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“Michael!”
With a groan, he pulled his head away, positioning himself so he could thrust freely between her thighs. The slick channel welcomed him, her hips coming up to meet him, legs wrapping around his body and urging him on. She began to quiver, and his own self-control finally slipped completely, just as the first shudders of her climax began.
Mary
The hot bliss consuming her senses was too much to bear. Mary felt as if she was unraveling, her entire world dwindling down to one narrow point—the delicious ecstasy rising as Rex… Michael buried himself inside her. They were so intertwined, she could no longer tell where she left off and he began.
The press of his body against hers, into hers, was overwhelming. Pleasure soared higher as he picked up his pace, thrusting hard and fast, filling her completely. She sobbed at the intense sensations that felt almost too good. With every stroke, his body rubbed over her throbbing pleasure nubbin, driving her that much closer to penultimate ecstasy.
“Michael…” she cried out, her voice the only release valve for the pressure building inside. Another hard stroke, his groin pressing against hers, rubbing, circling, Mary screamed as the immense rapture crashed over her. There was no surcease. He rocked, fully buried, using his body to stimulate her netherlips and clit, driving her wild with passion.
She fought against his hold as the ecstasy became exquisite agony, tears sliding down the sides of her cheeks. The sensations were too much, the climax too intense as the powerful waves flooded her senses, wreaking havoc on them.
A second, stronger climax buried her in fevered passion, and Michael finally moved again. Two hard thrusts and she felt him slide home again, a deep groan swelling up from his chest. The shaft inside, harder, thicker, throbbed against her tight walls, warmth spreading through her lower body as he emptied his seed into her.
They panted for breath, each shocked by the fervor of their consummation, the pleasure slowly curling away in little eddies and currents, leaving Mary limp and spent beneath her husband. Closing her eyes, he relaxed atop her, his hands no longer gripping hers so tightly, then she felt the soft press of his lips against her temple.
Mary smiled. Turned her head. Met his lips with her own.
These were softer kisses… gentler. The passion was not gone but muted, tamed after their mutual satisfaction. It wasn’t until he lifted his head, smiling drowsily down at her, and her heart stuttered, she realized these kisses were far more dangerous than any kisses they had exchanged before. That was also when she realized he was still inside of her, although slowly shrinking and slipping away.
Blushing hotly, she dropped her gaze, which meant she was looking at his bare chest, at the broad muscles, the curling gold and brown hairs… She closed her eyes, feeling her cheeks burning up.
Chuckling, Michael turned onto his back, pulling her with him, so she ended up curled on her side with her cheek on his chest. Holding her hand, he rested her palm against his chest. It was the first she had really been able to touchhim, but even now, he was controlling.
She yawned, wincing slightly when her legs shifted. He lifted his head, frowning down at her.
“Does it hurt?”
“Not exactly. I feel a little sore.” Well-used. That was how she felt, but she could not bring herself to say it aloud. She felt thoroughly rumpled and used, but in a wonderfully delicious manner. Fully sated. The bits between her legs were still tingling in the aftermath.
“Hmm.” His response was not very revealing. Dropping his head back on his pillow, his fingers idly played with hers, stroking and intertwining above his chest.
“Is that usual?” she asked curiously and felt him stiffen in disapproval.
“You are askingme?”
“Well, you have more experience with this sort of thing than me,” Mary said, exasperated. Had he expected her to be missish?
A moment passed, then he relaxed, letting out a slow chuckle.
“I suppose I do, at that.” The shoulder beneath her head lifted slightly. “Sore, yes. If anything hurts, you will tell me.” It was not a question. Mary hid a smile, even though he could not see her expression. A very protective lion, he was.
Still, she was a bit perturbed by his disapproval at her question. Mary was well aware he had far more experience at lovemaking, and it seemed silly to pretend otherwise. She had many more questions, even with Arabella and Cynthia’s detailed explanations. Perhaps she should ask some of the other women who were part of the Society.
“When is the next Society event?” she asked idly, not really thinking about it. She was far too muzzy, too happily lazy to be on guard. That was a mistake.
Rex sat up, and Mary found herself dropping back onto the bed, summarily evicted from the nice little nook under his arm.
“Why do you need to know?” He sounded downright affronted. Staring up at him, confused, her bewilderment was quickly wiped away by his next words. “You willnotbe looking for someone else to satisfy you this Season, if ever.”
Suddenly feeling naked in a way she had not before, Mary scooted away, aware of the liquid seeping out from her private area. Grabbing hold of the sheet, she pulled it over her nudity, which caused Rex to frown even harder. She scowled back at him. He was not going to accuse her of unfaithfulnessandget to look at her naked body.
“I was hoping to talk to some of the otherladies.” She pulled the sheet around her tighter. “I thought they might be able to answer some questions.” Belatedly, she also remembered her mission. Questioning ladies for her own edification, but also looking to see who might be a traitor—she had multiple reasons for wanting to attend another Society event.
Rex
Rex was startled by the hurt and jealousy sitting like a lead ball in the center of his chest. He didnotlike the idea of his wife joining in the Society’s activities. The expected abatement of his possessiveness had not been realized—if anything, he felt more jealous at the very idea of her being entertained by another man.
