Wanting him to fill her, she coiled her legs around his waist. He moved quickly over her, thrusting deep and holding her close until she flung back her head and cried out his name. Her eyes rolled back and, for an instant, she felt decadent and desirable. Every instant after that was filled with the zenith of pleasure, ecstasy that made her pant and cry out. She opened her eyes to see him while they climaxed together. His pewter eyes were like bolts of lightning shooting into her, tilting her world, her heart.
How was it possible that he could make her feel this way? Did all able husbands give their wives such pleasure? Oh, she’d never known! And she was glad. She was glad she had never felt this with anyone but Elias.
Spent, they collapsed together on the bed. He waited a moment and then rolled off her. He reached his hand out for hers and they basked in the aftermath of becoming one, in a joining more intimate than anything they shared with anyone else.
He moved with a grunt that stirred a little ember inside her and with a slip of his arm under her neck, he pulled her closer.
She nestled herself against him and ran her palm over the whipcord-tight muscles in his belly. Her fingers played in the dark, springy curls on his chest and the thin trail leading to his…she closed her eyes. Should she touch it? What should she do with it?
“May I tell ye somethin’ I love aboot ye?” he asked, awakening hundreds of butterflies inside her. “Ye dinna have to make up somethin’ fer me in return. Just let me tell ye.”
She leaned up on her elbow and looked down into his eyes. “Aye.” She smiled. “You may tell me.”
His gaze went soft on her and he lifted his knuckles to her cheek and chuckled softly, almost like a groan. “Ah, my lady, I was goin’ to say somethin’ else, but ‘tis yer smile that I love most. It keeps me grounded. I havena taken a sip of chamomile tea since ye gave it to me. I have no need of it anymore. Ye are a light, sent to keep away the darkness of my past.”
“And you,” she said with her breath falling on his chest, “were sent to keep away the darkness of my present.”
He smiled. “I said ye didna have to make up somethin’ to respond. And ye did.”
Her smile widened and she moved her leg up over him. “What do we need to do to make that happen again?”
He laughed. “Not much. And if ye continue to move around with yer body spread over half of me, even less.”
She realized that she was rubbing her leg against his stiffening cock. Her tight-nippled breasts were pressed against his chest. The effect it was having on him made her want to shout in triumph and do more. She pulled up to kiss him on the chin. “I want you inside me again.”
She needn’t say anything more. She could feel his heavy arousal and flung her leg over him. She closed her eyes and smiled seductively then opened them again. “You are a raging whirlwind and I must settle you and keep you tame beneath my touch.”
“D’ye think ye can, my lady?”
Her hooded gaze and the sight of her tongue dipping out to lick him, shattered his control.
He took hold of her and yanked her up and was about to impale her.
She escaped his hands and rose up on her knees and then watched him do the same. He smiled. So did she.
Without another warning, he grasped her wrist and hauled her close. When she reached him, he scooped her up by her bottom and tried to have her again. She pulled herself up and pushed him down on the backs of his thighs. His cock jutted upward like a flagpole to the stars. She wanted to sit on it but she wasn’t so bold. She slinked over him instead, delighting in his tight, trembling muscles. Her mouth found his and her tongue delved deeply, exploring, tasting him. She was wet for him. She could feel it.
His head rolled back and when she raked her teeth over his exposed neck, she almost fell over the precipice of sanity.
He pushed her down on him. She felt the tip of him like a battering ram, ready to burst through her.
She wanted this. She sank down, taking him whole, through the pain, through the pleasure. His shaft felt never-ending.
She took hold of his neck and began to undulate her hips. She rode up and down, crying out at the size of him, the feel of him.
Pulling free of her, he stretched his legs free and sat with his erection glistening in the firelight, then pulled her back on.
He bent and kissed her mouth, her throat, while he held her hips and guided her over him, slowly, rubbing her nub against his chiseled belly until she found her sweet release.
Her gave her neck one last lick, like an animal marking its mate, and finally fell asleep.
Lily smiled in the soft light. She thought about what they’d done. She was his and he was hers. It thrilled her.
She felt different. Better.
She’d pulled everything from him and gave him everything in return.
Whatever tomorrow brought, they would face it together.