At a different time or place, Peter would have wondered about that cryptic message but his body had other ideas. Slowly he began to move in the sweetest tightness he’d ever experienced, gently rocking in and out until his body demanded more. To his surprise, she moved against him, spreading her legs, deepening his thrust.
“We fit perfectly,” he whispered, his mouth against her ear.
He slid his hands beneath her and took her arse in both hands, lifting her. She made pleasurable noises deep in her throat.
“Can you feel? We are one.”
She nodded. Then her muscles pulsed against him, a needy sound from her lips. He moved with long, slow strokes prolonging her pleasure until he could wait no longer. She held him tight, accepting each thrust until his seed was spilled. He dropped alongside her, panting. They were covered with sweat. He pulled the blanket over them both, tucking her close against him. Brighit sighed as if she’d just seen paradise. Kissing her lightly on the head, he’d have to agree.
Brighit awoke to her husband’s lips on her neck. His tongue stroking against her ear.
“Are you awake yet?”
She turned into his arms. “I am.”
He had loved her again last night then took great care to help her wash. His gentle ministrations turned into another opportunity for him to bring her body to life. She was enthralled by his ability to give her so much pleasure. And he had assured her his own pleasure was being satisfied as well.
He positioned himself between her legs and looked down at her, brushing her hair away from her face. “You look well-ravished.”
“Oh, I have been that.”
“Mayhap I can do better.” His crooked smile sent her stomach into quivers of excitement with the promise of even more.
He positioned one breast to his mouth, suckling it into a firm bud and sending scorching heat to her core. She closed her eyes.
“You are unquenchable,” she said.
He ran his hands along her sides sending ripples of pleasure through her exhausted limbs. When he slid his hands beneath her bottom, she spread her legs to him.
“I am,” he said then turned his attention to her other breast. “Would you have me cease?”
She opened her eyes. He was watching her while the tip of his tongue licked at her nipple. Her breath quickened. He sucked it into his mouth and she arched her back, pushing her breast more fully into his warm mouth.
“No.” Her word was more of a groan.
He continued his assault, moving down to the flat of her stomach. The rough hair on his face sending shivers over her skin. She squirmed beneath him.
“My love you are going the wrong way.”
“No, I do not believe that I am.” He slipped his finger into her wetness, stroking her. “Or is this more to your liking.”
Her eyes were closed again, experiencing sweet sensation after sensation. She felt his eyes on her. Watching her seemed to give him great enjoyment. She’d have preferred to be beneath the covers and unseen. He told her he wanted to see her pleasure. When he slipped his finger into her tightness, she gasped at the exquisite pressure. She cantered her hips toward him, giving him better access.
He dipped his tongue into her naval, keeping the same rhythm as his finger burying deep within her. She giggled.
Peter lifted his head, a frown creasing his forehead. “I make love to my wife and she laughs?”
She struggled to keep focused on his face when his hand was demanding her total attention. “No. I won’t laugh.”
He licked her abdomen with long, searing strokes of his tongue, moving ever closer to where his hand was giving her such pleasure.
“I’m sure your mouth is going the wrong way, my love.” She pointed to her lips. “I want your lips on mine.”
She gasped at the sensation when his mouth found its target, her eyes flying open. When she reached to pull him away from her, he held her hand. His passion-filled eyes watching her over her dark mound of hair and he dragged his tongue through her most intimate space. He stroked with insistent pressure that sent ripples of sensations through her. Her hips began to move against him almost of their own accord. His finger was joined by another and she was racing toward her release.
The groan exploded from deep in her throat. He moved up to cover her and entered her with one swift stroke. Ever so slowly, he moved with long, deep strokes, pausing before withdrawing. When her climax came again, he lifted her legs and buried himself deep inside, thrusting harder and harder. She gasped and moaned. She was unable to hold back. The feelings washing over her, through her, were overwhelming her. She called his name.
When he stilled inside her, she opened her eyes to a look of pure ecstasy on his face. He collapsed on her.
