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With a smile, I came up next to her and draped an arm over her shoulders. Martha stood next to me, taking it all in, from the brick exterior to the smoke wafting out of the chimney. Without warning, I bent down, scooped Martha into my arms, and crossed the threshold. She giggled, her head resting against my chest, and used her hand to twist the knob.
As soon as we stepped inside, the smell of stew hit me first, followed immediately by the smell of firewood. I set Martha down on her feet and kicked off my shoes. “Welcome to the honeymoon suite.”
Martha’s face was lit by the glow of the fire as she glanced around. “I love it.”
Once I took off my tie and jacket, draping them over the back of a wooden chair, Martha wrapped her arms around me. She pulled me down for a kiss, tasting like mint and red wine, and my stomach dipped. I wrapped my arms around her waist and nibbled on her lower lip until her mouth parted, allowing me access.
She was everything I ever wanted and more.
When she sighed, the sound reverberating inside my head, my hands moved down to her hips. In one quick move, I hoisted her up and carried her into the bedroom. Martha’s hands moved from the back of my neck and down my shoulders, pausing at my behind. She gave me a firm squeeze before I set her down on the bed.
My heart was pounding against my chest when Martha stood up and turned her back on me. I tried to keep the tremor out of my hands as I lowered the zipper and pushed the dress down to her ankles, revealing the lacy white bra and panties underneath. Silently, Martha stepped out of her dress and spun back around to face me, sending another wave of desire straight up my spine.
Her hands twisted behind her back, and she undid the bra, letting her breasts spill forward. Then her hands moved to the zipper of my pants. Her breathing came in short pants, her face raw with desire and hunger as she helped me out of my own clothes, leaving me in nothing but my boxers.
And a visible bulge.
“You’re so beautiful, Martha.” I lowered myself onto the carpeted floor and glanced up at her, her face half-obscured by the darkness. “I cannot believe you’re my wife.”
Martha wound her fingers through my hair and threw her head back. “I love you, Albin. God, you have no idea how crazy you make me.”
Using my mouth, I pulled her panties down over her thighs and stopped at her ankles. When she stepped out of them, I threw them over my shoulders. I pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of her thighs, leaving goosebumps in my wake. She made low whimpering noises that made my blood turn molten.
Her touch, her mouth, and her voice pushed me toward oblivion.
I gripped her waist and rubbed my face against her center. When I looked back up at her, her chest heaving and glistening with sweat, the wave of desire and yearning within me grew stronger. With a growl, I used two fingers to push aside her wet folds, and my tongue darted out.
Martha gasped, and her grip on the back of my neck grew tighter. “Oh, Albin. Oh, that feels so good.”
I used my tongue to taste every last inch of her, dragging it back and forth until her cries grew desperate. It wasn’t long before Martha was bucking and writhing against me, my name a chant on her lips. One hand stayed in my hair, and the other raked over my back, trying to pull me closer.
Each stroke, each sound, was like music to my ears.
I couldn’t get enough of her and the sweet taste of her.
When Martha bucked and writhed, the force of her orgasm ripping through her, my ears were ringing. I stilled, lifted my gaze to hers, and watched as she panted.
She pushed her hair out of her eyes, and pulled me up to my feet. Then she kissed me, pouring as much emotion as she could into the kiss.
It made all the blood rush to my groin.
Her hand dropped between us, and she closed her fingers around me. My pulse quickened as we fell backward onto the bed. Martha shifted and moved upwards, raking her fingers up and down my back. I climbed on top of her, framed her face in my hands, and growled. When I pinned Martha’s hands over her head, her hips rose up off the mattress, and I nearly exploded then and there.
In one quick move, I was inside of her, filling her to the hilt.
Then I drew back to look at her, and she was staring at me through hooded eyes, her face an open book for me to read. I locked her legs around my waist, eased out, and slammed back into her. She threw her head to the side and whimpered. One hand kept its grip on her hands, and the other trailed down the sides of her body, stopping at her stomach.
One finger dipped in between her wet folds, and she bucked. “You know exactly how to touch me, Albin.”
I slammed into her and kissed the base of her neck. “You drive me crazy, Martha. You always have.”
When I released her hands, she dug her nails into my shoulders and bucked. Together, we rocked back and forth against each other, the bed creaking and dipping as we did. I buried my face in the crook of her neck and alternated between licking and nipping on the sensitive skin there.
It wasn’t long before Martha came undone, her release ripping through her.
My own release came soon after, forcing me to throw my head back and call out her name. As soon as I caught my breath, I rolled off her and collapsed against the mattress. A moment later, Martha curled into my side, and I draped an arm over her shoulders.
“I love our honeymoon already,” Martha whispered into my skin. I twisted my head, tilted her chin up, and kissed her.
“Happy honeymooning, Mrs. Arkwright.”
“Happy honeymooning, Mr. Arkwright,” Martha murmured in between giggles.
