She didn’t lie. “I am.”
He slid a knuckle over her cheek. “Anything in particular you’d like to do once we get there?”
“Bed games?” she asked.
He gave her his pirate grin.
After the reception, Julianna and Henri would be leaving for a ten-day trip to Cuba to visit relatives, so Drake and Val could have the house to themselves. Because Val’s school had just begun, there’d be no honeymoon for the newlyweds but they planned to enjoy their time together as man and wife.
They shared hugs and goodbyes with their family members then climbed the stairs to Drake’s suite of rooms. He wished he had a house to take his bride home to but knowing he would eventually left him content.
Upstairs, the quiet inside his room was a balm to the noise and commotion they’d dealt with all day and Val slumped tiredly into one of the chairs. Reba had left them a small buffet of food both savory and sweet, proving herself the blessing the House of LeVeq considered her to be. Drake removed his suit coat and tie and rolled up his sleeves. He walked to the terrace doors, opened them wide, and let in the cooling air of the evening. That done he settled himself on the arm of Val’s chair, leaned down, and kissed her softly. “Thanks for agreeing to be my wife.”
“Thank you for agreeing to be my husband.”
That kiss led to another and another, and with each one that followed, passion burned bright. Soon, her dress was gone and gently set aside, and she was standing in the center of the room wearing only one of her new shifts, stockings, jewel-encrusted garters, and fancy heeled shoes. Drake asked in a voice tinged with confusion, “Where are your drawers?”
“In the armoire,” she replied, showing him a sultry smile.
“You been walking around all day bare beneath your gown?”
“Pirate wives are allowed to do that.”
“Get on the bed, Mrs. Pirate, so I can teach you a lesson about withholding secrets...”
She made an equally sultry stroll over to the bed, that hardened him instantly while he removed his shirt before joining her there.
And he taught her well, especially once she was slowly stripped nude. Dazzled by her beauty under the light of the lone lamp beside the bed, he took in the small high breasts with their gem-hard mahogany tips, the beckoning curve of her shoulders, the tempting flat plane of her torso, and the sweep of her lovely legs he could barely wait to feel wrapped around him for the first time. However, he had to make certain she was ready. He was a big man, she was a small chocolate drop of a woman. He needed to go about this final lesson with care because he didn’t want her carnal introduction to be filled with pain.
So he began again, worshipping her tenderly. He loved the way her nipples responded to the flirting wickedness of his mouth and tongue, the way she crooned as he turned his attention to the scented skin below, and how seductively she arched when his fingers plied the responsive little bud at the apex of her thighs. Unable to resist, he lazily flicked his tongue against it, then gently sucked it in. Her cries of pleasure filled him like an expensive French aphrodisiac and he knew if he didn’t have her soon, he’d explode. So, he left his harshly breathing, slowly twisting wife to rid himself of his trousers, short drawers, and socks.
Val never knew a nude man could be so beautiful, the ebony sculpted shoulders and arms, the muscled chest dusted with furred hair. She took in the button-flat nipples, his trim waist. Her eyes lowered, then fled to the more calming opened terrace doors. She moved them back but settled them high on the wry smile curving his lips.
“Men and women are just constructed differently,cheri.”
He climbed back onto the bed and settled himself above her and looked down into her uncertain eyes. “We’ll go slowly. Promise.”
She gave him a quick tight nod, all the while wondering how in the world he’d fit, but she was soon distracted as he began making love to her and she had her first opportunity to relish how wonderfully warm his nude and powerful arms and chest felt under her exploring hands.
He entered her then, slowly, carefully, stopping along the way to let her body stretch and adjust. He coaxed and teased, kept her nipples hard with kisses and tugs, all the while advancing forward. “You can take all of me,” he reassured her, gently. “There’s no rush.”
When he finally pushed past the barrier, the discomfort became acute, but he stilled as if to let her accustom herself to his size and girth. Only then did the lazy stroking begin. The pain soon dissipated and the bright pleasure that had flowed so lavishly before returned, but not from his hands and lips, but from the radiant bliss between her thighs. Catching fire from his rhythm her hips rose to greet him. Holding his considerable weight above her, he invited her to join him in love’s version of call and response. The pace increased, she wrapped her legs around his body and heard his pleased growl.
Drake didn’t know how much longer he could wait. She was so hot, so tight. He fought to remember her small stature, that this was her first time, but she was matching him stroke for stroke and his orgasm was rising. A few strokes later, she came, calling his name. He broke in her wake, giving her his heart and soul until he was spent. Not wanting to crush her, he gently turned her over and held her atop him until he could breathe and see normally again.
He ran a loving hand down the perspiration dewing her spine. “How was that?” he asked.
She raised up and smiled. “Can we do it again?”
He laughed, squeezed her hip lovingly, and said, “You really are a pirate’s wife.”
So, they made love a few more times and her body grew better at welcoming and sheltering him. When they were finally done, he carried her into the bathing room so they could wash and soak. The soiled sheets were stripped from the bed and replaced by fresh clean ones. Sated finally, they slept for the first time as man and wife.
After last night’s loving, Val was a bit sore but not enough to miss settling into the gazebo for a nice leisurely Sunday morning breakfast with Drake. While his plate held enough to feed everyone at her school, hers showed the small stack of flapjacks Reba had prepared. They were partially through the meal when she reappeared. Behind her was Val’s father, and Val was so caught by surprise, she dropped her fork. Not surprising however was the anger clouding his face. “Hello, Father.”
He took in Drake and asked sharply, “Who’s this?”
“My husband, Drake LeVeq. Drake, my father, Harrison Lacy.”