My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge
Chapter 156: Sweeter than Dessert (R18)

Chapter 156: Sweeter than Dessert (R18)

For a woman to have their mother pass away during vital years of her life and a father who didn’t care to fill in the gaps, Leonor’s knowledge of the married life of women and men was reduced to things she read in passing. Perhaps dirty novels weren’t the best way for her to learn about pleasure, but no one else would teach her so she had no other choice.

She knew how to get pregnant and the mechanism of sex, but she wasn’t entirely sure about the truth of the words she read in books. Pleasure seemed exaggerated. The books she read were for entertainment, even though she was using them to learn.

As Desmond came undone by her touch, she wondered if he could do the same thing to her. She found a man insistent on making her feel as good as she made him feel.

However, Desmond’s knowledge was much of the same.

Words passed between lonely men on a battlefield were empty and often full of lies. Their escapades were exaggerated. When some would brag about their experiences with women to pass the time, Desmond’s words came out as only flourished thoughts of things he wished he had done to Leonor.

Otherwise, his knowledge of bedroom life was reduced to the talks with the headmaster in the orphanage when he became nearly an adult. As horrifying as they were, the man had made Desmond aware of women’s pleasure. He found that the heart and body were connected for women, unlike men who separated the physical, mental, and emotional needs of themselves much of the time.

If you could give women a pleasurable experience, you would hold the key to their hearts. He promised if he ever had the opportunity, he would make sure she was comfortable and received all of the pleasure she deserved.

When Desmond’s pants were replaced and he had the opportunity to see Leonor’s body in its rawest form, he marveled for a moment. It caused Leonor to cover her breasts with her arms once more and she drew her legs towards herself in a measure to hide herself.

She lifted her legs and it gave Desmond the perfect angle to place his hands on her knees as she lay next to where he sat on the bed.

"I won’t go forward if you tell me to stop," he said quietly.

Knowing it was what she had to do if she wanted their relationship to go further, Leonor gave in when she felt his hands spread her knees.

His actions were slow and intentional.

First, he began sliding his hands between her knees and down her inner thighs. As he came closer to her core, his eye moved to hers to see if she wanted him to proceed.

She nodded and her wide sapphire eyes watched him carefully, trying to trust him despite everything being so new.

With his hands pushing her legs wider, he was finally able to see her drenched petals. He understood that was a good sign and continued forward.

Two of his fingers traced up the slit of her opening until they felt a nub at the top. When he reached that point, Leonor shuttered.

"You like it right there?" he asked her, pulling his hand away and observing his fingers coated in liquid.

Her hands went over her face but she nodded.

Desmond wanted to be closer. He situated himself on the bed so he was facing her and her legs were over his lap. Her wet folds were on display for him and she finally removed her hands from her face in surprise.

"You only let me look at you for a short time," she argued.

Rather than arguing in return, his fingers returned to the place he desired to get more acquainted. Catching her by surprise, her hands weren’t on her face and he witnessed her lose the ability to speak. Her hands gripped the bedding instead and a delicious groan escaped her lips.

She seemed to be in objection but asking for more at the same time.

Again, his fingers traveled from the bottom of her petals to the top, giving her a break before she got riled up again and he would watch her hands tighten against the cream-colored bedding.

More? he wondered.

Rather than simply sliding against the outside, he dared slip one of his fingers in the hole that resided towards the bottom of her petals. There was resistance at first.

"Desmond?" she questioned, feeling something she had never experienced before. In her life, nothing had ever entered her before.

Even something as thin as his finger was overwhelming. Thinking of the manhood she had her hand wrapped around before and barely being able to surround it with her fingers, she didn’t know about it entering her and wondered how that would ever happen.

She immediately sat up on her elbows so she could watch what he was doing to her. She watched his finger slide in and out of her as he tested what felt good for her.

While it did feel good, it wasn’t as good as before. It seemed he noticed and he used both of his hands to pleasure her. With one finger inside of her and his left hand rubbing the bundle of nerves at the top of her petals, Leonor’s head fell backward and she felt a combination of things that rendered her practically useless. Her hip moved as she tried to get more of him inside of her.

Bearing witness to Leonor getting pleasure in what he did to her, Desmond could feel a stirring in his nether regions and his manhood once again begged to be acknowledged. He ignored it and kept on with his ministrations.

Eventually, he dared slide another finger inside of her as her juices coated his hand and made it easier to move.

Tears gathered on the corners of Leonor’s eyes and she fell into the bed, no longer able to hold herself up on her elbows.

"Am I allowed to like something this much?" she gasped, finally letting go of her inhibitions the longer he continued his onslaught.

Desmond didn’t want her to be able to think of anything. He took his fingers from inside of her and instead used her wetness to keep massaging the clit that made her lose all ability to reason. He lowered himself on the bed until he was lying beside her.

His lips descended on hers as he continued pleasuring her and he swallowed her moans and cries through their kissing.

There was a moment when she fell away from their kiss. Desperately, her hand went over his and her body convulsed as he brought something out of her she wasn’t entirely sure of until it struck her.

With his help, she met a delicious orgasm. His name fell from her lips breathlessly and her tone had a whining edge to it as if she couldn’t handle what was happening to her.

It turned out that pleasure wasn’t exaggerated as long as she found someone willing to test what she liked.

Leonor seemed to calm down and her eyes shut while she lay there, her chest rising and falling as Desmond watched the fruit of his labor. She seemed satisfied and relaxed. He didn’t know such a thing was possible. It was as if he sapped her of her energy and put it inside of himself because he felt riled up again.

He reached for the nightgown already soiled with his seed and cleaned up his hand, wrist, and the space between Leonor’s legs with a side of the garment that was unused.

While Leonor was awake, she seemed lethargic and he settled into the bed, pulling the covers over them as he cuddled up to her.

The dessert on the table remained completely untouched. They both had their fill of something sweet and needed nothing else.