“You won’t!” she panted. “Please, I want you now! Inside me!”
He blinked and rose over her. She was pleased to see he was erect and hard again. He hesitated a moment. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, yes, I’m sure. Please, Robert.”
“Oh God, Sarah, no man could say no to that!” He pressed forward, guiding himself into her, slowly. There was a slight pinch, but she ignored it because the deeper ache inside her was begging for his full length. He moved agonizingly slowly, and she pulled at him, wrapping her legs around him in an attempt to speed things up. But it seemed he wouldn’t be hurried.
When he was finally fully seated, he looked down at her. “Are you sure this doesn’t hurt?”
She nodded. “I want it. I want you,” she said more boldly than she would have thought possible mere hours ago. The events of the past hour had changed her into a woman she didn’t recognize. Her earlier anxiety seemed absurd now.
He began to move. Slowly at first, then gradually he built up speed, as he had done before. He was still being careful with her, and it wasn’t enough. As if he sensed that, he shifted to take his weight on one arm and reached between them to stroke her rapidly at that place where the sensations were sharpest and most exquisite.
He was breathing quite quickly, but it was clear he wasn’t in the same state of frenzy he had been before. She on the other hand, was fast approaching a condition in which she was becoming completely swamped by desire. Her body clenched on his frantically, and the sounds that she uttered she would havebeen embarrassed about if she were in her right mind, which she wasn’t.
Her hips thrust up into his, and she twisted and moaned and trembled as the crisis barreled toward her like a runaway carriage. She arched and flung her head back and groaned loudly, her body contracting as he thrust deep and held still, while her world truly came apart.
The explosion of pleasure was so intense her breath stopped, and she hung in a state of suspended bliss for several seconds when everything went blank and nothing existed except the intense pleasure coruscating through her trembling, pulsing body. She collapsed back onto the bed in a panting heap, her body going completely limp as a state of lassitude filled her, and she closed her eyes, floating on a warm tide of bliss.
She vaguely registered that he continued to stroke within her. A moan from him and a harsh gasp made her open her eyes to the sight of his face twisted in a grimace of desire. He groaned again and again as he closed his eyes, and she felt that rush of heat within her as his body jerked and he filled her with his seed in a series of violent spurts.
He collapsed forward onto her body.
It hit her then that the act which they had just performed (twice) meant that she could soon be with child. She was well enough acquainted with the mechanics to know that it only took once.If she was as fertile as her mother...She swallowed, her heart giving a flutter.
He lifted his head and looked up at her with a half-smile. “And that is what I should have done the first time.” He withdrew from her slowly and flopped onto his back. Groping with his hand, he found hers and raised it to lips. “Thank you, that was so good! For me. I hope you enjoyed it?”
“Yes, it was wonderful,” She rolled onto her side toward him, rubbing her thighs together. “I think I’m leaking,” she said with an embarrassed smile.
He smiled and stroked her cheek. “I’ll get a cloth.” And before she could protest at his waiting on her, he was off the bed and back with a damp cloth. Which he used to clean her up, wiping gently between her legs before climbing back into the bed and pulling her into his arms for a cuddle.
His gentleness and consideration were pummeling her heart into a mush.
I love him so much! But can he ever love me?
She settled into his arms, curling in and hoping against hope that he could, for if he couldn’t, she was destined to die of a broken heart.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Robert woke toa sensation of relaxed contentment. He opened his eyes slowly, and turning his head, spied his wife—his wife—asleep beside him. She was curled toward him, her hair loose on the pillow, one bare shoulder showing above the covers.
He stretched his body, feeling muscles and bones crack deliciously. He watched her sleeping for a bit. Sarah’s responsiveness and her eagerness to join with him the second time filled his chest with warmth and his groin with heat.
He quietly left the bed to relieve himself and wash. A noise behind him made him turn to find her regarding him sleepily.
“Good morning,” she said round a yawn.
He came back to the bedside, sitting down on the edge.
He took her hand and kissed it. “Thank you for last night.”
Her cheeks stained a deeper pink. “Why are you thanking me for something that is expected between a husband and a wife?” She glanced up at him.She was shy this morning, that was what it was. Understandable in the circumstances.
“Because I experienced great pleasure. And I hurt you more than I intended to.”
She shook her head, “I too experienced great pleasure, so I should thank you, too.”
“I will pleasure you more, given the chance,” he said softly. She blushed. The air crackled between them, and he fought the impulse to flatten her to the bed and have her again.Wherehave these brutish impulses come from? I have never in my life wanted to behave so much like an animal as I do with Sarah. It is completely inappropriate; she is my wife!
