My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge
Chapter 193: Soon (R18)

Chapter 193: Soon (R18)

"That’s what I’m doing, isn’t it?" she lied, unable to voice her wants out loud.

At the thought of him having to work so much harder than her to travel, she wanted to do something for him. He always did things for her and she felt it was time to return the favor.

"Perhaps I’m the one misreading..." he trailed off with his voice strained.

There were few times those days when she was the one making Desmond nervous. Since the tables had turned in her favor, she was taking advantage.

The feeling of being powerful over someone so strong was like nothing in the world. Seeing Desmond so taken with her made her believe she was the most desirable person in the world for that moment.

Since she was on her knees in front of him, she undid the buttons of his pants, finding it difficult because of the strain they were under.

As soon as she had them down enough, his manhood sprang forth and she couldn’t hold back her surprise. It was enough to embarrass him but her eyes never strayed. She couldn’t feign disinterest. The more she knew this part of him, the more she liked it.

"You’re not misreading," Leonor whispered, though she continued her goal of removing his pants and getting him as comfortable as he got her for bed. "I want to do something I know you like."

Desmond’s eye was on her and never strayed even through his embarrassment. She was behaving in a way she did in dreams past and he couldn’t stop watching.

"Put your hand over your mouth," she said, watching as he relented when only the second half of the last word was even uttered.

Someone who obeyed so well deserved a reward.

Anticipation ate him raw from the inside out. It only served to turn him on further.

Her hand was uncertain at first but she became more confident when the simple motion of her palm and fingers sliding up his thinly veiled length caused his eye to shut and the groan to stay in his throat since his lips were tightly covered.

His responses begged her to go further and she listened. Through the material, her hand wrapped around the top of his length and she played with the head more than anything else.

As her hand glided over the horizontal ridge, Desmond had to flex his core so his body wouldn’t begin to thrust against her ministrations. One hand helplessly fell from his mouth and he squeezed the bedding that had been put on the bed by a maid while they ate dinner.

Eventually, the feeling of his undershorts against his length wasn’t enough. Desmond became greedy and he stopped her hand only to free himself from the shorts altogether. He pulled it down and revealed to his wife was his hard member against a bed of light blonde hair.

They had been experimenting with one another so much that Leonor knew just what to do as she moistened her hand with her tongue and reached for his manhood once more.

It was much easier for her hand to glide over his engorged organ whenever she did that. It was clear to her he liked it much better when his hips started moving and she had to reach out towards him to try to steady him on the bed.

While the bed itself hadn’t been squeaky, she wasn’t sure what it may sound like to those below. Even though there was still noise of people settling in, it would be obvious they weren’t sleeping like they said.

She licked her hand again and moved her hand faster.

Desmond’s muffled sighs came through his nose and it pushed Leonor to be a little bit more experimental.

She always noticed his jewels seemed to tighten whenever he was near the edge of ecstasy. Something came over her and she decided to reach outward. She felt the two tight lumps with three fingers of her free hand sliding over the skin.

At his desperate reaction, she then cupped them with her palm.

That moment, he lost all rationality and a groan escaped as his hand lost control. His seed shot out, but since Leonor was angling his manhood outward, it found her nightgown.

She let go and he finished the rest onto his bare stomach.

Since they weren’t at home and any towels would be down with the others, Leonor didn’t know what else to do. She stripped her nightgown off and urgently cleaned the mess, though it left her naked.

At this, Desmond pulled her onto the bed the second he had calmed enough to respond. He pulled back the blankets and situated them both underneath as he held onto her. She lay cuddled up to his side and he stared at the ceiling.

All they had was a single candle lighting the space.

With her naked body against him, he still didn’t have pure thoughts.

"Don’t you want me to do something for you?" he whispered.

Leonor fervently shook her head.

"Not tonight," she insisted.

She didn’t know if they could hear from below. There was no reason to risk it further.

He lifted her hand off of his chest and brought it to his lips. The moment they had a real bed together, he was determined to show her how much he cherished her through touch.

They went quiet for a while.

"You owe me another nightgown, you know," Leonor whispered, thinking of how it sat soiled on the floor.

"Anything you want," he responded. "Absolutely anything."

Leonor scooted even closer, no longer using the bed’s pillow but Desmond’s chest while her hair fanned out over his arm.

There was silence but they were calming down and neither one of them had fallen asleep.

Leonor had a realization.

"I’m getting closer, you know," she whispered nervously and glanced away.

"Closer to what?" he asked.

"Letting you fully have me," she admitted. "Seeing what it’s like to be totally in your control."

Desmond felt something akin to the thrill of wielding a sword and defeating an enemy. His heart beat rapidly but his mind became anxious.

He didn’t know how else to appropriately respond except for rolling to his side and wrapping an arm around Leonor who was forced to lay on her back.

"Are you sure you don’t want anything more?" he asked. "Perhaps I can further convince you that the day is closer than you might have originally thought."

She froze.

He took the opportunity to slide his hand lower until he was underneath the blankets and searching for its goal.

His middle finger went up the center of her core.

She rolled her head to the side and a muffled moan was stifled into his chest.