“I apologize for making plans without consulting you first, my dear. I’m afraid I let myself be carried away by Elizabeth’s eagerness. If next week is too soon, we can certainly postpone—”
“No, no. It’s fine. Truly. Elizabeth has been badgering everybody about her season. She is set on being presented this year, and neither her mother nor I have been able to convince her otherwise.” She smiled. “It would be a great ordeal if we had to put up with her whining about missing the season for the entire summer.”
“Thank you for being an understanding and accommodating wife.” He murmured and saw her eyes widen slightly.
Had she caught any double meaning in his words? Had he meant them that way? Maybe he did. The thought of being accommodated between her thighs had his cock swelling. He inhaled slowly.
“Would it be all right if I visit you tonight?” He asked in a low voice.
Her eyes snapped to him, and she nodded slowly. “Of course, my lord.”
“Colin.” He corrected.
“What?”
“Call me Colin.” He leaned into her. “That is what you called me the other night during passion. I like it when you call me by my name.”
She colored deeply, but nodded. “All right, Colin.”
He smiled, pleased. He could hardly wait to have her again. “If you are ready to retire, I could escort you to your room now.”
She nodded and rose. He offered his arm, and they left the room together. At the door to her bedchamber, he leaned over and brushed a slight kiss over her lips. A small sample of what was to come. Anything more and he would push her into the room and come down on her like a ravenous wolf.
“I’ll be back in a moment.” With that whispered promise, he turned and walked into his room.
***
TWENTY MINUTES LATER, he was walking through the connecting door to her bedchamber. He noticed with bittersweet emotion that she had extinguished most candles. He would have loved to see her body in full light. But then that would expose his own imperfections, so the dim light was better.
She was in bed waiting for him, just like the last time, and the sight of her was enough to make his cock stand to attention. He was ready. So ready for her. He went to his wife and took her face in his hands, kissing her with all the yearning he was feeling inside. Already planning all the ways he was going to love her tonight.
Her lips disengaged from his, and she grabbed his hands, removing them from her face. “I’d like to ask you something.”
She looked so serious. “What is it, sweetheart?”
“Could you not... do some of the things you did before?”
What things? Had she not liked something he had done? He tried to think back to the other night. Had he been too rough? Too hasty? He thought he had pleasured and prepared her enough for his possession, but maybe she needed more... He had been silent for so long that she kept talking, sounding nervous now.
“I-I’m only mentioning it because you asked me to tell you. I don’t want you to think that I’m complaining—”
“No, of course. You need to tell me.” He tried to smooth his features and grabbed her hand to encourage her. “What didn’t you like? I promise I won’t do it again.”
He thought she was blushing ferociously, but couldn’t really tell and cursed the low light.
“It is not precisely that I didn’t like it. It is just, well. Unseemly. I... it was enjoyable at the moment, but later it made me feel bad.”
“What did?” Would she just speak plainly and say it already?
She looked down and fretted with the sheet. “When you kissed methere,” she gestured vaguely to her lap, “and made me touch my own breasts...” her voice faded in a whisper.
She hadn’t liked when he pleasured her with his mouth? He thought she had enjoyed it. She had climaxed on his tongue. It had been glorious. Just the memory of her taste had him hardening again. He was looking forward to doing it again and again. Every night if it was up to him... and she had not liked it?
No, wait. What she said was that she had enjoyed it, but it had made her feel bad afterwards. Bad, how? How could pleasure make her feel bad afterwards? He understood nothing. But he had promised her not to do anything she didn’t like. And it had cost her a lot to speak. Just one look at her worried face and her twisting fingers, and it was clear she was deeply uncomfortable.
He had to sort this out, but maybe now was not the time. Now she needed reassurance. And to know that he would respect her wishes. “All right, sweetheart. I won’t kiss you there unless you ask me.”
“I won’t–”
