Page 75 of Indecently Daring

He snorted. “All yours. Now be quiet and keep your hands to yourself for a moment.”

“Not a chance,” she retorted, though any other words died in her throat as he bent his head, drew her nipple into his mouth, and sucked.

One hand coasted over her belly, her hips, down one thigh and back again, toying with the curls nestled in the valley between. Alana closed her eyes and threaded her hands into his thick hair as he continued to kiss and gently bite, first one breast and then the other. His questing fingers sifted through the curls, seeking the hidden place beneath. She gasped as he found it, widening her thighs to allow him better access. Harry chuckled softly and though he did not stop, he kept his touch light, teasing, never quite enough. Alana moved restlessly, lifting her hips into his caresses, trying to encourage him to give her more, to touch her harder, quicker.

“Harry,” she complained, when her efforts failed to yield results.

He looked down at her, the picture of innocence. “Yes, love? What can I do for you?”

“I think you know very well,” she grumbled.

“Poor little wife, how cruel your husband is to you. Do you still want me to be wicked?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know… I want you to stop teasing me,” she pleaded.

“I don’t think so, not yet,” he said, looking the farthest thing from any vicar she could imagine in this moment.

He sent her a smug smile and moved down the bed, kissing her as he went. His mouth trailed a path across the underside of her breast, her ribcage and belly, the jut of her hip and the tender skin on the inside of her thigh. Alana’s breath hitched as she stared down at him. He glanced up then, his eyes dark with wanting, before he pressed his mouth against the soft patch of curls.

“Harry,” she whispered. “Please.”

“Well, as you asked so nicely,” he murmured, and gently parted the curls, exposing the delicate peak of her sex.

The touch of his tongue was enough to send her thoughts scattering into the wilderness. Alana sighed, his soft murmur of encouragement allowing her to relax into this voluptuous pleasure without the slightest trace of doubt. The more wanton she became, the louder she moaned, the more he praised her. He told her she was lovely, so sweet. He insisted she tell him how to touch her, that she call out his name and order him to give her more, and so she did, surprising herself with just how demanding she could be.

It was right, she realised, as the world became fuzzy at the edges and the pleasure so unbearably good that she held her breath. It had never felt this way before, but with Harry it was love and trust and friendship, with the added spice of desire.

“Perfection,” she whispered, as his mouth closed over her, and he gently suckled.

Alana shattered with a cry that tore from her mouth without her ever thinking to muffle it. The sound was unrestrained and immodest, but she didn’t care, and she knew Harry didn’t either.

Before she had time to catch her breath, Harry’s firm hands were pushing her thighs wider as he settled between them.

“Alana,” he said, her name barely more than a growl. “Please….”

“Yes,” she said, laughing until he pushed inside her, one swift movement that had her gasping and grasping his shoulders, holding on tight as he groaned and took hold of her wrists, pressing them into the mattress over her head. He stared down at her, breathing hard.

“I’ve wanted this since the first time I saw you,” he admitted, the words raw. “I thought I would lose everything for wanting you. It was too much, like you had bewitched me, but… but I have you, I have everything.”

“You do,” she said, the words breathless as he moved inside her, stealing her ability to think.

“Love me, Alana. Keep me from falling.”

“You won’t fall, Harry,” she whispered. “You’re far too strong, but I’ll always be here.”

He groaned, a raw sound somewhere between pleasure and pain. Alana closed her eyes, losing herself in him, in the moment, and in the joy of how perfectly they fit together as he loved her. Time went away with the world. Nothing else existed outside of this room, this touch, this kiss, until they were both dazed and overwhelmed. Harry slid his hands into hers, lacing their fingers together and Alana looked up, finding him watching her, his face taut with effort, flushed with passion, and with such a look in his eyes that her throat tightened with emotion. But then he moved, just so, and her breath caught, and the sensation overpowered everything else as he gasped, and thrust quicker, faster.

“Alana,” he said, her name a raw exclamation as his body jerked and he spilled his pleasure inside her.

Alana watched him, discovering the sight of her husband’s pleasure was the most erotic thing in the world as she followed him into bliss, their hands clasped tight together.

When the rapture of his release finally quieted, Harry moved off her, collapsing onto his back as he fought for breath, laughing and shaking his head in wonder.

“Alana, my word…. You are astonishing.”

She smiled, moving to him and laying her head on his chest, enjoying the sound of his heart beating and knowing she had caused it to race so fast. His skin was damp with exertion, and she smoothed her hand up and down his body, revelling in the rise and fall of the powerful muscles under her fingertips.

“Finally, he understands I’m perfect, and he’s the one always in the wrong,” she said with a sigh.