"Tell me what you want, Gracie," he said, and then his tongue slid between her folds and inside of her, thrusting but not filling, and she moaned. "Remember what I told you in the carriage on our way here? If you want me, you're going to beg me, so that there's no mistaking what you're asking for."
How was it possible that his arrogant words only fanned her inner flames even higher? Maybe it was the controlled passion she heard in his voice, the hungry plea that she do what he demanded and beg him. His tongue thrust inside of her again, making her body try to clench around him to draw him in further.
"Alex, please, I need you inside me," she begged, letting her pride go, letting her walls down. Any night before this and she wouldn't have been able to, but he'd already been planting creepers along those walls, cracking them open, slowly but surely weakening them. Tonight she'd found new cause for hope, in the portrait, in the letters. In his determination to protect her, to discipline her... to keep her. Doing the same things he saw his friends doing with their wives. She wanted that. She'd always wanted that. The leap of trust wasn't that big, she told that small voice at the back of her head, she was only trusting him with her body. Not her heart, not yet... but tonight, she wanted this. Needed it even. They could come together like this. An unspoken reward for what she hadn't found in his desk, and for the unexpected surprises that she had.
"More specific, Grace," Alex said, his tongue sliding around her clit as a finger pressed inside of her, pumping and stroking, but far too slender for her greedy passion. "Tell me to fuck you. Beg me."
The tip of his finger rubbed over a sweet spot inside of her and every inch of her quivered with need. She was lost in a maelstrom of emotions and passion, no longer thinking, no longer caring about the bigger picture. Alex's authority, his demands, they swept through her and carried her along with them.
"Fuck me, oh Alex please, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she chanted.
It took Alex less than thirty seconds to undo the front of his pants and line his cock up with his wife's swollen, soaked pussy. She was practically dripping cream, and had been from the moment he'd started spanking her. The heat of her body nuzzled against the crown of his dick, her slick wetness like a kiss on the tip. Then he thrust forward and both of them cried out.
Tight, hot... heaven. Sliding into Grace wasn't like any other woman. His emotions engulfed him for the first time in years, making him feel a sense of rightness, of completeness that had been missing from his life for so long. The silken grip of her body nearly unmanned him, and he held himself tightly against her, buried inside, fighting against the urge to empty himself immediately into her hot channel. The small muscles inside of her body massaged the length of his cock as the heat from her rosy bottom warmed his groin.
"Please, Alex, please... more... it feels so good..."
Those breathy, demanding words were new. A sudden flash of possessive jealousy had him wondering who had encouraged that. His own fault, he knew, for letting things go the way they had. The only positive note was that it helped him get his own impulses under control.
Wrapping his fingers around her hips, he pulled his own back, reluctantly ceding the warmth of her cunt, before shoving back in again, deep and hard. Grace groaned and tightened. He liked this position, where she couldn't move, trapped between him and the desk, totally at his mercy. The rosy hue of her bottom as it jiggled with each thrust was just as enticing and exciting as when he had her on her back so he could watch her breasts.
He started thrusting hard and deep, so that her pleading words were blurred into moans and whimpers, those same needy noises in her throat that he remembered. Holding her hips tightly, he slammed into her, working his cock in and out of her pussy in feverish action, fighting the urge to spill… wanting this moment to last forever.
Grace screamed his name when she came, her body shuddering around his, her pussy clinging to his cock so tightly that he almost feared he'd hurt her as he kept moving. The sobbing note in her voice told him how intense her orgasm was. He kept riding her, reveling in the way she trembled and gasped beneath him as the waves of pleasure continued, forced out of her by his thrusting cock.
"Too much... Alex, oh it's too much... I can't... oh please... not again... I can't..." Her broken words trailed off as she let out another gasping scream, and he realized that she was climaxing again. Even harder and more intense than before.
He couldn't hold back any longer. Bracing himself against her, he pummeled her pussy with a series of brutal thrusts that had her writhing and screaming his name again, before he held himself tightly inside of her. He groaned as her pussy milked his cock, sucking at it with her inner muscles, as he swelled and exploded inside of her. It felt like years of pent-up desire, flowing out of him and into her body, filling her and fulfilling him at the same time.
Feeling weak in the knees as his balls emptied, he leaned over Grace, feeling her hot bottom flush against his stomach, her smaller body limp beneath his. If it wasn't for her contented sighs, he would have worried that he'd hurt her, she was so still. Although, he could still feel her pussy occasionally spasm around his softening cock.
Kissing the back of her shoulder and neck, a contentment that he'd never known warmed him. Even back when they'd been on their honeymoon, he hadn't felt quite like this. Although, back then, he'd known she was important to him, that he had developed some very deep feelings for her, now that he'd been apart from her for so long, he had an even deeper appreciation for what she meant to him. There would be no letting her go this time.
"Sweetheart," he whispered, brushing back her hair to kiss her cheek.
Her eyes were closed and she was smiling. "Mmm?"
Not awake then. Alex sighed ruefully. He'd been hoping to talk more about why Grace had been in his study, find out what she'd been looking for - and why she'd begged him to fuck her when he'd been sure that she would keep resisting. He hadn't questioned the sudden turn around while his cock was practically bursting in his pants, now he wanted to know what had instigated it. But talking to Grace when she was like this was useless, unless she'd changed drastically in the years since their marriage, and he doubted she'd altered quite that much.
Right now she was in a pleasure induced hazy state of satisfied exhaustion. If he got more than meaningless noises out of her, he'd be shocked.
Making himself decent again, Alex gathered his wife tenderly up into his arms, resting her head against his shoulder. She sighed and snuggled in, making those happy little noises that he loved so well, her eyes still closed. Tomorrow he doubted she'd even remember these moments. But he would. This was how their marriage should be, always.
Taking her to their room, he stripped her limp body naked, letting her curl up under the covers while he attended to his own bedtime needs. The only time she roused even slightly was when he used a warm, damp cloth to clear away the evidence of their activities. She curled on her side, grimacing sleepily a bit whenever her bottom touched the mattress.
Blowing out the candles, Alex crawled in behind her, tucking her into the curve of his body and holding her possessively with his arm and leg. Tonight had been unexpected, and he didn't even try to hazard a guess what tomorrow would bring. Perhaps she would try to pull away again, perhaps she wouldn't.
All he knew was that he would never let her go again.
Chapter 10
"Put me down, you... you..." Cynthia clenched her jaw against the multi
tude of insults that sprang to the front of her mind. Inwardly, she cursed that she was already changing her behavior for the bloody man who had her slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, but she knew she was in enough trouble as it was. She didn't need to add insulting him to her punishable crimes.
The Earl utterly ignored her, and the passersby, as he strode through the streets. More than one man let out a drunken hoot and cheered him as he went past.
"Git 'er, laddy!"