Duke's Redemption

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Silently,ItakeDukeby the hand and lead him up the stairs to the bedroom. As much fun as it always is to fuck wherever we see fit, I think this occasion calls for a bed.
Earlier, when I told Duke that I loved him, I didn’t say it just as some sort of comfort to him. I didn’t say it on a whim. I said it because I see all that he’s gone through in his life, and now, I see him as an amazing man who came out on the other side better than before.
I said it because he makes me feel happy in a way that I wasn’t sure was possible, and I hope I can make him happy in the same way.
But most of all, I said it because I meant it. And hearing him say it back meant the world to me.
When we get inside, Duke turns me around to look at him. “Have I told you how crazy I am about you today?”
I pretend to think about it for a minute. “Hmm. Nope. Not today.”
“You’re fucking amazing.”
I whisper, “Prove it.”
Without me having to say another word, he pulls my body against his and presses his lips to mine. His tongue slips in and dances with mine. Every flick of his tongue sends heat straight to my core.
Duke’s fingers grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head before making quick work of my bra. When it falls off my shoulders, he sinks to his knees in front of me.
Taking a breast in each hand, he says in a low tone, “God, I fucking love these.”
He sucks my nipple into his mouth while his fingers pinch the other. I grip onto his shoulders to try to remain upright as my clit throbs in my panties. I can barely sit still.
In our short time together, Duke and I have had a decent amount of sex. Normally, it’s hard and fast with a whole hell of a lot of passion. And while I don’t think this is going to be any different, something about itfeelsdifferent. Something between us has shifted and become so much more than just a good fuck.
The way Duke’s hands run across my skin shows me how much he cares. The pads of his fingers may be rough, but when he moves them over my body, they feel like silk.
He leads me over to the bed and tells me to get comfortable. I watch as he removes his own clothing. My bottom lip pokes out in a pout when I see he’s leaving his boxers on to climb into bed with me.
“Uh, Sir? What do you think you’re doing?” I ask. “This is a no clothing zone.”
“Well, you see, Angel; I know the second that I take these boxers off, you are going to go straight for it like a moth to a flame.”
“What’s wrong with that?” I ask. “Don’t you like it when I give the little guy some attention?”
His eyebrow cocks up. “Little?”
“Well, notlittle.But you’re a big guy. I guess it’s small compared to the rest of you—”
“Avery, stop talking.”
Lord, I know how to ruin a mood.
He speaks so that I don’t have to. “I absolutely love it when you touch my cock—in every single way. When you do it, I can’t concentrate worth shit. And right now, I want to focus all of my attention on making you feel amazing.”
Well, I guess I can’t argue with that logic. He lies next to me on the bed, taking one hand and traveling from my knee up my thigh. His lips lightly kiss the side of my neck before he whispers in my ear, “Show me how you touch yourself.”
I look into those deep eyes of his, but don’t say anything for a moment.
He asks, “Are you going to tell me you don’t do that?”
Scarlet decides to show up on the scene with, “No, I was going to tell you that I usually do that with a vibrator.”
“Well, then, use that.”
Quickly, I get up and walk over to the top drawer of the dresser. I thought that this thing would get quite the workout while I was here, but it turns out I haven’t touched it once.