She was sure of it.
“You are in me,” she said with wonder, rather amazed the act could be accomplished this way.
She had never supposed it could.
“Yes.” He tugged her lips to his, kissing her fiercely, passionately, before breaking away. “Now ride me, my love. Take your pleasure from me.”
With his help, she did, rising on her knees until he almost slid from her wetness before sinking down on him. Again and again, until the rhythm and the sheer pleasure carried her away. She was no longer a separate being. Instead, they were one, joined together in body, heart, and soul.
He suckled her breasts as she rode him, aware of everything—the carriage moving over the road, the flick of his tongue over her nipples, the stroke of his cock deep, so deep. The bliss was there, within her reach. His thumb stroked over her clitoris.
“Yes, love,” he crooned. “Come on my cock. Make me spend inside you.”
She rocked on him, allowing him to help her find an even more pleasurable angle and pace. His sinful words and mouth proved too much. She came apart on a violent burst that stole her breath from her lungs and had her tipping back her head in a silent cry of sheer ecstasy. Holding her tight, he pushed inside her, until he too was spending, his seed filling her with warmth.
For a moment, she could do nothing but slump against him in a sated delirium, heart threatening to race from her breast, her ears ringing from the force of her release. Gradually, lucidity returned in the form of his palm stroking up and down her spine, his whispered words of love in her ear, his lips on her cheek.
Neither of them spoke for a time, the only sounds in the carriage the jangling of tack, the plodding of hooves, and the other street sounds beyond. At last, Pen moved, lifting her head from Garrick’s shoulder to take in the sight of the man she loved.
Her husband.
“Surely that was only one tour of Mayfair,” she said, feeling impish.
Garrick threw back his head and laughed, the sound making joy swell within her. “And that is one of many reasons why I made you mine, Lady Lordly.”
Pen covered Lord Lordly’s smiling lips with hers.
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