“Yes.” She circled her arms around his neck, bringing him down to her.
Their lips fused and he surged inside her, swallowing her cry with his kiss. He stilled, surrounded by the unbelievably tight constriction of her cunny. It was good. So good. He was drunk with the feeling of being sheathed inside Elysande at last, but he did not want to hurt her. He needed to move, needed to seat himself more fully, but he also had to take exquisite care. This woman was more precious to him than anything.
He raised his head. “How do you feel?”
She shifted restlessly beneath him. “I feel stretched and full, so wondrously full.”
“Pain?” he asked, even as everything in him roared to carry on. To slide the rest of the way inside her.
“A small pinch. It is different, but in a good way, I think.”
He could see her agile mind working. She was so practical, and of course she would apply her logic even to the bedchamber. But he wanted to free her from her thoughts. To make her mindless and breathless.
“You think?” Hudson kissed the corner of her lips. “I shall have to do my utmost to persuade you then.”
Reaching between their bodies, he found her pearl, which was engorged and slick after his earlier efforts. And so wonderfully receptive. He toyed with it, applying steadier pressure.
“You are proving marvelously convincing,” she murmured.
He smiled, charmed by her easy acceptance of her sensual nature. Hudson could not recall ever making such an effort to protract his lovemaking. He had always been careful to tend to the needs of his lovers in the past, but being with Elysande was different in every way. He wanted this to last forever. To spend an eternity in her arms.
He kissed the other corner of her lips and allowed himself another shallow thrust. He was deeper inside her molten heat, her body tightening on him with so much force, she nearly squeezed him out. Clenching his jaw, he stayed where he was, concentrating on strumming her clitoris, wooing her in every way he could until she was shifting restlessly beneath him once more, her hips seeking.
“What about now, love?” he asked before brushing a tender kiss over her parted lips, absorbing her shallow breaths.
When he lifted his head, she cradled his face in her palms, her gaze glazed with passion. “More, Hudson.”
Two simple words, enough to make him lose control over his body. His hips pumped, and then he was seated inside her, the fluttering clench of her cunny on him so deliriously good, he feared his head might explode. He remained as he was for a heartbeat, basking in the intensity of the sensation.
She was everything he had imagined she would be, only more. So much more. Being inside Elysande like this felt like a homecoming. The sudden, mad thought that he had always been meant to be with her thus hit him and stubbornly refused to be shaken. But then she rocked against him, impatiently urging him to continue, and all coherent thought fled once more.
He kissed her again, allowing himself to move. Slowly at first, withdrawing until he almost slipped free of her sheath, and then gliding back in until he was exactly where he belonged, clutched so deeply inside her that they were one in the most elemental way that existed.
It was so good.
Shewas so good.
Perfect and right and wet and hot, clamping on him until he drew nearer to the ledge. He broke the kiss to rear up and watch as he fucked her, not wanting to miss a second of this coupling, needing to commit every moment to his memory. His cock was thick and wet with her dew, sliding in and out of her with slow, rhythmic thrusts.
Belatedly, he recalled that she had not spent a second time, and he needed to rectify that. He slipped his fingers into the thatch of chestnut curls, finding her pearl with unerring efficiency. He played over her with pressure and speed, taking note of when she tightened on him more, her body jerking into his. Yes, she liked that. She liked hard and fast.
“Spend for me, Ellie,” he urged her, the words guttural, part command and part plea. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
She seized on him, her head rolling back on the pillow as she cried out her release. He continued strumming her clitoris as the waves of her crisis crashed over them both. There was nothing more beautiful than Elysande coming undone while he filled her with his cock.
“Oh, Hudson, I—oh!”
Another long, low moan.
Yes, hell yes.
He was close now as well. He braced himself and thrust into her harder, taking less care now that her body had adjusted to his. In and out. In and out. Beast rather than man. Fucking her mindlessly. More wetness coated his cock, and that was all he needed. He sank deep inside her one last time, and then he withdrew, holding his cock in his fist as he came. His release jetted all over her breasts.
He collapsed to the bed at her side, heart thundering in his chest, the only coherent thought in his mind that there was no more beautiful sight than his wife, sated and happy in her bed with his seed marking her creamy skin.
Chapter 12
Elysande woke to light streaming in around the edges of her curtains and a man in her bed.
