“It’s so tight,” she said, tilting her hips in tiny increments.
“Oh, yes. I know,” he replied through gritted teeth. “It’s very tight, and very hot. And very…” He moved in the same small, controlled way she did, feeling her pussy’s caress in every screaming nerve. “Is it getting any better?”
“A little.”
He slid deeper, then out again, more a movement of his hips than a genuine thrust. But oh, how he wished to pound inside her, all the way out and all the way in, so powerfully and roughly that he lifted her from the bed. “You’re mine now,” he said, touching his forehead to hers. “I’m inside you.”
Her hands had begun to relax on his shoulders. Now they tightened again. “Is there more?”
He muttered something like “Oh God” or “Bloody hell” or something else quite graceless and inappropriate. He couldn’t remember the words past the time they left his lips. He could only think about the movement of her hips, the welcoming ease in the tension of her thighs. He slid halfway out, shuddering. “Are you ready for more?” he asked when his sanity returned. “I want to move inside you. It feels so good to move inside you.”
She said nothing, only drew him forward with her hands. He wished to be slow, to be dignified and controlled, but her beautiful sighs made it difficult. Her hair spread beneath him, over the pillow, and her legs opened wider to accommodate his thickness.
“How does it feel now?” he asked.
Her answering moan was the most beautiful music he’d ever heard. He caressed her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingertips, thrilling at every abandoned reaction. How was he to survive this? How was he to survive her? What began as slow, controlled lovemaking quickly devolved into something baser and more intense. He dug his knees into the mattress and surged into her, driving deep and wreaking every last bit of sensation from his steady thrusts.
It was not only him losing control. Josephine proved to be as uninhibited and sensitive as he’d hoped. Now that he was inside her, she urged him on, arching and grasping at him. He kissed her everywhere, feasting on her eager responses. He nipped at her earlobes and licked her neck, and tugged her nipples into his mouth, suckling until she cried out and squeezed around him again.
“Yes,” he gasped. “Do what feels good. Surrender to your body’s needs.”
“Oh, please, help me.” She held his shoulders and pressed against him, seeking a release she’d only just come to know. He postponed his own needs and worked with the signals of her body to give her the help for which she begged. She was almost there. He could tell by her trembling limbs and her gasping breaths.
“Oh, my. It’s— It’s so close.”
“I know.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Never. I won’t stop, kitten. Take whatever you need.”
Her nails raked over his skin, and for a moment she held her breath. Then she let it out and gripped him harder, panting against his neck. The rhythmic pulses of her crisis undid the very last tethers of his control. He pounded into her the way he’d wished to from the beginning. She clung to him, so they were pressed together in shared rhapsody. He felt wrung out by the force of his release, so when the tremors finally left him, he collapsed atop her. Intermittent ripples of pleasure still teased along his cock.
When he could think again, he smiled at her dazed expression and stroked his thumb across her cheek. “You see? It worked after all.”
She gazed back very soberly, as if her world still didn’t make sense. It must be strange to go from dreading an act to enjoying it so thoroughly—more thoroughly than any typical English miss. “How courageous you were, even when it hurt,” he praised.
“You were right. It didn’t hurt very long. It only felt a bit…astonishing.” She squeezed around his cock, so his thoughts went hazy and unfocused.
“Dear Josephine. Be merciful, would you?” He eased from her before he was tempted to begin all over again. As much as he wanted to, he imagined she was tender.
“Oh,” she sighed. “I feel empty now. How peculiar all of that was. I never knew…” Her voice trailed off, her cheeks reddening to a blush beneath his gaze.
Yes, she hadn’t known a thing, but he hoped that would serve them well in this marriage. Her lack of knowledge had been matched by an equal lack of reservation once things were underway.
“Was it as pleasing for you as it was for me?” she asked shyly.
He wanted to eat her alive, devour her, chain her to his bed and never stop fucking her, although to say so might alarm her at this particular moment. “You pleased me immensely,” he said instead, kissing her brow and each of her eyes, and the tip of her nose. He nuzzled her cheek, breathing in her fresh, drowsy scent. “Will you have that dinner tray now?”
“I think…” Her breath caught as he moved lower to nibble her jaw. “I think I would rather stay here…with you…a bit longer.”
He smiled against the delicate velvet of her throat. Thus was heroism rewarded.
“Just a moment, darling. Let me snuff the candles first.”
Chapter Seven: Wonderful
Josephine floated in weightless and billowing pleasure. She arched her hips so he would touch her there, in that lovely place he had helped her discover. So warm, so wet… She tossed her head from side to side. So intense. The sensation was so intense she almost couldn’t bear it. She tried to close her legs but they were pressed open again.
I want you, he said. His voice sounded low and rough, and far away.
She blinked her eyes, slowly coming awake. Lord Warren was with her in bed, naked. His head was down between her thighs. Oh. Ohh. The tingling ple
asure was coming from him; the warm wetness was his mouth and tongue. It felt so good it hurt her. It was too much!
She tried to reach down to him, to tell him that he was making her feel too good, but her hands wouldn’t work. She couldn’t move her arms!
“It’s all right, darling. I’ve got you.” He leaned up over her, so she could see his great, thick shaft and all of his muscular body. It was broad daylight, and both of them utterly naked.
“My arms won’t work,” she said.
“That’s because I’ve tied them to the bed frame with one of your stockings.”
“Oh.” As she looked up, he moved back down and lowered his head to her…what was that scandalous word he had used? Her pussy. He really mustn’t kiss her there, not now in the brightness of day. She tried to close her legs.
His only answer was to place his palms on the insides of her thighs and push them open wider. Really, frighteningly wide.
“I’m not sure you ought to… Oh, my goodness.”
He touched his tongue to her center, right at the place that ached the most. She bucked her hips up, straining at her bonds. His tongue teased down, down, down, until she was absolutely certain he was licking an indecent part of her body.
“Please, you must stop that,” she begged.
“I’ll stop when you come.”
“W-what does that mean?”
He paused in his licentious efforts and gazed up at her. “You remember.”
Oh, yes. She did remember. “But how am I to manage that?” She tugged at her bound wrists. “You’ve tied me up.”
He grinned. “Isn’t it exciting? Now you can’t stop me from doing whatever I want to your body. These honeymoons are a fine thing.”
She watched in helpless captivity as he lowered his head and resumed licking her in a voracious way. Each touch, each heated gust of breath built on the one before it. She began to feel so full down there she thought she must explode.
“Please, untie me.” She wanted to touch him, to guide his head to the exact places it was already going. He ignored her pleas and used his fingers to part secret flesh, manipulating the folds. She could feel how wet she was. “Please, let me go.” It alarmed her to feel so powerless.