Reggie shuddered. “No thanks required other than marrying me. I’ll be glad when she leaves us in peace.”
Clara smiled and dug her fingers a little harder against his hot flesh.
“Clara, please,” Reggie moaned. “Take pity on me. You are wearing entirely too many clothes.”
She pulled her hands free and turned around. “I will need your assistance again.”
Reggie made short work of her gown’s fastenings. She caught the material before it fell to the floor and held it to her breast. Would her bloated body disgust him?
Clara turned and met Reggie’s gaze. Her heart did a little flip at the small smile he offered. He set his hands to his trousers and undid the buttons then pushed them to the floor. Clara’s mouth grew dry and the gown fell from her fingers. She cupped the smooth cock before her and trembled. She needed him inside her so badly. Moisture coated her thighs as her imagination took flight.
Reggie groaned loudly as she caressed his skin and he undid the ribbon of her chemise then pushed it down over her arms. Unfortunately, she had to stop touching him to remove it, but she caught him in her hand again and inspected him.
Thick blue veins bulged beneath the burning hot length. A perfect specimen she longed to taste. Clara licked her lips and dropped to her knees, ignoring Reggie’s protests. She pressed her mouth to his skin urgently then opened her mouth wide to take him in.
Above her, Reggie gasped and dug his fingers into her hair. But Clara wouldn’t be distracted by the sensation, not when he was so hard for her. She sucked and nibbled, taking her time, torturing him the best way she knew how.
Reggie sifted through her hair and removed the pins from it. A long lock fell forward and she stopped to push it back behind her shoulder.
Before she could kiss Reggie’s cock again, he drew her to her feet. “On the bed with you, love.”
Clara complied, but only because the bed assured her of more pleasure. She sat on the edge and Reggie wriggled between her thighs.
His cock brushed her belly, his fingertips caressed her skin. “I never dreamed you’d be so wonderful. I have waited to feel like this all my life.”
She looked up at him. He appeared awed by her presence on his bed. Clara smiled and wrapped her hands around his hips. “I dream of you. Every night I find pleasure thinking of your hands on me, your cock sliding deep
inside me. But I never imagined you for such a romantic.”
He smiled then and kissed her and bore her to the bed. Clara looped her arms about his broad shoulders, loving the way he kissed her like a starving man. She hooked her legs about his hips and opened her body to him.
Reggie shifted and the tip of his cock pressed against her quim. She shook, body desperate suddenly to feel him slide deep. Clara tightened her legs and he slowly possessed her. She writhed on the hot length. Craved friction. Reggie lifted his upper body from her and held himself apart from her with one hand.
But the other skimmed her skin, her belly, and then touched her curls. Clara arched toward his fingers and moaned. “Please, Reggie. I need you.”
Their eyes met. Held. And then he thumbed her nub softly. Clara panted as her body throbbed from just that small touch. He moved his hips, settling deeper with every thrust. Clara’s body burned and a whimper of frustration escaped her lips.
Reggie plunged in, pulled out. Hard. Fast. Deep. Clara clawed at his arms as her body arched and clenched around his stiff wonderful cock. She climaxed and shook. A scream escaped her lips. Reggie continued to thrust, but he slowed his pace. He clutched her hips and held them still as he worked his thick length in and out until her body quivered again. She didn’t come down from her peak. Another climax struck her and this time Reggie cried out too. He shuddered above her, hips driving his cock deep inside until her tremors stopped.
Clara blew her hair from her eyes and cradled Reggie’s face between her hands.
He gasped for breath, and then laughed. “Well worth the wait, my love.”
“Perfection.”
He smiled and withdrew from her, nudging her toward the pillows. “My turn to tuck you in and this time I’m going to join you.”
“Hmm,” Clara laughed. “Are you going to join with me again too?”
Reggie shook his head and curled hard against her back. “We have the rest of our lives for these pleasures. I’d not like to overtire you, but if you insist.”
Reggie lifted her upper leg and smoothly entered her body again. Pleasure rippled along every nerve and Clara shuddered as he thrust into her.
His lips nuzzled her neck. “Can you find pleasure again today so soon?”
Reggie swept his hands over her skin and Clara pulsed. She clenched her body around the hard invasion inside her and rotated her hips to gain more pleasure.
He swore softly against Clara’s throat as his thrusts grew erratic. He pinched her nipple, and then juggled them till he had both his arms wrapped around her body. Clara lay somewhat awkwardly on top of him, yet she had his cock inside her, thrusting with surer strokes, one hand molding her breast, the other clamped over her quim.