Overcome with the need to please him, she did. The kiss was hot, heady, spiced with brandy and desire. When his tongue stroked the seam of her mouth, she let him in eagerly, his masculine flavor saturating her senses.
How delicious he was, this husband of hers.
His mouth left hers to explore her cheeks and jaw. When he found the rim of her ear, she shivered, squirming as his tongue investigated the delicate shell. Her fingers dug into his muscular shoulders as he licked the sensitive lobe, then sucked upon it.
“You’re like a sugar plum.” His words entered her ear, sending thrills straight to her woman’s place. “A sweet treat meant to be savored.”
She moaned as his lips coursed down her throat. His stubble grazed her skin, making her feel hot and prickly everywhere. Heavens, she didn’t know how much more stimulation she could take. When he lightly bit the tender junction of her neck and shoulder, she jerked in surprise. Moisture gushed between her thighs.
“Christ, your pussy is soaking through my trousers,” he said with guttural approval.
Shock percolated through her. Her husband hadneverused such language in her presence before. And he’d certainly never been ungentlemanly enough to point out the dampness of that part of her anatomy. Embarrassment threatened to swamp her, and she made to pull away, but his hands clamped on her hips.
“I bloody love how wet you get.”
His voice rasped down her spine, setting her nerves afire. And that was before he pulled her sex snug against his bulging erection. Even through the cloth, she felt the turgid proof of his desire, his huge shaft pulsing against her moist cove.
“Rub yourself against me.” His hands guided her hips in a gyrating motion that made her arch with pleasure. “That’s right, love, slide up and down against my cock. Rub your sweet pearl against my prick until you come.”
Her head spun as her naughty vocabulary grew by leaps and bounds. A proper lady would have been offended…but she was aroused. Shockingly so. The fires of passion incinerated her capacity for thought: she was all sensation as she rubbed her pussy against the thick ridge of her husband’s cock. She slid up and down, angling her hips so that the exquisite friction stimulated that sensitive peak…herpearl, now that she had a word for it.
The ascent to bliss made her pant. Then her husband’s lips closed around her nipple, and the fierce suction sent her soaring. She climaxed with a cry, floating on the winds of rapture.
Then the world spun; suddenly she was on her hands and knees on the sofa, and the first hot swipe of his tongue against her convulsing flesh made her gasp.
“Adam.” She twisted her head back in shock. He was upon bended knee on the carpet, his hands holding her thighs apart, his ravenous eyes upon her quivering sex. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“I’m eating your cunny, licking up all this sweet cream,” he said in dark, hungry tones. “Then I’m going to fuck you hard and fast until we come together.”
Before she could formulate a response, his mouth was once again upon her sex. Her eyes widened then shut tightly as the foreign sensations poured through her. He’d never done this before. And she’d never imagined that a man could…that a man would want to…and in this lewd position…
Soon her senses became too overwhelmed. Her upper body collapsed onto the sofa, but Adam’s hands kept her bottom held indecently high. Her cheek and palms resting against the leather cushion, she surrendered to the swirling possession of his kiss. Everything became a dream: a wanton twilight moment where there were no fears or consequences.
Adam’s tongue plundered her from behind, licking and lashing her drenched pussy, his night beard abrading her trembling thighs. His grunts conveyed his enjoyment of what he was doing, his fingers working her pearl to a feverish pitch. He left no part of her unexplored, not even the tight, secret pucker she knew only for another purpose, and she sobbed with the ecstasy of her own surrender.
When he took her at last, his cock filled her so completely that it pushed the air from her lungs. She came, or perhaps she simply continued coming for the waves that rocked her were unending. Bliss inundated her, more and more bliss pouring through her as her husband took her in a primal frenzy. His hard hips slammed against her bottom, growls rising from his throat as he drove his big shaft into her.
Again and again. Harder and harder still.
And she begged for more even as she came and came and came.
Finally, he stopped, embedded in her, his heavy stones grinding against her swollen folds.
“You’re mine. You belong to me,” he growled. “Say it.”
“I…belong to you,” she moaned.
“Then take me. All of me.”
He pounded into her, his thickness straining the limits of her passage. He groaned, his fingers biting into her hips as his liquid heat jetted inside her, over and again. Inundating her with pleasure.
It was too much, not enough.
“I love you,” she whispered.
Then she swooned.
The next evening, the knock on her bedchamber door set off a mix of emotions in Gabby.
