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“Hmm … then I am glad you threw her out. Are you going to help me with my hair, husband?”
Richard walked over to her. He raised his hands hesitantly before carefully touching her hair to pull out the remaining pins. Feeling his fingers working through her strands caused frissons of pleasure. She murmured in delight while he continued, her body attuning to his touch in a manner she had never experienced before.
He unraveled her braids so that her hair fell down to her waist. Combing them out gently with his fingers, he leaned down to lift her locks to his face. He breathed in her scent while she remained frozen in melting enjoyment. “So beautiful …” His whisper was so low she barely caught the words. He came around to clasp her hand in his, drawing her up from the chair while his hungry eyes scoured her from head to foot, causing her nipples to harden beneath the thin shift that was all that shielded her naked body from his gaze.
His eyes returned up to look at her, an intense green as they bored into her soul.
“Are you ready? For … this? After everything that has happened, I would understand …” He gestured toward the bed, his face reflecting vulnerability while he waited for her response.
Lifting onto her toes, she placed a kiss on his lips. “I do not wish to wait.”
He growled, bending down to lift her in his powerfully muscled arms. “Then we will wait no longer.”
He carried her over to the bed, leaving her with a healthy appreciation of his strength when he showed no sign of effort. He lowered her onto the turned down sheets and stepped back to lift his shirt up and off, tossing it aside while he returned to lower himself over her. Sophia ran her eyes over the sculpted muscles she had explored that morning, breathless with awe at his broad chest and shoulders, with a light dusting of curling hair trailing down into his trousers. His face came over hers, and she stared up into his eyes.
“You are most impressive,” she whispered.
“So I have been told.” Richard grinned and then winced. “Scratch that. Call it a bad habit. I have no wish to be my past glib self with you. I think I will rather say … thank you.” He appeared to be at a loss for words before finally continuing awkwardly. “And you have been impressing me, which is why I have presented myself in your chambers with such a ravenous appetite.”
Sophia’s eyes went wide. “Ravenous?”
Richard growled. “Ravenous. I cannot stop thinking about you, about your soft skin, and the breathy sighs you make when I kiss you. How you ran your hand over my body this morning, and how much I wanted to …”
“To?”
He appeared to be grasping for words. “To … make you my wife. I want this… with you. You make me feel things I have never felt before. I think … I think I admire you. You know what you want, and you do not hesitate in pursuing it. Even as an innocent woman, you are not afraid to touch me, to explore my body in the manner I wish to explore yours.”
She smiled up at him. “I want you,” she whispered.
Richard shook his head, disbelief splayed across his countenance. “I do not know why, but I will take advantage of it.” With that, his lips found hers in a deep, drugging kiss. His tongue stole into her mouth to find hers, and she was lost in the moment, the feel of him drowning her in a whirlwind of desire while she panted out the very sighs he had admired just moments before.
His hand found her breast once more, and she moaned in ecstasy, arching up to make more contact with his hard body and his large hand. She wrapped a leg around his while her foot caressed up and down his calf as their kiss deepened. Finally he groaned before trailing hot kisses down her neck to lick at the point it met her shoulder, making her shiver and gasp when tingling sensation shot through her entire body down to her toes.
He chuckled against her skin before moving his mouth down to suckle a hardened nipple jutting against her shift. The warm, wet heat of his mouth made her moan and squirm beneath him while his hand lifted to fidget with the edge of her shift. He pulled at the garment to loosen it before exposing her breast.
He raised his head to look down at it before groaning. “I love …” He lowered his head to lick at her pebbled nipple. She whimpered with pleasure, pushing up for closer contact. “You are as perfect as I …” She could barely make out his whispered words, drowning in the shocking delight of him tonguing her nipple while trailing a hand down to find the hem of her garment. She felt him clasping her ankle, where he toyed back and forth across her skin before gliding his hand up her leg.
Sophia pulled his head back, the sensation too exquisite and her need to feel his lips again foremost on her mind. She wiggled down and leaned up to kiss his lips once more while his hand traveled to caress the back of her knee. Exhaling deeply, she slipped her tongue into his mouth as he had done to her and explored it. He made a pained sound before deepening the kiss further.
Vaguely, she grew aware that his hand rested on her inner thigh, but she paid no mind. She was lost in a sea of feeling. His kisses were magical, the feel of his hands overwhelming.
Sophia jumped in shock when he grazed his thumb between her legs, her thighs quivering in excitement at the feel of him against the seam of her sex. Her legs fell open to invite further ministrations, to which he responded with a groan while his warm hand cupped her. She stopped breathing in anticipation before he slowly slid a finger gently through her folds. They were … slick? Was that normal?
“You are so wet for me,” Richard groaned against her mouth. He seemed happy about it. Sophia supposed that answered the question, then. She started breathing again. Heavily. Really more panting than breathing while his fingers explored the creases and folds of her sex, touching a sensitive spot which caused her to keen at the white-hot pleasure that rippled through her.
Richard moved his mouth to her cheek, where she could feel him smiling against her skin while he explored her. One of his fingers dipped into her tight channel where her muscles throbbed, craving … she was not exactly sure, but his hand was a good start.
His thumb returned to graze the sensitive spot at the apex of her seam while his fingertip continued to seek access to her body. Sophia was mindless with the pleasure of it, grinding into his hand while panting moans of rapture. The pleasure rose and kept rising, making her feverish with excitation. “Come for me, sweet Sophia,” Richard breathed against her jaw, his tongue flickering over her skin. A wave of sensation hit her, shooting through her so that she wailed her pleasure. She was only aware of Richard, and his hand, and the waves of white-hot pleasure rippling through her body while her intimate muscles contracted rhythmically for several heart-stopping moments. Slowly, she fell from the heights of pleasure back into the sheets of her bed.
Gradually, she opened her eyes in amazement. “That was …” She could find no words.
Richard smiled smugly. Sitting up, he grasped her shift and, with slow deliberation, lightly tugged it up to pull it off her. She struggled up to assist him, realizing that despite the transcendence she just experienced, they were not yet done.
Once he had the garment off her, he tossed it away before slowly examining her naked body with an ardent gaze. He groaned, raising a hand to caress her belly before lowering his head to kiss her mouth. Pulling back, he rose from the bed and made quick work of his trousers and small clothes.
Sophia gasped in appreciation, her eyes riveted to his swollen manhood that jutted proudly. He followed her gaze.
“I am quite pleased we finally reached this stage of our marriage, wife,” he growled. Consternation crossed his features when she suddenly sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed to sit facing him.
