She held her arms out. “I’m yours, Matthew. You may do as you wish.”
Although she’d repeated his phrase, the thought that she belonged to him awakened a primitive need to claim, to protect. He placed both hands on her shoulders, let his fingers glide down her arms, drift across to graze over her breasts. The rosy peaks hardened instantly. He bent his head, unable to resist the urge to flick the tip with his tongue.
She sucked in a breath, threaded her fingers through his hair as he lavished both breasts with equal attention.
“I want to taste every inch of you, Priscilla.” With his swift movements conveying his urgency, he scooped her up into his arms and laid her down on the edge of the bed. “And I do have a debt to repay.”
When he knelt on the floor and draped her legs over his shoulders, she clutched the coverlet. “What are you doing?” The nervous hitch in her tone was evident.
“Fulfilling a fantasy and returning the favour.” Raining chaste kisses along her inner thigh, he worked up to the sweet spot already swollen and crying out for relief.
One long light lick dragged a moan from her lips.
Good. At least she’d not jumped off the bed in disgust. Indeed, when he increased the pressure and speed, her breathless pants confirmed he was doing something right. The side-to-side motion proved to be a favourite though she was taking longer to reach her peak than he’d expected.
There was no rush, he told himself, although he was about ready to burst. The best lovers were the selfless ones. And he would rather an honest reaction than one feigned purely to serve his ego.
“Oh, God.” The two promising words left her lips as she bucked against his tongue. She was close. “Please, Matthew, I need you. I need you now.”
Patience was a virtue neither of them possessed.
“Please, I beg you.”
In his dreams, she begged to be fucked. Only this was nothing like he imagined. There was nothing base, nothing crude or vulgar about his need to bury himself inside her. It meant so much more than that. The pleasurable sensation as he surrendered to the will of their bodies and thrust into her core hit him somewhere deep in his chest.
She was so warm, so wet, so utterly divine.
He filled her full, withdrew slowly — repeated the exquisite motion again and again. The moist sound fuelled his desire.
An overwhelming sense of euphoria enveloped him, growing in intensity as the muscles in her core hugged him tighter with each delicious slide. The foreign feeling disturbed his rhythm, to the point he scarcely knew what was happening.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped, gripping him with cushioned thighs. She dug her fingers into his buttocks and forced him to move faster. Harder. Deeper.
Understanding her demand, he angled his hips to stimulate her better. Thank the lord his efforts had the desired effect. A few rapid movements left her panting and writhing beneath him, clawing at his back, begging for more.
Bloody hell!
He’d be lucky to last another minute. They continued to rock in exquisite harmony until she cried out.
“Matthew!” His name had never sounded so good. “Oh, God.”
The need to join her in ecstasy drove him harder. The final stroke dragged a guttural groan from his throat. Before logical thought invaded the heavenly moment, his seed burst from him, pumping into his wife’s willing body. Still, he continued to move inside her.
There was no going back now.
When he was done and spent, the realisation of what this meant forced him to roll onto his back and sigh.
Lord, never in his life had he felt so satisfied, so fulfilled. Such a level of peace banished his fears of fathering a child, of their future, Still, struggling to catch her breath, Priscilla lay at his side. Without thought, he placed a hand on her stomach. For some reason unbeknown, the image of her swollen with his child was not as terrifying as he imagined.
“Well, that was certainly worth the wait.” Priscilla curled up against him, buried her face against his throat, draped her leg over his.
Matthew chuckled. Trust his wife to offer an honest appraisal. “While I have to agree, don’t think we’re to wait another week before trying it again. Give me ten minutes, and I’ll be ready to continue.”
“Ten minutes?” she purred. “Why so long?”
“Who would have thought an innocent would have the appetite of a seasoned seducer.”
She looked up at him. “It has nothing to do with the act and everything to do with being close to you.” She came up to rest on her elbow, her other hand tracing a line over the hair on his chest. “I agreed to be honest with you—”