“God, I want you.”
He turned her around and kissed her with an urgent passion. He gripped her hips and pulled her hard against his body. She reached up to the back of his neck, drawing him deeper into her kiss. He picked her up and tucked her legs neatly around hiswaist then walked the few steps to the bed. They crashed there together as he pressed his body onto hers and sought her tongue.
Her body hummed with excitement; she knew this dance. Had danced it with him many times, but now she would feel the real rush of exquisite sensation as he entered her. She shoved him upward just enough so she could remove her shift. She raised it over her head and tossed it behind him. He took that time to kick off his breeches. Kneeling before him she slid her hands along his shoulders and down his chest.
“You seem to know me already,” he whispered.
She laughed lightly. “I told you I have dreamed about you. About this.”
“But how could you know?”
“I cannot answer that. But I can tell you, I long for you.”
He seemed to need no more encouragement and reached for the back of her neck to draw her into a kiss as his other hand reached for her breast. With his thumb he brushed across her nipple back and forth until she was sure she would explode.
He placed his hands behind her knees and flipped her onto her back, hovering over her and gazing into her eyes. “You were made for me,” he whispered.
“Mr. Shaw, I believe that might be the other way around.”
“Henry,” he whispered. “When we are alone I want to hear my name on your lips.”
“Henry,” she said. “I want to feel you all over me.” She had to know if it would be the same. She prayed it would be.
He bent low and took one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Her body bucked off the bed and moments later his fingers had found her slick heat and pressed inside. Oh God, this was new. She hadn’t known this was possible. He sucked in rhythm to sliding his fingers in and out of her and she gripped the sheets to keep herself grounded.
“Oh!”
His teeth grazed her nipple and he bit down ever so gently just as he slipped a third finger inside and his thumb found her hardened bud. Evelyn tilted her head back and arched her body toward him. Just as she felt the familiar tingles of her climax, he shifted his body and his hard member pressed against her. With just the tip of him inside her she came hard around him to the point her orgasm drew him fully into her bringing forth a hot searing pain for a brief moment before being replaced with the pressure of being fully penetrated.
He paused above her and pulled out as he gently brushed his lips across hers and then licked his bottom lip. He pushed into her and flicked her legs above his waist. She instinctively crossed them around him.
Those moments were precious to her and he waited for her body to adjust to him. This was not part of her dream. The real flesh to flesh act they shared was more potent than she could have ever imagined.
“You feel so good, Evelyn. Now I know for sure you were made for me.”
Tingles began at her core and spread. She wanted more, so she moved her hips away from his and then met them when he thrust deep within her. His pace quickened, and her body tightened around him as he slammed into her again and again. He groaned deep in his throat and it was her undoing. Her climax hit her hard as liquid fire raced through her veins and her body quaked with wave after wave of release.
She moaned “Henry” as it peaked and then felt him shiver and shake above her letting out a deep growl. For long moments they stayed like that with his shaft pulsing inside her and her body responding with tiny tremors. He drew a deep breath and lay to her side curling her into his chest, while wrapping his arms around her and kissing her lightly on her forehead.
“You will be the end of me if that’s what our lovemaking will be like.”
“I expect no less,” she said into his chest drinking in the scent of leather and pleasure.
Henry stroked her hair and grabbed a coverlet to pull over them.
“Well, am I as good as myself in your dream?” he asked in a teasing tone.
She pinched him lightly and grinned. “You are far more than my mind could have ever conjured, Henry.”
“I like it when you say my name, Evelyn,” he said. “Especially when it is with such passion.”
Her name on his lips was equally delicious. He’d surpassed every expectation she could ever have had for the season and for a husband.
“Then you must work to hear me say it as often as possible.”
She was jesting, of course, but maybe frequent passion made for a good marriage. She couldn’t see how it could hinder. The lady from the cemetery crossed her thoughts then. What might have happened to her if the gentleman to whom she’d entrusted her heart had handled it with more care?
There would be no way to know now. Evelyn was certain the lady was in a better place and there was no place she would rather be than tucked well into the arms of one Mr. Henry Shaw. He may have been Lady Fry’s perfect match for her after all. That lady did certainly possess some sort of gift for directing the ways of society.
“You are quiet,” he said.
She leaned back so she could gaze upon his face. He looked so relaxed with his half-opened eyes and lazy smile. “I am perfectly contented, husband.”
“I am glad to hear it. And now let us get some rest. I have some other things to show you that I do not think my imaginary counterpart in your dreams had experienced.”
A little flutter in her belly made her snuggle closer to him. She was thrilled at the thought of any new or old way they could share their bodies.
Was this it? Was this the match everyone dreamed of? There had been no talk of love, though she felt sure of it. She could imagine no better foundation for a perfect and lasting love that would see them through bringing children into the world. They had proved their compatibility in every way and no one and no force could take that away from them. Yes, this was where she was supposed to be, and now she was so very glad she had not taken the advice of a poor soul who had been so very wronged in this life. Evelyn prayed she would find this kind of happy ending in her next love’s journey.
The End
