Which meant they would do it more than once. At the thought of it, the feeling was taking her again, making her wonder why people did anything but this. ‘Do it,’ she said. ‘Quickly.’
‘Soon,’ he answered, pushing her legs apart with his knees and spreading her wide with his fingers. The last few thrusts with his hand were rough, possessive. Then he seized her hands and pulled them away from him. ‘Touch yourself,’ he ordered, and she had never been so eager to obey.
She clutched her own breasts, squeezing them between her fingers, as he grabbed her hips and entered her with one quick thrust.
It hurt.
She pinched herself as a distraction, surprised to find that she liked the pain. He thrust again. And again. And then, suddenly, he arched his back and seemed to pour himself into her before sagging back, limp.
‘That was all?’ she said, surprised.
‘Because you touched me,’ he said, sounding smug. Then he rolled them so that he was lying under her. ‘Did you finish?’
‘Finish what?’ she asked, breathless.
He made a noise somewhere between a sigh and a laugh. ‘If you have to ask, then the answer is no. Sit up. I want to see your face when it happens.’ His hands were on her shoulders, pushing her up so she could sit, straddling his body.
She looked down at him, confused by the demand, until he took one of her hands and pressed it to the place where they were still joined, tracing a spot with his own fingers before dragging her knuckles over it.
Oh.
He was right. There was something left unfinished inside her, like a bubble ready to burst.
‘You will be even more beautiful when you come,’ he whispered, moving her own hand against her. ‘And if I am inside you, I can feel the muscles of your body hugging mine.’
‘Oh.’ She’d said it aloud this time, unable to stop the sound.
‘When we make love, I want to know that you have been pleased to the point of exhaustion. It is your right to demand this from me.’
‘Oh,’ she said again, but this time it sounded like a moan. And she did not want to demand, so much as she wanted to beg for him to continue what he was doing.
‘Make me touch you,’ he said, stroking the still-tender place where his body disappeared into hers. ‘Or touch yourself and let me watch. The sight of your climax will make me hard.’
‘Ah.’ It was as it had been before, but even better. She could not control the shaking of her body, or the sounds coming from her mouth. This was what she had been missing, what she had wanted, all along. And as he had promised, she could feel him again, swelling to fill her.
Slowly, the ecstasy subsided to pleasure, like a banked fire that could spring to life at any moment. In the corner of her eye, a shaft of moonlight revealed the house and its rows of darkened windows where anyone might have been watching. ‘What have we done?’ she said, in a whisper and tried to pull away.
‘What we should have done from the first night,’ he said with a satisfied smile, holding her tight. ‘If I had known it was going to be like this, I’d have let you seduce me ages ago.’
‘I seduced you?’ Since she’d had no idea what she was doing, it seemed unlikely.
‘With every word, every gesture, every look, from the first moment we met,’ he said.
‘We should probably not have done it in the garden, though,’ she said glancing back at the house again.
He laughed softly under her. ‘It is too late to agree with me now.’
‘We had best go inside,’ she said. But if she was honest, she did not want to. The slight movements of his body under hers hinted at things yet to explore.
‘When I have finished with you, Wife,’ he said. He had called her wife with a possessive pleasure that sent another thrill through her body. This was followed by a buck of his hips, as if he was urging her to movement.
‘What if someone sees?’ she said, tightening on him and feeling the beginning of another tremor.
He grabbed her by the waist and rolled until she was stretched out beneath him, receiving another thrust of his hips.
‘Then let them look.’
And then, nothing mattered for quite some time.
