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No, William was going to ravish her. Delight in her. Love her.
Spreading her thighs wider, his tongue came out briefly to wet his lip, and that was the last sight Bea registered before her eyes rolled back and closed. She gasped at the sensation of his breath above her mons, but it continued upwards. With such adoration tears stung her closed eyes, he kissed from one side of her waist to the other, and stroked and kissed down her belly.
She shuddered as his blunt finger slid along her seam and dipped inside, beckoning against her little firm peak. His deep voice was barely audible over the rain. “You once told me you wanted me to touch you here gently. As you touch yourself. Show me, Bea. Teach me.”
She did.
Knowing he was watching made her feel shy at first, but soon she was lost in sensation, her fingertip gliding wetly along her own flesh. After some time, William pulled her hand to his lips, moaning as he drew her finger into his mouth and licked every trace of her essence.
Knowing he wanted every bit of her dissolved the last of her insecurity. She raised her heels into the air and spread her thighs wide, an act he had never permitted before.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathed.
Using the rhythm and pressure she had shown him, he worked her, and the unbearable intimacy of his touch soon had her gripping the edges of the altar. Even if she had tried—and she did not try—there was no hiding her reactions or holding back her sounds of pleasure. The muscles in her stomach and neck were drawn tight…most unladylike.
Knowing she was close, she whimpered in frustration when his hand withdrew. Astonishment forced her eyes open when his moist breath hovered over her, and she cried out when his tongue replaced his fingers against her sensitive tip. He worked her not just with skill—Lord above, the man had paid attention—but with utter devotion.
His deep, ravenous sounds as he feasted upon her incited her pleasure all the more, and when she came, he was there with her, his tongue steady, his hands gripping her quivering thighs.
Floating bonelessly for some time, Bea would have sworn the sun had returned in full force, for she felt surrounded by warmth and love. But when she opened her eyes, there was no doubt it came from within her and William, for outside the temple, the tempest persisted.
He helped her to sit up, then held her. “I’ve never seen or heard—never felt—anything more magnificent than that,” he said into her hair. “Thanyou.”
When she recovered enough, she lifted her head from his shoulder and stared into his gleaming green eyes. With a light laugh, she realized that wasn’t the only shiny part of him—he glistened from chin to nose.
“Thank you, William. I flew higher than if I had wings.”
“I’m glad. I love you, Bea,” he whispered, stroking the hair back from her face.
“Then love me some more. Let me love you.”
This time he didn’t stop her from removing his trousers, nor from breaking one of the most important rules she had been given on her wedding night.
No touching his rod.
Climaxing against his mouth had left her tingling. She’d been satisfied greatly…but was not yet sated. Not yet filled. Sometime later, after a great deal more exploration of each other, William lay her on the makeshift bed of their clothing on the temple floor and watched himself push into her.
She had long imagined the freedom of simply letting go and feeling everything as her husband pumped into her. Had wondered what it would be like to touch him in return, all without worry or judgment.
Some of their coupling was familiar. Her husband watched her as he moved within her, and at first, he was measured in his movements, gentle.
But none of her musings prepared Bea for the reality of what they found together as their perspiration mingled and the raw sounds from their throats blended. Yes, she was free at last to glory in their physical union—to press her soft stomach against his taut one with abandon, to writhe.
She had thought to claim her own pleasure by abandoning restraint and casting away shame. By insisting her experience mattered.
Yet the glory was more profound than that. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, she thought she’d reached the summit of what she could expect. Holding him with her arms and legs, clasping her lover to her as he moved, brought the sense of closeness and togetherness for which she had yearned. She wasn’t certain she would come, but that didn’t matter. The deeper angle of his penetration alone was so satisfying…
Suddenly, everything changed. William broke the grasp of her thighs from around him. Without apology but with a slow deliberateness that would have allowed her to protest, he pressed her legs up and open until her knees hovered above her shoulders. Holding her legs high and open, he filled her so deeply, so intimately…
“Yes,”she whimpered.
Her husband went on to show her what they could experience not only when she was free to experience their coupling fully, but he was, too. His thrusts became more powerful, incrementally so, and Bea saw him observing her carefully.
“More,” she urged.
His face tightened and he stopped for a moment, his relief plain. Then he set to pounding her, his strong thighs driving him. The intensity of the sensations overwhelmed her and to her regret, she couldn’t keep her eyes open to watch his pleasure, for her own was too great as it built, almost painfully, then spilled over.
After she came, he paused again, panting heavily, and waited for her lolling head to straighten and for her gaze to meet his. His every muscle seemed contracted, and the cords in his neck were taut.
