As soon as her hand reached him, Paul sucked in an audible gasp, and she darted a quick glance upward to see his eyes wide and his mouth open. Experimentally she closed her fingers around him and squeezed, noticing that his eyes were now closed and his throat moved as he swallowed roughly.
She wanted to grin, and send Letitia a thank-you note. But most of all, she wanted to taste him. To learn all about this man she’d married, and to whom she had confessed her most profound affections. If she truly loved him, then she was going to knoweverything. And that was all there was to it.
Gathering her nerve, she leaned forward and slowly began to lick him, learning his flavour, the salty male tang of him. His muted groan and tiny movements of his hips toward her told their own story, one of encouragement. Truly Letitia’s book had been quite correct; this was indeed pleasing to the male of the species.
She ventured on, remembering the hints about sliding her hands the full length of his cock as she progressed from licking to gentle sucking, being cautious about keeping her teeth away from such delicate flesh.
He was hard, fascinatingly landscaped with ridges and slippery velvet skin that bunched in her hand and then relaxed as she continued to hold him tightly while caressing him with her mouth. It seemed that a certain spot, right beneath the ridge at the head of his cock, was the one that caused the most significant physical response. If one could call a hand landing on one’s head and grasping a handful of hair a response.
She decided that it was definitely a positive result of her actions, since Paul didn’t tug her head away, but ran his fingers over her scalp, as if to tell her how much he was enjoying her actions.
At last, those fingers tightened and he pulled free. “Harry, love, you must stop, or everything for me will end too soon.”
She released the tip of his cock with a final loving lick, tasting the drops of liquid she had read about as their flavor dappled her tongue. “Mmmm.” She sighed, but eased away.
“How did you…why…” He helped her stand, his hands shaking a little as he closed his arms around her.
She grinned at him. “I read.”
He eyed her, awareness dawning in his expression. “Thatbook. It was Letitia’s book, yes?”
“There were things that I found of interest within its pages, yes.” Daringly she rubbed her breasts against his chest. “So many things, Paul. Things I never imagined would be so pleasurable.”
He smiled then, a look which combined love, desire and a thrilling dash of wickedness. “Well, perhaps this is as good a time as any to explore our mutual interest in finding pleasurable activities.” He pushed away her chemise. “I have one to show you.”
She barely had time to utter a tiny shriek as he picked her up, dropped her on the bed, forced her thighs wide apart and buried his head between them.
“Oh my God,” she groaned.
His mouth found her, hungrily sucking and licking and probing, mercilessly teasing that sweet spot she knew was the seat of her desire. His tongue was everywhere, spreading her growing dampness around like melted butter on a hot scone.
She felt tingles all over, centered in her spine, and her legs clamped against his head of their own volition. She was lost in the moment, dying tiny deaths of ecstasy against his face.
“Paul,” she cried, clutching at him, grabbing his hair, “Paul…”
He thrust his tongue deep and nuzzled at her core, driving her over the top—into madness.
She shook, the spasms rocking her violently, her release a tidal wave of sensation over which she had no control.
And just as they began to ease, a new sensation shattered her.
Paul’s cock was sliding into her body on that tidal wave, assisted by her own juices smoothing the way. She knew a few moments of pain and gasped, but then he was in, all the way in, filling her in a way she could never have imagined or learned from the pages of a book.
He stilled, his weight on his hands, and she opened her eyes to see his face, shadowed in the light of the sputtering candles.
“Are you all right, love?”
The care and affection in his voice nearly tippled her into tears, but she swallowed them down and nodded. “More all right than I’ve ever been.”
“I am going to move now,” he whispered. “You are to tell me if I hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
He smiled at her assertion. “You’re a most unexpectedly amazing and wonderful wife, Harry. I am most pleased.”
Suiting words to action, he began those promised moves, slowly and easily sliding in and out of her, his cock solid iron in her untried fire. And within moments she felt the rising of another release, stimulated by the size of him, the caresses against her inner muscles and the touch of his body against her most tender flesh, already aroused by his clever mouth.
Seeing her eager response, hearing her little moans of delight as he led her into a dance older than time itself, Paul hastened his thrusts, eager now, more demanding, more powerful.
