Still unsure, but recalling the pleasure his mouth had given her, and apparently wishing to return it, Cecily did as she was bidden.
“God, yes,” Nathaniel whispered hoarsely, his hands tangling in her hair as she took the head into her mouth. “Use your tongue a little, Cecily. Now, more in. Ah, yes, like that.”
She obeyed, and he gave a soft grunt as she sucked and licked him with endearing shyness.
Coupled with the pleasure, the very sight of his lovely half-naked wife on her knees before him with his cock in her mouth almost undid him.
Pulling himself out of her mouth abruptly, Nathaniel stood there panting as he tried to gather his self-control.
“Did I do something wrong?” Cecily gasped, looking up at him.
Shaking his head, he pulled her back to her feet and kissed her deeply, cupping her breast in his hand.
“You did everything just as you should, Cecily,” he assured her. “It is only that there is something I must do. Something I should have done before.”
His wife would not leave this room a virgin. Nathaniel knew it now in his head, in his heart, and in the throbbing of his cock. He felt sure that every misunderstanding and unhappiness between them could be resolved if only their bodies came together in desire, as they were designed.
Cecily moaned his name and clung to him as his hand raised her skirts and caressed the dark, damp triangle of fur between her silken thighs. A finger slid easily into her slit and found her as soft, swollen, and slippery as he could have wished. Having his cock in her mouth had evidently aroused her.
“Are you ready to be mine, Cecily?” he whispered in her ear and felt her tremble in his arms as she nodded.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the soft rug before the empty fireplace. He laid her down, then pulled her white silk skirts around her waist and kissed her soft, naked breasts and thighs, making her writhe in pleasure and anticipation.
“You’re very big,” Cecily murmured nervously as he spread her thighs apart and placed himself between them. “I am not sure this will work.”
“I will go slowly,” he reassured her, feeling her body tense at the first touch of his shaft to her entrance. “Don’t be afraid, Cecily. Look at me, feel me.”
He held her gaze and intertwined their fingers as he penetrated her for the first time, sliding into her inch by inch while she made helpless little mewling sounds in the back of her throat. The feel of her body opening to him was glorious, but he knew he must keep control of himself if he were to bring her the same pleasure.
“You’re so deep,” she moaned as he gyrated his hips experimentally.
“Does it feel good?” he asked, lightly kissing and nipping at her throat. “Do you like how it feels?”
“Ohh, Nathaniel, yes!” she cried out, and he rewarded her with a small thrust and then another.
Soon enough, her legs lifted of their own accord and wrapped around his waist as though to pull him in deeper and hold him there.
“You’re mine, Cecily,” Nathaniel grunted as he began to work her in earnest, her full breasts now bouncing and quivering. “My beautiful wife…”
Cecily’s loud cries were music to his ears. The passion he had seen before in glimpses was fully awake and spilling over as shewas finally properly claimed. His fingers sought and found her swollen bud while his hungry mouth sucked on her erect nipples.
Cecily made a sound that was almost a scream. Her inner walls clamped around him and then spasmed, milking him. His deeper groans mingled with her subsiding whimpers.
They lay there entangled for long minutes, until Nathaniel finally raised his head and kissed her lips.
“I told you the truth before. I haven’t touched another woman since the first night I set eyes on you,” he admitted, feeling no urgency to withdraw from her or rise before he had to.
“Oh…” she murmured, with soft wonder in her eyes.
Nathaniel did not ask. Either way, Cecily was now his.
CHAPTER 28
“Your Grace, I must speak with you,” said the distressed Mrs. Barnes, stepping out to the paddock where Cecily leaned against the fence, watching Lilian pet her two new white ponies, Snowy and Sugar, in the company of one of the grooms and Miss Osborne.
“Hmmm?” Cecily turned to the housekeeper rather dreamily, wondering what could be the cause of the urgency on the older woman’s face. “Is something wrong, Mrs. Barnes?”
Nothing felt so urgent to her today. The whole world seemed right. Nothing was impossible or insoluble as long as she and Nathaniel were together, sharing the same understanding they had reached last night.
