‘Oh, yes, I mean just like that.’ He lay back, loving the way her fingers were working their magic, and loving the way he had unlocked her sensual, passionate nature, a nature he had always suspected existed.
And so they spent the rest of the evening, exploring each other’s bodies and discovering the many ways they could pleasure each other. And she had not been lying when she’d said she wanted to learn everything he could teach her. Just as he had when he’d taken her virginity, Jacob made it clear at all times that she was completely in control, could stop at any time, but she was an eager student.
They did on occasion break for much-needed meals, which the servants left on trays outside his room, but neither had any desire to leave his bed, so they ate among the tangled sheets.
‘What on earth must the servants be thinking of us?’ she said after they’d finished another meal—breakfast, lunch, dinner—he wasn’t sure what.
‘They’ll think we’re on our honeymoon,’ he said, gathering up the discarded empty dishes, placing them on the tray and depositing them outside the door.
‘Mmm,’ she said, and lay back on the bed, licking her lips, that simple action driving him wild with desire.
‘No, don’t come back to bed!’ she said, sitting up and holding up both hands in a stop gesture. ‘Stay just like that.’
‘Have you had enough of me already?’
‘No, I want to draw you.’
She jumped off the bed and he watched her naked body quickly retreat through the adjoining door that led to her bedchamber. He heard a trunk being opened and slammed shut, then she rushed back in, a sketchbook in her hand.
‘I never travel without this,’ she said, sitting on the end of the bed and flipping open the book. ‘Right, adopt the pose of a Greek god.’
Jacob raised his hands, palms upward, having no idea how a Greek god posed.
‘Just stand facing me, looking manly and commanding.’
He had no idea how one did that either, so he just stood the way he always did.
‘Perfect,’ she murmured, her black pencil moving quickly over the page, her gaze flicking backwards and forwards from him to her drawing.
Watching her at work, he wished he had some artistic ability because it would be wonderful to depict her as she looked right now, her exquisite body completely naked, sitting amidst the sheets tousled by their lovemaking, her lovely face a picture of concentration. There was something so erotic about a woman whose passions extended beyond the bedroom.
And shewasso passionate, so sensual, so erotic. It was hard to believe that she had entered this room a shy, awkward virgin.
‘Don’t move,’ she said, a laugh in her voice.
‘I’m not moving.’
‘Oh, yes you are.’ Her eyes widened and she pointed her pencil at his groin.
He looked down. ‘Well, that my dear wife, is entirely your fault, not mine. If you want to keep him still you shouldn’t be so damn arousing.’
‘Well, in that case, perhaps I’ll finish this sketch later,’ she said, tossing the sketchbook aside, moving back onto the bed and stretching her arms out for him to join her.
Margaret could hardly believe such happiness was possible. She was so besotted with Jacob it was making her constantly weak with longing. During their lovemaking she had so often wanted to whisper words of love in his ear, but each time she had thankfully held back just in time. Often those declarations had to be quickly turned intoI love it when you do that, orI love the way you make me feel, or evenI love the way you smell and taste, all of which were equally true. Even on occasion she had declared her love for whatever body part was giving her the most pleasure at that particular time, which again was true; she loved every inch of his magnificent body.
But most of all, she loved the way he desired her. Just as he was now, as if he could not get enough of her.
‘Come here, my little vixen,’ he said, joining her on the bed and covering her with kisses.
She lay back on the scattered pillows, loving the touch of his lips on her body, giving herself completely to their lovemaking and feeling loved and adored.
His kisses trailed down her body and she purred with pleasure, knowing from past experience where they were heading. ‘I love it when you do that,’ she said, parting her legs.
‘And I love the way this makes you cry out my name,’ he said, lifting one leg and kissing the soft skin of her inner thigh.
Thoughts drifted off as the passion of the moment consumed her, and soon she was doing exactly what he said she would, crying out his name again and again as he expertly brought her to a pinnacle of bliss and sent her crashing over the other side.
And this was how they spent the next few days. The only time they left the bed was when Jacob called for a servant to prepare a bath in her bedchamber. It was lovely to step into the warm water, and even more lovely when Jacob washed her, running the sea sponge over her body in a manner equally as erotic as their lovemaking. Then he towelled her dry, his stroking hand like an act of worship, as if she were a goddess being tended to by a devoted acolyte.
