Mistress by Agreement

A TV the size of a small cinema—to Rosalie’s fascinated eyes—took up one corner, the door to the en suite open and showing a wonderful bathroom following the same colour scheme as the bedroom.

‘So this is why Beth and George moved into rented accommodation and packed all their furniture off to New Zealand weeks ago?’ Rosalie turned round to Kingsley, who was watching her with laughing eyes. ‘Oh, darling, what can I say? How can I find words to tell you how much I love you?’

‘You don’t have to.’ He reached out for her, his hands moving over the perfect loveliness of her as he whispered huskily, ‘You’ve the rest of your life to show me, my darling.’

Her gaze moved to his mouth and she wondered how she could ever have thought it was ruthless. It caressed hers and she closed her eyes, her slight silver frame fitting into the hard, lean darkness of the man she loved with all her heart.

He kissed her heavy eyelids, one after the other, and then her ears, her throat, before returning to her mouth. He undressed her slowly, pouring kisses on every part of her flesh until she was quivering with a need that made her tremble as she undressed him.

He was already hugely aroused, and his impressive maleness caused an involuntary arch of anticipation as he drew her towards the epicurean bed. This was her husband, her love, and in spite of all that had happened in her past she felt as eager and awestruck as a virgin.

He admired and loved her with his eyes, his hands and his mouth, his boldness calling forth an uninhibitedness she wouldn’t have thought herself capable of. His tongue, his hands were magic, and as he continued to pleasure her he did things no one else had ever done and she knew she had been waiting for him all her life without knowing it. He was part of her, wound into her bones, her blood and her heart.

Pleasure coursed through her, focused on the places he touched with such loving precision. He seemed to read her mind, to know what she wanted next, what gave her the most pleasure at just the right moment, and she was conscious of thinking she just hadn’t known it could be like this. This was joy and bliss and erotic fulfilment beyond her wildest imaginings…

‘I love you, my darling. We’re going to go on and on and it’s going to get better and better. Do you believe that?’

She couldn’t believe anything could be better than what she was experiencing right now. She reached her arms to him, drawing him up and over her as she said, ‘Please, please…’

He waited no longer, possessing her so completely that their oneness was the only living thing in the universe, every cell and fragment of her body filled with passion and pleasure and him.

This was her life, her future. This was her love.