He was suddenly determined to win this particular battle between them. To force her to admit how desperately she wanted him. To make her concede that she longed for him every bit as much as he did for her.
Her breasts were rising and falling with her increasingly ragged breaths. She was like a sinful goddess sprawled on his lap, her bodice parted to reveal all that decadent skin. His hand dipped beneath her skirts once more, finding her wetter than before.
“Zachary,” he urged, lowering his head and giving one nipple a gentle suck. “Say my name. Tell me you want me.”
Slowly, he teased her, stroking over her plump pearl without adding the pressure he knew she required. He had not fucked in a carriage before, which was deuced surprising, considering he had done the deed almost everywhere else. But he was willing to make this his first. To take her here and now and to give them both what they needed.
“Do you know what I love about your cunny?” he drawled when still she stubbornly denied him. “I love the way it tastes. I love how wet it gets for me. I love licking you until you come on my tongue. But most of all, I love being buried deep inside you where I belong.”
She whimpered, the sound redolent with need.
Good. He was getting somewhere. And about time, because if he bloody well kept this up, all he would require was the carriage to rumble over a hole in the road, and he would come himself.
“I belong inside you. Here.” He traced her slit, his forefinger parting her folds to press against her. “Give us both what we want,cariad. Say my name.”
A strangled cry emerged from her as she worked her hips, thrusting against him in an effort to draw his finger deeper. But he denied her, retreating to toy with her pearl once more.
“Zachary,” she exclaimed. “There, are you satisfied now?”
“Not yet.” He sank his finger deep, reveling in the way she instantly clenched on him, the muscles tightening in a clamp he could not wait to feel around his cock. “I could be more satisfied. But this shall have to do for now, won’t it?” He stroked her clitoris with his thumb and added a second finger.
Obligingly, he suckled her breasts and began a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of her until she was moving with him, her hips meeting him halfway. When he sensed she was on the verge of spending, he withdrew, his own need eclipsing all else. He shifted her on his lap and then, with a shaking hand, he unbuttoned the fall of his trousers. His cock sprang free, rigid and rude and randy, his mettle already seeping from the tip.
She surprised him by taking him in her hand, her fingers closing around his length at the base and giving him a tentative squeeze. The breath hissed from his lungs as he fought to keep from thrusting into her hand and coming all over her elegant gloves.
“Ride me, love,” he instructed her. “I need inside you now.”
“Yes,” she said, her acquiescence nearly making him spill. “Show me how.”
He guided her so that she faced him, her legs bracketing his hips. The heavy fall of her skirts presented something of a problem, but he was nothing if not resourceful. In a moment, he had them draped over her elbows and was guiding her into position, the delicious warmth of her cunny bearing down on his aching cock.
Clutching his shoulders, she sank atop him, still favoring her arm. He guided himself to her entrance.Ah, fucking hell, yes.They moved as one, and he was inside her at last, reveling in the slick heat of her. It was good. So good. Better, even, than the first time they had been together. Because now her body was accustomed to his, and welcomed him with ease.
She rocked against him and made a sound of pure desire.
He was delirious with need.
“Yes,cariad. Like that,” he praised. “Take me. Take what you want. Take your pleasure.”
She did not need further prodding. Izzy began a rhythm that was hesitant at first, and then faster. Harder. She worked his cock in and out of her cunny, riding him so wonderfully that he had to close his eyes for a moment and count backward from one hundred so that he would not simply come here and now, before she had reached her pinnacle.
Her breasts were bouncing in his face as she eagerly took him, and what was there to do but feast on her nipples? He sucked and licked and bit every spare hint of skin he could find. And then he slid his hand to where their bodies joined, finding her pearl. This time, he gave her what he already knew she liked. Firmly and quickly, he rubbed the engorged bud until she emitted a sharp cry of delight, hips tipping forward, seeking more.
It was all she needed, after their protracted lovemaking, to lose herself.
“Zachary,” she said again, breathless, and then her cunny clamped on him as her release shuddered through her. She writhed atop him, instinctively shifting her position, so that he was as deep as he could be.
Home.
This was what home felt like. Izzy. His love. His wife. Her. Justher, surrounding him with her heat, bathing him with her release. Their bodies in unison, connected in the most elemental sense.
Those fleeting thoughts were the last he could claim as the ripples of her orgasm battered the last of his control. Holding her waist with one hand, he continued his ministrations on her clitoris with the other, lightly pinching it in an effort to wring every bit of ecstasy from her. He wanted his name again. His name on her lips.
Her eyes were closed, her head tipped back, jaw slack as she rode the waves of her pleasure. But this was not enough. He had to have more.
“Look at me,” he growled. “Open your eyes.”
She did as he asked, her dark lashes lifting to reveal the intense green of her stare. Her pupils were wide, obsidian discs, proof of the passion they had shared.
