“It’s very cold in here,” I said, drinking in the sight of her peaked nipples, the areola a delicate pink. She was very comely, even more so with her red curls falling over one creamy shoulder.
“Come, I will warm you up,” Amelia said on a breathy giggle, falling back onto the mattress. She tugged at my wrist, and I fell next to her. Laughing along with her, I pulled the blankets over us. My exhaustion of minutes before disappeared, and I was eager to continue with our bed sport. On her side, she lifted one knee in invitation, her breathing more pronounced. I began to explore the sleek flesh of her inner thigh, her folds slick with desire. How different she was from Noah.
She touched my cock, her thumb rubbing over the head. “I hope I’m doing this right. Noah made it look so easy.”
“He is very adept because, like me, he has a cock, and we touch them. A lot,” I said in jest. Even when he wasn’t with us, he was. I circled the swollen nub between her legs with the pad of my thumb as Noah had, except I lacked his expertise. For now.
“I was strictly forbidden to touch myself in any manner other than utilitarian.” She bit her bottom lip, groaning, the soft sound reflecting my rising need for fulfillment.
“It is my turn to inquire if I am doing this right.” I continued to tease her nub, my fingers slick with her essence. From the darkness of her eyes, she was close to coming. Pride swelled my chest. I had acknowledged my fear and overcame my uncertainties.
“Yes, very right. And for the record, I touched myself. A lot, and...if I could beg you to go a bit faster, I, oh!” Amelia threw her head back, a shrill scream cutting into the quiet of my room. I kissed her parted mouth, allowing my tongue to skim her plump lips. She slid her tongue along mine, her arm looping around my neck. We’d first kissed near the lake, with Amelia instigating it. It was the week after my father had taken me to the brothel, and I had feared I’d never be able to couple with a woman. I hadn’t been repulsed by the kiss, which had been a plus. The incident at the brothel scarred me and had almost robbed me of the chance to find happiness in Amelia’s arms.
“I can’t wait another second to bed you.” I pulled her leg over my hip and rolled onto my back, bringing her with me. The covers fell to her waist, exposing her high breasts and nipped-in waist. She'd never looked more appealing with her hair a cascade of curls down her chest and back.
“On that, we are in agreement.” She lifted onto her knees, liquid eyes meeting mine. No words were needed for what would happen next. I held my cock steady while she lowered herself, impaling her tight pussy on my length until I could hardly stand it. She was incredibly snug, and I had to fight the urge to spunk.
My hands on her thighs, I watched her face while she rode my cock. Eyelids heavy, her breasts bobbed with every thrust. I cupped their weight, bringing her down to lick the puckered flesh, drawing it into my mouth. We’d have a lifetime of nights such as this, and I was an incredibly lucky man to have found her.
“Oh Oliver, you are becoming quite adept at that.” She arched her back and rested on her knees, swaying with each pump of my cock. I turned my attention to her other breast, needing to please her and myself.
Lust drove me into a frenzy. I drifted a hand between us, caressing her nub until she ground her hips against mine, thescream back in play. A sense of triumph overcame me. I flipped her onto her back, my hips pumping into her receptive body. Our eyes locked, and I dipped my head, capturing her mouth.
Amelia clung to me, her legs around my waist. “I love you, Oliver.”
“And I you, Amelia.” My cock exploded with sensation, every muscle in my body stiffening from the force of my spunking. Being with Amelia had always been easy for me because she saw my flaws and accepted them as part of who I was. As a duke, I was expected to be perfect. I was far from it. Panting, I flopped down on the bed, my breath harsh from our play. For the second time, I’d proved to myself I could bed Amelia and not disappoint her.
She linked her leg with mine, and I drew her close, my arm moving around her shoulder once more. “I think I could get used to this,” she said.
“I think you should get used to this. Marriage certainly has its rewards,” I agreed on a yawn. The tiredness was back, but it felt less egregious. Although the room carried a chill, I was comfortable, the heat of her body lulling me into a sense of calm.
“It does indeed.” She pressed a kiss to my chest. “I am sorry I ever doubted your desire for me. I know I can be dramatic at times and jump to conclusions, or so my mother informs me.”
I lifted her chin with my finger and leaning in, kissed her sweet mouth. “I am your husband, and I think differently. You speak your mind, and I admire your brazenness, er, I mean bravery.”
She gave me one last lingering kiss. “Thank you, Oliver. I think I would like to sleep now.”
“Then sleep,” I said, my own eyes closing.
“I will, but I reserve the right to wake up in the middle of the night and take liberties with your person,” she laughed at her own joke.
“I will hold you to it.” I stared at the window where the drapes were parted. I never liked a closed room; it made me anxious. Looking outside soothed my mind at the end of a long day. As a duke, I had a multitude of responsibilities, and as my duchess, Amelia would be under a similar strain.
I drifted my thumb over the taut skin of her shoulder and listened to her steady breathing. I wasn’t used to sharing my bed, and this might take some getting used to. But the benefits had proven worth losing my privacy.
On my wedding night the three of us had been sprawled out on the bed together. Noah and I had flanked Amelia until he’d been forced to leave. I’d taken Amelia to her room and returned to my empty one. The night had been very satisfying, and the bed had felt empty without them in it. Noah had left with the rest of our guests, and I hadn’t had a chance to say goodbye. He’d spurned my affection, and it stung. I loved him and wanted to be with him for all time. The same way I wanted to be with Amelia. If life were fair, the three of us would live together without restrictions.
But life wasn’t fair.
