Then the front door closed with a thud.
“Now,” he said as he whirled on his wife and for the first time caught glimpses of the perfect expanse of her chest. Her collarbones were sweetly hollowed. Her cleavage was divinely deep. Her breasts—he stored the vision in his brain for all his decades to come—were heavy teardrops. Her nipples were pale pink, pointed, and he’d felt them, so he grinned. They were hard as nails. Her waist was small, her hips curvy, her thatch of blonde hair thick. The rest of her, he was blind to. Mad as he was with desire, he saved the rest of her to admire later when the time came to blend her very essence with his own.
He moved against her and ran his fingers through her glorious golden hair that curled down around her throat and over her shoulders. “Come upstairs.”
“To bed?” She looked as hopeful as a child expecting toffee.
He kissed her quickly. “Let us begin in comfort.”
“No, no. Here. Please.”
“But my darling, there is only that short settee.” He tipped his head toward the item that might fit two round bums.
“I like this room. This fire. And over there is a warm knit coverlet.”
He began to object but she tugged him down, going to her knees on the heavy Axminster in front of the fireplace.
There she laughed and pushed him to his rump, then bent to pull at his boots.
He tried hard, he really did, not to watch her at work. She, sitting on her naked legs, her thighs bare below her taut stomach. Her slim hips luring him. Her breasts jiggling. Her tongue out and licking her lips like a connoisseur of all finer things. Her eyes dancing, anticipating treats as she got up on her knees again and went for his flies.
“Let me,” he begged her, his hands on hers.
His placket was open in a moment. His cock appreciated the room, and when she marveled at the size of it beneath his small clothes, her eyes widened and her lips pursed.
“Ooh,” she crooned, and sat back on her heels. “About that. I really don’t know if—”
“We will fit. Perfectly. I promise.” He wasn’t even at full mast yet, and he had to reassure her that he was confident he could love her very well. He had not touched any secret part of her, and he had to in order to prepare her for their union.
He brought her close to him, between his legs. She rose and her breasts were right at his mouth and he had to taste her.
He licked one perfect rosebud, up and begging for his mouth. Her nipple was large and soft as eiderdown. He groaned with the pleasure of her silken skin, then he lifted her to sink his tongue into her navel and urge her higher.
She smelled of hot woman and fragrant folds. “Let me taste you,” he rumbled, and she, good woman that she was, arched higher—and he put his mouth to her succulent center. His tongue took her wet desire and licked her until she gasped.
Enough. He’d have more of that for the rest of his life. For now, he’d give her sweetness.
His back against the settee, he braced himself and nestled her securely to him as he laved one large nipple and rolled the other between two fingers.
She shut her eyes and groaned.
He gave her more.
Bare before him, she opened her lips in a beseeching smile.
He ran his palm along her ribs to her quivering tummy over her sharp hipbones, then down to her nether region. There, beneath her lush blonde hair, he parted her heavy lips with his fingers and slid inside.
Oh, God.He closed his eyes, but opened them quickly so as not to lose a moment of this woman who was his to take and care for in all ways. He slid his fingers deep inside her and heard how liquid she was with want. She was ready for him. But he knew he had to show her more before he gave her the ultimate. So he found her hard, hot little mound and circled it with his forefinger. She bucked, but he crushed her to him and did not relent.
She panted, her fingers raking his bare back.
“You are my wife, my all,” he said as he continued to explore all she would soon give him.
She arched, offering him more, and he knew he had her at a good starting point. He could not, would not, let her go now.
He flicked her clitoris with the tip of his finger and she arched into him. Close, so close. He wanted her to have more, all that he could offer.
He covered her intimate folds with his whole hand and pressed into her, circling, massaging, taking, giving all he was, all he’d ever known about awakening a female’s desire and lavishing it upon her.
