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“Fuck,” he muttered, the filthy word only arousing her more.
He flexed his hips, pushing deep inside her but so tortuously slow. There was a biting stretching pressure, an erotic blend of pain and pleasure. Suddenly she understood. “The sweet kind of pain,” she whispered, licking the seams of his lips. “I feel it now, Oscar.”
“Afraid?”
“I want more.”
Lust fired in his eyes. “Wrap your legs around my back.”
Prue coiled her limbs around his lower back, crossing her ankles, holding him tight. Their mouths melded, and he started to pump his hips taking her with quick, hard strokes, tossing her into mindless pleasure. He paused only to walk with her to the chaise longue and gently ease her onto the cushions, their bodies still joined. And not once did he stop kissing her. Oscar moved within her with strong, firm thrusts, grinding deeply inside her body.
That tight coil and heated pleasure she had felt low in her belly when he licked her with his tongue started to build again. Ripping her mouth from his, she buried her face in the crook of his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat. She kissed his neck, his shoulders, her fingers raking his slicked sweat back as the coil in her belly drew tighter and tighter even as his thrusts became harder and deeper.
Prue hadn’t dreamed anything could have felt this wonderful. Heart pounding, Prue was aching for more of his touch. With wordless murmurs and frantic kisses, she urged him on and was rewarded with a deep thrust that seemed to pierce the coil low in her belly.
Pleasure shattered Prue as her body flew apart. To her shock, her husband pulled from her body, slipped his hands beneath her buttocks, and arched her to his mouth. She wailed as he licked her quim, then sucked her clitoris into his mouth. This time it was as if pleasure expanded through her body, sweeping her up until she floated. And even then, her husband did not relent, bringing her to pleasure over and over again, before sliding impossibly deep once more into her convulsing body.
With a groan of rich satisfaction, he emptied deep inside her body.
“Bloody hell,” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead where damp tendrils of hair were pasted to her skin.
Prue sighed. “We must absolutely do this every day.”
Her husband chuckled and gently pulled from her. Prue groaned for everywhere felt like she had gone several rounds of boxing with the girls at the club. Oscar stood and lifted her into his arms.
“We have to hurry and sneak back to your chamber.”
Prue laughed. “What will we say if we encounter one of our servants.”
He opened the door and stepped out into the thankfully empty hallway. They heard a thumping sound from the servants’ staircase, and he stilled, then burst into a run. With a laughing gasp, Prue grabbed onto his shoulders as he jostled her. As they were about to rush into her bedroom, over his shoulder, she spied the shocked expression of her maid on the stairs. No doubt Martha was coming up to stir the fireplace.
Prue allowed her husband to clean her with a warm washcloth without blushing. She could not stop yawning and drowsily asked the time. It was not yet seven in the morning.
“I gather you will not be joining me for an early breakfast.”
“Get behind me, Satan,” she muttered. “I am desperate for sleep.”
His laughter caressed over her in pleasurable waves. “I shall see you around noon then, my lovely wife.”
Prue had the impression of a kiss on her mouth, but sleep was already dragging her down into blissful oblivion.
Prue stirred awake and stretched,expelling a loud satisfied sigh. She felt well-rested.
“It is almost two in the afternoon. I have delayed luncheon for you.”
She gasped, twisting on the bed to see her husband sitting on the chaise longue by the fire, his large Siberian cat cuddled into his arms. The cat’s eyes were closed, and the feline made soft purrs in its throat in time to the fingers stroking her head.
“What are you doing here? I thought you were to meet with your land steward at noon and then your banker at three?”
“I took the day off.”
“You took the day off?” she parroted in surprise. “You never take the day off.”
“I know. I thought I would spend it with my lovely wife. However, I did not foresee that she would laze the day away in bed.”
Prue’s cheeks heated, even as something warm and tender stirred inside her chest. An unknown sensation, but it felt very pleasant indeed. “It is only the afternoon. We still have hours left in the day.”
Her husband made a non-committal sound, but his eyes gleamed with satisfaction when they landed on her. He stood and padded over to sit on the edge of her bed.
