She hadn’t yet finishedThe Illustrated Pleasures of Seduction, so she wasn’t sure what he meant exactly, but she trusted him. “After we’re married, then?”
“Yes.”
She nodded, and he released her hand, so she let go. “Why?”
“I’ll explain later. For now, let me show you how much I love you.” His gaze, which had an intensity in it before, had softened.
“Show me.”
He walked to her and lifted her shift from her, leaving her in her stockings only. But he didn’t bend to take them off, instead walking her back to the bed, where she lay down.
He remained at the side of the bed, looking at her.
Though she was known for being patient, she found with this, she couldn’t be. She held her hand out. “Tam, love me.”
Taking her hand, he climbed upon the bed, knelt beside her, and licked at her palm.
She squirmed, surprised at the tingles of excitement that ran through her. Then he was kissing her, his mouth coaxing her as his hands found her breasts and lifted them.
When he broke their kiss, she swallowed a moan, not unhappy that he’d moved his mouth lower to gently suck on a nipple.
She ran her hands into his thick hair and held him there until he sucked harder, causing streams of desire to converge in her sheath.
He released her nipple to move to the other.
She arched as he nibbled lightly at it with his teeth. “Tam. I need more.” Her whole body felt hot.
He didn’t disappoint. He reached down and nudged her legs apart, crawling between them even as he continued his sweet torture on her breast. When his hand found the juncture of her thighs, she opened for him, knowing now how wonderful it would be.
Releasing her breast, he moved his head lower, but before she could lift her head to see what he was about, his fingers came up to play with her nipples, squeezing them and then letting them go. The feelings grew intense, causing her to ache as she released soft cries of pleasure. That was when she felt his tongue upon her most sensitive spot.
She arched at the lightning that hit her core, sparking a flow of live flame that built with every flick of his tongue. He replaced his tongue with his fingers, circling her and rubbing, causing her fire to rage out of control. She moaned with desire until she was engulfed in aninferno of ecstasy. She let out a scream only to have him capture it in his mouth as he covered her, which just seemed to make the feelings stronger. She held on to him. He was her anchor as her body was swept up in the heat of completion.
Even as she began to cool, grasping him tight, she felt him nudge the opening of her sheath.
She had no breath to speak, even if he weren’t kissing her, so she tilted her hips to welcome him inside.
He pulled his mouth from hers and stared into her eyes as he lowered his hips, spreading her, pushing slowly into her, continuing until his pelvis met hers.
She stared in wonder at the fulfilling feeling of being his in all ways, of having him inside her where she felt as if they were fused together. It was both a heady and exciting sensation.
He brushed back her hair with his hand and set a gentle kiss against her lips before gazing into her eyes. “Wife.”
The word sent a thrill of satisfaction into her belly just before he started to pull back, but then he moved in again and her world changed. As if instinct was all she’d ever needed with him, she waited for him to recede, then met his hips as he thrust in.Yes.
*
Yes. Christopher sankdeep into Sophie as her hips met his. Her natural movements made what he’d hoped to be a slow introduction to lovemaking a much faster process. It was as if she’d been taught by a courtesan, but he knew her to be innocent, her tight sheath attesting to her lack of experience.
And it was that very tightness that he couldn’t resist. That, her hips meeting his thrusts, and her nails digging into his shoulders as her whimpers of pleasure grew louder. Her very body seemed to pull at him, coaxing him to release himself into her. He fought hard to holdback, wanting her with him when ecstasy hit.
And then it came, her release, her sheath convulsing around him, demanding he come with her. As he finally let go, his last lucid thought was to kiss away her scream as her hands gripped his arse and they soared to the heavens together.
As he thrust the last time, completely spent and satisfied, he felt her hands stroking his back as if to soothe him. Remembering it was her first time, despite her actions, he tensed. Lifting his head from her shoulder, he studied her.
She gave him a soft smile. “I like being your wife.”
Relief almost had his arms collapsing, but he held his weight off her, not unaware that her breathing had not quite returned to normal. “I will always seek to make you happy.” He couldn’t help brushing back her silky hair, spreading over the pillow and beyond.
