His bare back to her was making her feel worse than his uncontrollable reaction to their kissing. She wanted to turn him towards her while he was talking.

She stood up and walked towards him, feeling dizzy because of her heart racing. When she was within reaching distance, she placed a hand on his muscular back and drew herself closer.

Leonor’s arms went around him until she was hugging him and her hands were on his bare chest.

Her naked breasts pressed against his back didn’t help the situation he was in. He squeezed his eyes shut and willed himself to relax so they could go to sleep and forget any of that embarrassment ever happened in the first place.

However, her hands dropped and he tensed up. Rather than stopping where he expected her to, she was surprisingly daring. Her small hand covered his hardened length straining against the confines of his sleeping pants.

To keep himself from letting out a verbal response to her actions, he grabbed her wrist.

"You don’t know what you’re doing," he managed to say.

"Then teach me," she said, her lips tickling his back as she spoke.

She couldn’t see the front of them but she felt his hot flesh through his pants. Her hand moved and she made it to a ridge that caused it to twitch.

The strange power she felt caused butterflies in her stomach, especially when Desmond held her wrist tighter as she did that.

She tested it again, eliciting the same reaction as her hand slid over his manhood, although that time she heard the duke swear under his breath.

"Does this feel good?" she asked.

"Yes," he responded.

His answers were short because he couldn’t believe a second of what was happening to him.

There was a pause as Leonor stood there with her hand over the front of his pants and her eyes shut as she simply felt for what she was doing rather than witnessing it. However, it wasn’t enough.

"I want to see it," she admitted.

He stopped her hand.

"We ought to go to bed," he said. "I can deal with myself later."

"I want to deal with you now, Desmond," she said more firmly.

At her insistence, he began feeling stubborn as well.

Finally relenting only a small amount, the wrist he was already grabbing, he pulled Leonor to the front of him and brought them both to bed.

They climbed in on her side of the bed and he pushed her into the pillows. Her hair was fanned around her and she stared up at him with a look of shock. Olive toned arms hid her breasts but it was still a sight he would remember for the rest of his life.

He crawled upwards on the bed and over her, kicking his slippers off as he did. When she was underneath him, he lowered himself over her and his hardened manhood pressed into one of her legs. She hugged him and rested her hands on his back.

"I’ll only let you if you let me touch you as well," he whispered into her neck.

Her mildly sweetly spiced scent permeated his nose and he pressed a kiss against her soft flesh.

Leonor almost backed out immediately, though at what she was feeling against her, she was unbelievably curious. It got the best of her when she suddenly nodded.

"It’s only fair, I suppose," she responded weakly.

At her agreement, Desmond’s onslaught became more fervent. He only pulled away so he could grab her hand.

Unlike before he rested above her on one elbow and his other hand was directing her to where she was so insistent on touching him. They made it underneath his waistband and he guided her fingers around his length.

It was surprisingly soft and warm. He had blonde hair at the base and tight gems situated underneath. He only allowed her a couple of seconds to look before he leaned into her again and blocked her gaze.

His hand remained around hers and he moved his hips so he was doing most of the work. Their hands together only made it from the base to the head before he was shuttering and whispering sweet nothings of praise into her neck.

She was completely enthralled by the situation they were in. While it was a possibility in her thoughts that she may be able to help him with a situation such as that, she was more excited to see him coming undone than she could have expected.

The strangest part, however, was how it was getting to her. She was having an unexpected reaction as her heart raced and knees squeezed together with Desmond’s knees on either side of her legs.

She felt a pulse deep within her core in a place she had never felt a response to someone before. It was terrifying but the urge to lean into the feeling made her start to move her hand more fervently until Desmond’s jaw clenched and his eyes squeezed shut. Onto her stomach just above her white nightgown, his seed was spilled in thick white ropes that stuck to her skin.

He relaxed and his warm head pressed against her neck while his hand let go of hers.

As resistant as Leonor once was to allow the man above her to learn her body the way she was just able to learn about his, her mind had changed.

When Desmond rolled to his side so he would no longer burden her with any of his weight, she wiped the seed on her stomach with her nightgown and pushed the garment down even further until neat, black curls were revealed to him, hiding a part of her body he had been dying to become acquainted with for his entire adult life.