“I was blind that day. A foolish man,” Lionel muttered.
He made to move to the side once more but she held on fiercely.
“I like feeling you there,” she whispered with passion, “inside me. I would lay like this all night if I could.”
To Lionel’s amazement, his body was responding, though he had doubted it would for hours. Not until sleep had restored strength to him. But the proximity of her alluring body and her demanding eyes, her touch and the feel of her moist smoothness holding his manhood was stoking a fire deep within him. She felt it and smiled in such a devilish way that Lionel’s ardor roared to the forth. His body tightened and stiffened and her smilebecame a gasp just as her eyes closed, only the whites showing, as though she had been driven into a trance.
Their lovemaking was drawn out and languid this time. The towering strength of their earlier passion had been replaced by an intense heat that smoldered rather than burned. Lionel withdrew from Cecilia, her whimpering moan echoing through the room at the emptiness, before pressing himself back against her slick, heated core. His hands gripped her hips firmly, guiding her movements as she rocked against him, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The friction between them built slowly, each stroke desperate and deliberate.
They came together and then drew apart, taking the time now to explore each other’s bodies. Lionel’s deep moans caught in his throat as his callused hands roved Cecilia’s delicate frame, tracing the soft curves of her waist and the swell of her hips. Her skin was warm and inviting beneath his fingertips. He leaned down to kiss her neck, his lips trailing down to her breasts, taking one taut nipple into his mouth and sucking until a gasp escaped her lips. The fire burned low in the grate as their passion once more built to a fever pitch.
Cecilia's soft moans filled the room as Lionel’s hands traveled up her legs, gripping her hips more firmly. “Please, I need you inside me,” she whimpered, desperation lacing her voice. “Fill me completely.”
He guided himself back inside her, her lungs escaping for air as he filled her. Her thighs pressed against his sides with each thrust. “You are a deity,” he groaned with pleasure.
“Deeper,” she demanded, her voice trembling with need. “I want all of you.”
Lionel began to thrust, steadily at first, then faster, harder, driven by the intense depravity of her words. His hand moved between their bodies, fingers finding her sensitive pearl, rubbing her womanhood in rhythm with his thrusts. She arched her back, her breasts brushing against his chest, her nipples hard against his skin. Her hips buckled at the pleasure, her cries of ecstasy growing louder. His mouth found hers, their tongues tangling together in a heated kiss.
“Yes, right there,” she panted against his lips. “Don’t stop.”
They gasped for air as he thrust up into her, matching her rhythm, each movement sending waves of pleasure through their bodies. “I… I need to feel your release,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. In one smooth motion, he wrapped a strong arm around her and rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him.
She straddled him this time, her hips working back and forth in a steady, insistent rhythm. She pressed down on his muscular torso, lifting herself only to push back down onto his length. “You’re so deep,” she cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He drove deep into her, each thrust more urgent than the last, their bodies slapping together. His fingers returned to her womanhood, rubbing her as he thrust, eliciting louder cries from her.
“Please. Make me yours… Only yours,” she pleaded, her eyes locking with his, a mix of passion and need urging him on. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them entwined in their shared desire.
Their bodies moved together in a desperate rhythm, sweat glistening on their skin. Lionel's grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more frantic. Her head fell back as she rode him harder, faster. The pressure built between them, a tight coil ready to snap. She felt the heat rising, her body trembling on the edge. “I… I feel something,” she gasped, her nails dragging down his chest.
“With me,” he urged, his voice a low growl.
With a final, deep thrust, Lionel pushed her over the brink. Cecilia cried out, her body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crashed over her. He followed moments later, his own release shuddering through him, filling her with his warmth.
After their explosive climax, Cecilia collapsed atop him, their bodies still connected. Lionel's arms encircled her, holding her close as they both caught their breath. Before he had gently rolled her to her side and pulled the bedclothes about her, she was asleep. He pressed a delicate kiss to her forehead before placing his body beside her, one arm about her, his body molded to the lines of hers. Then oblivion swept over him.
Lionel awoke to the scent of coffee and toast. His eyes flickered open. Cecilia sat in a window seat across the room. She was utterly, gloriously naked with both legs drawn up and arms wrapped about her knees. Sunlight streamed around her, giving her an aura that made her seem every inch the goddess. A tray sat on the bedside table bearing a pot of coffee and a plate of toast.
“You didn’t allow the servants to bring this in, did you?” Lionel suddenly asked, aghast at the thought of any of the staff seeing the two of them naked beneath the bedclothes.
“I had Peggy fetch it to the outer room and brought it in myself,” Cecilia smiled, “I was famished.”
Lionel’s stomach growled in agreement and he sat up, taking a piece of toast and pouring himself a cup of black, steaming coffee. The aroma filled the room, earthy with a hint of bitterness.
“An excellent notion,” he chuckled.
“I do not think that any of the servants would be scandalized though,” Cecilia shrugged, “we are married, after all.”
“Yes, we are,” Lionel agreed, “I do not know why I was momentarily so horrified. Perhaps I simply cannot fathom the thought of sharing the deity I get to wake up to each day.”
Cecilia grinned adorably. “Do you think they are aware of how we came to be married?”
“Blackwood certainly is. The others will probably have worked out there was something amiss. It is not in my character to submit to a whirlwind romance. I am sure they have talked among themselves about what made me make the decision.”
“Well, I will be happy to set them straight. I will make sure that Peggy knows that you have my heart in your keeping.”
“And you have mine,” Lionel replied, getting out of bed, and walking across the room to Cecilia.
The window was high enough amid the forest of rooftops that none from outside would be able to see the nudity of the Duke and Duchess, but it still felt reckless to be naked in full view of the morning sky. He bent to kiss Cecilia, plucking a piece of toast from her mouth to do it, then popping it back between her teeth when he was done. She giggled, munching on the bread. He lifted her feet and sat in the window seat, laying them back down across his thighs, running his hand up her legs and over her knees.
