Bridget groaned and tossed her head back. Lewis worked her sex with his tongue, as if he was a man dying of thirst and only she could quench his desire. She trembled, the familiar pleasure twisting inside her. Bridget bucked her hips against his mouth, urging him on. Her thighs quivered, sweat gathered at the small of her back, and Bridget’s entire world fell away except for the sensations coursing through her sex and the need growing within her.
In a sudden wave of feeling, Bridget found her pleasure. White spots obscured her vision, and she blinked them away. Bridget panted against the bedding. She pressed her chin against her collarbone and watched as Lewis lifted his head from between her thighs.
“You must tell me if it hurts,” he said.
Bridget bit her lip and nodded.
Lewis took hold of himself with one hand. He placed the other on her thigh. Bridger tensed instinctively, and he rubbed little circles on the inside of her thigh. “Relax, Bridget,” he murmured.
Bridget inhaled deeply, counted to three, and exhaled. Her eyes remained fixed on Lewis’s face, as he eased himself into her. Bridget’s walls clenched tightly around him, drawing a ragged groan from her husband. She shifted her hips a little, trying to better accommodate him.
The sensation of having him inside her was not painful, but it was strange. Bridget was full in a way that she had never been before. Lewis pulled himself out and pushed in again. And again. She had not taken his full length, but with every thrust, her body adjusted. Pleasure once more grew inside her.
She gasped, and he stilled. “Are you all right?”
“Yes!” Bridget exclaimed. “Please, Lewis!”
He took hold of her thighs with both hands and quickened his pace. Bridget clung to the bed linens. Her body jolted with every movement of his hips, and they moved together. She met his every thrust with her rocking hips. Lewis’s breath was as ragged as her own, and his body tightened, his muscles quivering as frantically as her own.
He desired her as much as she desired him. With that alluring thought, pleasure broke once more over Bridget. She cried out in exquisite agony, her sound nearly lost in Lewis’s own victorious shout. Warmth and dampness filled her as he withdrew from inside her.
Bridget lay on the bed, her chest heaving and her body sated. “That was…that was the most wonderful reward,” she said.
He grinned at her, his eyes alight with mischief. “There will be many more to come, my dear duchess.”
CHAPTER 33
Bridget’s body was damp with sweat and flushed with color. She stretched over the bed linen and cast him a coy smile. His young wife looked like a nymph, elegant and mischievous. Bridget pressed her thighs together, and Lewis saw the arousal glistening on her bare skin. It seemed impossible that he had married such a charming lady. He could not possibly deserve her.
A soft feeling overcame him. “Let me clean you,” he said.
Bridget’s eyes grew wide. “Clean me?” she whispered.
“Is that too intimate?” Lewis asked, raising an eyebrow. “I have been inside you, my dear.”
“I…I find it a charming gesture,” she said. “It is only that I am a little startled by—by everything.”
Lewis’s lips twitched into an amused smile. For how scandalous Bridget allegedly was, it was quite apparent that no one had ever given her pleasure before Lewis, much less engaged in a proper amorous congress with the young woman.
He went to his pitcher and basin. After pouring water into the basin, he wet a cloth with it and wrung it out. Lewis glanced over his shoulder. Bridget lay in bed, watching him with a bright smile.
“I did not hurt you?” Lewis asked.
“No,” she said. “You did not.”
“I am pleased to hear it.”
He settled between her thighs and gently wiped the damp cloth over her legs and sex. Bridget sighed contentedly and stretched like cat. “I enjoyed it,” she said. “I am a little cross that you made me wait so long for it.”
It was as torturous for me as it was for you,Lewis thought.
He placed the cloth by his basin and returned to the bed, allowing himself another long look of Bridget’s beautiful body. “If you had behaved yourself earlier in our marriage, I would have not made you wait,” Lewis said.
“You must not make me wait so long to do this again,” Bridget said. “I am certain that I shall expire for want of you if you do.”
Lewis lay on his side beside her and planted his elbow into the mattress. He let his cheek rest in the palm of his head and gazed at her. “It does not befit a duchess to lie.”
“Even if she lies to ensure that her husband knows how virile he is? How accomplished?” Bridget asked, grinning slyly. “How adored?”
