Page 80 of An Inconvenient Vow

“You have been so nice today, Jeffree,” Sabina murmured against his mouth. What? “Really, you have been almost a pleasure to be around.” He had? Wait, what did she mean “almost”?

“Hrrrrmmm,” was all he could manage by way of response. She sighed, and the contented sound made his half-hard cock stand to full attention. He wanted her to make that sound when he was deep inside her. He wanted her to tell him how nice his cock was. He wanted her to demand he give her pleasure. Such thoughts astonished him. Where the hells was this coming from?

Before he was even aware, he had rolled atop of her and was palming her plump backside like it was his perfect right. She shifted against him. “Jeffree?” She had to feel how hard he was, but she made no attempt to wriggle away from his lusty embrace. “Is all well? Why have you stopped?”

Unable to make a reply, Jeffree simply bent his neck and took her mouth again, this time with a slow thoroughness that made his head reel. Gods, he could not get enough of the teasing slide of her tongue. He was barely aware of the fact he was grinding into her until he felt her thighs squeeze against his hips.

“Jeffree,” she panted against his mouth.

“Can I touch you?” he practically begged, a ridiculous request considering how they were bodily intertwined.

“Yes.” She grabbed his hand and pressed it to her soft bosom. He had meant between her legs, but her generous breasts distracted him sufficiently from saying so. His face flamed hot and his breathing was ragged as he made out the shape of her through her thin shift and felt the weight of her full round breasts in his hands.

“Gods,” he whispered, and shifting down her body, he brushed a kiss atop each sweet swell of flesh above her neckline, feeling his face heat as he did so. His fingers twitched with the impulse to yank the flimsy material down and out of the way, but likely Sabina would not care for such rude treatment of her undergarment. The thing was likely to rend in two between his hands.

Instead, he sought comfort by rubbing his face over and around her glorious breasts, wishing he had left a candle burning when he had climbed into bed, but the light had seemed sufficient then. Little had he known at that point how desperately he would want to see what color his wife’s nipples were.

“Jeffree?” Sabina squirmed and he halted at once. Was this not as pleasurable for her? She struggled to sit and Jeffree backed up, feeling suddenly glad it was dark. It would hide his mortification. Then he heard a rustle and realized she was divesting herself of her shift. She collapsed back onto the cushions. “Where are you?” He felt her fingertips graze his shoulder. “Come back here.”

He was back on top of her in a trice. “Tell me what to do,” he muttered into the valley between her breasts as he kissed his way down. “Tell me what feels good.”

Her fingers sifted through his hair. “Everything you’re doing right now feels so nice,” she sighed, and once again, he felt it almost as though she had sighed directly against his ballocks. It was strange how potently the idea of giving her pleasure seemed to affect him. He had never guessed he possessed an altruistic bone in his body before now.

Surrendering to his baser impulses, he ran the slope of his nose over one nipple and the noise she made in her throat had him breathing hard. “That feels nice?” he pressed as he repeated the action on the other nipple. She shivered, and when he would have returned to kissing around her glorious breasts, her fingers tightened in his hair, holding him in place.

Guessing she had anchored him there for a purpose, Jeffree nuzzled against the pointy nipple wondering what it might be. “Tell me,” he urged.

“In your mouth,” she whimpered.

Oh. Tentatively, he opened his lips over her pouting nipple and sucked it into his mouth.

“Oh, Jeffree!” She practically arched up off the pillow.

His nostrils flared. So, she liked that, did she? He licked his lips. Well, so did he. He set about sucking her pretty nipples in earnest. Her reception of his attentions was more than gratifying, and he was forced to flex his hips against the mattress in search of relief for his aching cock.

“Yes, Jeffree,” she gasped as he released her nipple after a good hard suck. He kissed across to the other and teased it gently with his tongue. The fact she liked it all the ways he could think of, made his chest swell.

“Tell me what else,” he murmured kissing the undersides of her bosom and absently down to her belly button.

She gave a soundless shriek and caught hold of his ears. “N-not that Jeffree!” she squeaked, half sitting up. “I’ve never had that.”

Had what? Jeffree narrowed his eyes in the dark. Why was she sounding so suddenly nervous? “I won’t do anything you don’t like,” he said needlessly. He was not remotely interested in doing anything she did not enjoy. Except… he didn’t think she sounded like he had done aught amiss. He extended his tongue and touched it tentatively to her belly button. Sabina gave a muffled squawk.

“It’s sensitive here?” he asked.

“A little,” she said in a stifled voice, but it did not seem terribly sensitive now as he carefully licked around it and she relaxed and released his ears.

He shrugged it off. There was some mystery here he would revisit later. “Can I make you ready?” he asked huskily against her soft stomach.

Sabina gulped. “You already have.”

He frowned. “I have not yet touched you between your legs, though.”

She gave a soft dissenting murmur. Why did she sound embarrassed?

“I want to,” he insisted. “Let me.”

She was silent a moment and then drew back from him, letting her legs fall apart. Jeffree’s breathing hitched and he stared in the darkness, wishing he could see her clearly. Her hand sought his own, drawing it between her legs. He felt the hair of her most private place brush against the back of his fingers and felt a rush of blood to his head.