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A Proper Lord's Wife (Properly Spanked Legacy 2)

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Well, if she was still wary, she was not primed enough. He put a hand over her breast, letting her accustom to the warmth and weight of his palm before he brushed fingertips over her nipple. Her gaze went wide, and her hips twitched up against him.

“How beautiful you are,” he said, moved by her trust, her courage. She didn’t shy away from his caress the way he’d imagined a virgin might, but rather moved into it. “How are you feeling, Jane?”

“I… I don’t know.” She thought a moment, or tried to as he continued teasing her nipple. “I can feel your touch in so many places, all warm and tingling.”

“That’s an excellent sign.”

He lay her back on the bed and fondled her other breast, dropping kisses along her shoulder and neck. Her shuddering breaths urged him on. He paused to stroke her clenched fist where she gripped the bed, and pry open her fingers.

“You can touch me too, sweeting. Our bodies belong to each other now.”

Our bodies belong to each other now. That was a line he’d planned to use when he bedded Ophelia, but both of them were in his mind now, one a lost dream, and the other a very real woman reaching to touch his chest. Her fingers played over his own nipples as if to gauge his reciprocal reaction. A scientist at heart, this bride of his. His cock bucked against her as she traced the contours of his shoulders.

“I think you’re so very handsome,” she said softly. “Like nothing I ever imagined. All of this is…so…”

He didn’t know a great deal about his wife yet, but he knew she chattered when she felt anxious. He took her speechlessness to mean she was not anxious. In fact, she seemed dreamily engaged, her wide amber-gold eyes taking him in as if she could not look enough.

He wished to look too. He drew up her nightgown’s hem and helped push it over her head, then kissed her shyness away until her hips and legs moved as restlessly as before. Her combination of innocence and building energy was an intoxicating brew. Ophelia barely entered his thoughts now as he leaned to kiss one pebbled nipple and then the other. Jane gasped and clutched at his hair as he used his tongue to draw the pink tips to pointed peaks.

“Oh, that feels incredible.” Her voice shook. “But I must make you feel good also, yes? I don’t know what to do. What should I be doing?”

“Nothing, love. You’re exciting me in your own way.” He traced down the curve of her belly to her damp cleft, then stroked gently, caressing her gathering wetness. She gave a surprised moan as he found her hidden, sensitive pearl and swirled around it. “How does that feel?”

“Oh my. Edward. I can hardly say.”

She might plead a loss of words, but her body responded in sinuous detail. She squirmed beneath his touch, seeming to ask for more at the same time she balled up her hands and pushed him away. He persisted, slipping a finger inside her tight sheath. She never stopped moving, never stopped squeezing upon the intrusion, and his excitement built alongside her own.

“I want to come inside you now, as a husband should.” In truth, he wouldn’t last much longer. Her unfettered reaction to his love play had him hard as granite, randy as a bull. “Are you ready for me, darling? You feel ready.”

She blinked up at him, breathless. “Do I… Do I turn over now?”

He fought with himself. Was it appropriate to take his wife’s virginity with her on all fours? She clearly still believed this was the “right” way. Was it really the wrong way? He adored taking a woman from behind.

“Yes, darling, turn over now. Let me help you.”

He put her on her knees, his cock going even more rigid as she positioned herself. The sight of her previously spanked bottom, the very faint bruises, nearly broke his control. He grasped her hips and caressed her curving back, and told himself this was not so lurid. She was interested in natural things, after all. He slipped a hand beneath her to massage, with deft expertise, the hidden apex of her sex. Her hips jerked lustily in response. She was so sensitive! How was he to bear it?

He positioned himself at her entrance and gritted his teeth as he pressed in ever so slightly. He could not thrust himself home, right to the hilt. He was too large and she was too inexperienced. He would go slow, like a proper bridegroom.

Oh, God, she was so tight and slick.

*

Jane trembled on her knees, her arms weak with the pleasure his fingers wrought upon her. This was not how she’d expected lovemaking to go. She’d thought it would be fast, rough, and businesslike, but her husband had been right: people and animals mated differently.


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