“Mmm…” she moaned and when his lips parted, she couldn’t help herself. She sucked gently, taking his bottom lip into her mouth in a way she had seen another woman doing that evening.
“Ahh!” he cried out and had he not pulled her ever tighter to him, she might have pulled away. It was only when she felt his hands behind her head that she knew it was not a cry of pain but of pleasure.
The second she released his lip, his tongue dipped into her mouth, and she tasted him. She tasted the wine on his breath and the simple sweetness of him, enjoying every last second as she started to gyrate her hips, rubbing her most sensitive organs against his, battling the urge to take him inside her right then and there.
“Steady now,” he whispered gently against her lips as he started to remove the ruby pins that were holding her hair in place. “I want this to last. I want you to remember this.”
And Emmaline knew that she would. She was certain she would remember this evening for the rest of her life.
One by one, he removed her hairpins and the curls fell down around her, cascading into the water until they were like a curtain around them, blocking them off from the rest of the world as they kissed over and over.
She ran her own fingers through his hair and gripped the roots, pulling his head back just as she had also learned from the women in the club.
He seemed to like that, his smile a devilish sneer as he gazed up at her and ran his fingers through her locks. “You are so beautiful.”
“As are you,” she whispered and before he could argue with her, she kissed him again.
They remained melded together, kissing all the while as Alex slipped deeper and deeper into the bath, taking her with him.
Soon he was practically laid on his back, his knees bent behind her as she laid atop him, only their heads above the water.
Her hair, now soaked, hung around them still until he brushed it back behind her ears and whispered, “I could lay like this forever.”
His words caused such a fire within Emmaline that she whimpered, “As could I.”
But then she remembered the burning need between her thighs. It had not been lessened by the water. In fact, the warmth of the liquid had only enraged the flames and she rubbed herself against her husband like a cat in heat, utterly unable to hold back for fear of embarrassment or doing something wrong any longer.
All their boundaries were gone, all their walls broken, and she wished to take the opportunity while it was still open to her.
“Alex, I—” she whispered but he lifted his hand from the water and pressed his wet index finger against her lips. Then he replaced it with his own lips, kissing her just as passionately as before, if not more so.
His hands stroked down over her back, cupped her buttocks and pulled her up ever so slightly, his cock bouncing up between her thighs. She felt the tip grow dangerously close to the entrance of her body and her breath caught in her throat, her heart hammering so hard she was sure he must be able to feel it against his chest.
And just when she thought he would enter her, he started to rise from the bath once more, again carrying her with him.
Disappointment threatened to overwhelm her as he carried her from the bath, the water dripping from their entwined bodies, her hair hanging in lank, wet curtains around them both.
“I wish to make love to you properly,” he whispered in her ear as he laid her down on the bed and came down on top of her.
Unable to respond for fear she might say the wrong thing, Emmaline took his face in her hands and kissed him hard, willing him to do just that.
Her thumbs stroked his high cheekbones and when she felt the scarred side of his face, she continued to stroke just that side, hoping he would sense the love and affection she had for him.
“Please…” she breathed when his hand slipped down between their bodies and he took his manhood in hand, preparing to enter her. “Please, Alex…”
She opened her legs wide and angled her pelvis up toward him. Never in her life had she felt such wanton desire before. Never had she needed something so badly that she felt she could scarcely breathe.
“Are you quite certain?” he asked, and she felt him smiling against her ear before he nibbled her lobe, rubbing the tip of his cock against the outer lips of her maidenhood in a way that threatened to send her quite mad indeed.
“Yes!” she screamed the word, thrusting her hips toward him so violently that she startled even herself. “Please!”
His lips came down on her throat then and ever so gently, he slipped himself inside her. One inch at a time, he moved, devilishly slowly until she felt her body opening up to him.
Slick with her own desire, she felt him slide in with only the slightest discomfort. Astonished at how easily her body took the huge magnificence of him, she opened her legs wider, gasping when she felt the pressure of his manhood stretching her open.
He paused his lips caressing the flesh of her throat, his hand cupping her breast and thumb and forefinger squeezing the hardened bud of her nipple ever so gently.
He didn’t move again until she wrapped her legs around him and urged him deeper. He groaned with such pleasure as the length of him entered her that she could not stop her own moan from escaping her lips.
