“Harry, I don’t think I can…” Lucy cleared her throat. “Accommodate you.”
“What a lovely sentiment. Does a great deal for my ego. Now, open your hand.” He took her wrist, unfurling her fingers. “Touch me before I resort to begging you to do so.”
Lucy lightly brushed her palm over him, marveling at the velvety feel. The heat.
Harry let out a hiss, and she jerked her hand back. “Did I…?” Her voice was so papery thin, Lucy could barely hear herself. “Did I hurt you?”
“Words, Lucy. Loudly. And no, you did not. Don’t worry, my lovely girl.” A soft groan left him. “I’ll be careful.” He sucked in a breath as she once more trailed her fingers over him and his—length—jerked at her touch. “An infant’s head is much larger.”
“What?” Lucy blinked.
“The head of an infant.” His breathing became a bit uneven. “I had to help deliver Mary. That’s my youngest sister. The midwife was late, and my father, well, he was passed out in the garden. Right on top of the beets.” He leaned over her and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nipple. “Delicious.”
Lucy would consider that bit of information later. “Itth—abnormal.” She gently stroked along the velvet soft length, the heat of him stinging her palms. How did he hide this in his trousers every day?
“Passing out in the beets? Hardly.”
“No. I meant?—”
“I know what you meant.” A sound of satisfaction came from him as he covered her hand with his own, showing her what to do. “I’ve been called overly large. Well-endowed. The biggest prick I’ve ever seen, which quite frankly, might have also been a comment on my personality and not the size of my cock. Butneverabnormal.” Another soft moan came from him. “Keep doing that. Say ‘you have a large cock, Harry.’”
Lucy sat up, watching their hands move together. “Why?”
“I want to hear you utter a vulgarity from that ladylike mouth.” Harry was staring at her lips. “I can’t tell you how much it arouses me. Go on.” The words turned into a low purr. “Say it.”
Lucy felt her cheeks pink.Goodness.
“You have a—large cock—Harry.”
He made a noise, so male and blatantly sexual, her entire body arched towards him in response.
Her thumb accidentally brushed the very tip.
“Oh, God, yes. You’ve no idea how badly I want you. Years of lust, Lucy. Thoughts of you touching me. Putting your mouth on my cock.”
Lucy’s eyes widened. Would he want that?
“But not at the moment.” Harry’s hand trailed between her thighs, touching her as he had before, making that delicious ache return with every stroke. He pushed her gently back into the feather mattress, and her hand slipped away, trailing along his hip.
Mouth moving to her breasts, Harry sucked one nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth along the edges until Lucy whimpered. Her nails scratched along the side of his torso, hips pushing up against him. Harry settled between her thighs, positioning—he’s going to split me in half—at her entrance. Lucy stiffened, fearful of what would come next. But she would do anything for Harry Estwood. Even if walking was unlikely tomorrow.
He pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “I would never hurt you, Lucy. Not ever.”
Lucy clutched him closer. Widened her legs as moisture gathered behind her eyes. Despite his childhood, everything Father had done to him, no matter that this marriage had comeabout for the wrong reasons. Or his lingering suspicions. Lucy knew, in her heart, that the darkness lingering inside Harry would never be directed at her. She was safer with him than anyone else.
“I know, Harry.” Lucy ran a finger down his cheek.
“Now, there is no avoiding thatthiswill hurt. Possibly more than it should, given?—”
“That your cock is so large, Harry,” she whispered, watching as his eyes turned the color of pewter. “Enormous, in fact.”
A half-smile crossed his lips before he kissed her once more. “I knew you’d catch on.”
She tensed at the impending invasion, unable to help it. Lucy forced herself to stay still and calm as he inched inside, the veins in his neck straining as he struggled not to cause her pain.
The stretch was nearly unbearable. Painful but also…good. “Harry.” She cupped his cheek, undone by the intimacy of this moment. “You won’t hurt me,” she assured him.
“You’re mine, Lucy.” He nipped at her bottom lip.
