A wicked smile appeared on his lips and his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Well then, wife, it is your duty to address that problem.”
Heat pooled in her loins; this was a duty she was looking forward to carrying out. Sensations Leah had only previously known in the privacy of her own bed now throbbed low in her body.
She set to work on the cuffs of his shirt. James lifted it over his head and threw it on a nearby chair. Leah laughed. “You seem eager, my love.”
He took her hand in his and laid it on his chest. The fine dusting of brown hair was soft to her touch. She spread her fingers wide, brushing them back and forth.
“And to think you are all mine,” she whispered.
“Always.”
James took hold of Leah’s hand once more and placed it over the placket of his trousers. The hard evidence of his desire for her jutted against the fabric. She licked her lips before letting a slow breath out. She could do this. She trusted James.
Steeling her nerves, she lay her fingers on his buttons and opened his trousers. His erection sprung free and into her hand. She gave a little startled “Oh!” to which he chuckled darkly and deeply.
Leah looked up, and James met her gaze. His eyes had changed from their usual warm brown into a darker shade, which reminded her of his onyx signet ring.
He teased her with a tender kiss on the lips. “Every inch of me is yours from this night on. Now place your fingers around the head of my cock and stroke up and down. There is a sensitive spot just below the base of the tip if you wish to give me extra pleasure,” he murmured.
Leah did as he had instructed; her sex throbbed as James let out a long moan the moment, she tightened her grip and began to stroke him. Within a minute, she had a strong rhythm established, the changes in his breath giving her all the guidance she needed.
The passion on his face as she stroked him was so beautiful, it made her heart soar. To know she could do this for him, to give sexual pleasure to the man she loved was elating.
The depth of his breathing became ragged, and she sensed he was close. James lay his hand over Leah’s.
“Enough. I beg of you,” he said, his voice rough with need.
She released her hold of him, watching with utter fascination as James closed his eyes and pulled in a deep breath. The knowledge that she had reduced him to a state where he was barely able to maintain control was powerful. She made a silent vow to keep him under her loving power forever.
When he opened his eyes again, his gaze settled on her shift. Placing a hand either side of it, he lifted it over her hips and then over her head. The chill night air kissed her naked skin. Her nipples peaked into rosy pebbles and she shivered, her body reacting not just to the cold but the fact she was now completely naked before him.
James reached out and cupped one of Leah’s breasts before running his thumb lightly over her hardened nipple. He then rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, and gently squeezed. She whimpered.
Their gazes met for an instant before James bent and took the tortured nipple into his mouth. He licked back and forth across her rosy bud, every rasp of his tongue making her shudder. When he took the nipple between his teeth and nipped, she gasped. The torture was magnificent.
He dropped a hand to the thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs. As he slipped a finger into her heat, Leah sobbed. This was heaven. She had touched herself in the dark of her bed many times before, but nothing prepared her for the sensation of James’s thick finger stretching her. She clung to his shoulders, struggling for purchase in a world that had suddenly spun out of control.
“That’s it, Leah. Give in to what you need. Let me show you it all,” he whispered.
He settled her onto the bed, then climbed on next to her. After spreading her thighs wide, he knelt between her legs and dipped his head. Leah tried to sit up and see what James was doing, but the lash of his tongue deep into her heated core had her collapsing back onto the bed with a groan.
Her hips bucked as he licked and sucked her sensitive bud. She could not escape even if she’d wanted to. James held her down, his arms wrapped firmly around her upper thighs. Pleasure that she had never thought possible thrummed through her body. Leah lay back on the bed and let him have his way. She was a willing prisoner of his sexual torture.
Her wild imaginings of the art of lovemaking had not stretched to what James was doing to her right now. He was driving her out of her mind with urgent need. She was desperate to reach the peak and fall off the cliff, but at the same time she never wanted the exquisite sensation to end.
When he did finally release her, Leah clawed after him. James simply chuckled and took a hold of her hand, kissing her fingertips.
“Don’t be too greedy too soon, my love. We have a long way to go tonight.” A soft kiss was placed on her inner thigh. “Come up onto the pillows. We need all the bed for this part,” he said.
Leah scuttled back up the bed until she reached the pile of pillows and cushions which decorated the bedhead. James followed after her, like a stalking tiger. She wanted nothing more than to be his willing prey.
He sat back on his haunches and considered both her and the bed. Leah felt suddenly all too aware that she was fully naked, and he was not. Shyness gripped her and she picked up one of the cushions to cover herself.
James quickly wrestled the cushion away from her and tossed it onto the floor. “Never be afraid to show yourself to me, wife. We will see enough of each other to cure your shyness. I promise you that, my love.”
My love.The words made her heart flutter. Leah put a hand to her mouth, fighting back tears.
“Don’t cry,” he whispered.
