"Ready for more, my love?" he said.
Clearly, it was time to take matters into her own hands. She found the tie on his robe, tugged away the knot. His sharp intake of breath filled her ear at the same time that his rampant manhood overflowed her palms. She stroked his deliciously hard flesh, adoring the feel of him, his desperate groans as she pumped him the way he'd once shown her.
"I'm ready for you," she whispered, kissing his quivering jaw. "Ready to be yours in every way."
"Percy... " His eyes shut as she explored a bit further. Nestled against crisp, dark hair, his sac felt heavy, intriguingly supple. She gave an experimental squeeze. "Christ, woman, I'm not going to last if you do that," he gasped.
"I don't want you to last. I just want you inside me." She smiled at him. "Now, please?"
A crazed look came over him. He tore off his robe, and she gloried in the feel of his hard muscled length pressing her into the mattress, his stiff manhood prodding between her thighs. He smoothed a strand of hair off her forehead.
"I love you, Percy. I'd give anything not to hurt you." His scar taut, he said hoarsely, "I want this to be perfect for you."
"It will be perfect. Because we are together." She cupped his hard jaw in her hands. "You're the man I love, now and forever."
A shudder crossed his heavy shoulders. The intent, adoring look he gave her curled her toes. Her name left his lips in a ragged whisper as he pressed forward. She felt a stinging stretch, a hot, thick glide … and then he was inside her, filling her so completely. A part of her. Tears spilled from her eyes.
"Am I hurting you? Should I stop?" The cords of his neck stood out in stark relief as he held himself still above her, clearly battling for control.
"Don't ever stop," she whispered, wrapping her legs around his lean hips. "Love me, Gavin. Love me as I love you."
"Always," he vowed.
He began to move inside her. Slow, steady thrusts that took away her innocence and replaced it with something far more wondrous. The feeling of belonging she'd yearned for all her life. His eyes never left her face, even as a pleasure flush spread across his lean cheeks and the force and pace of his lovemaking intensified. Her discomfort faded, his deep surges calling forth a new excitement. She moaned as the sensations built, different and more intense than before. Seeking relief from the tension, she instinctively raised her hips to meet his rhythm.
"That's it, love, move with me." Pleasure slurred his words. "I knew it would be this way for us. So hot, so perfect."
"Yes, yes." She clutched his bulging forearms as he drove even deeper, pushing out her breath. The coil in her belly tautened unbearably.
"Can't last much longer. You're milking me... like afist." His eyes shut. "Feels too bloody good…"
"Then let go. Come for me, Gavin," she whispered.
"God, yes." His eyes rolled back in his head as he yelled out.
His big body shuddered again and again as he climaxed. His fierce heat shot deep inside her, and the forceful jets propelled her over the edge once more. She tumbled freely, moorings lost to the wild joy of being in her husband's arms.
Later, they lay on their sides, facing each other. Their bodies remained joined, and she saw her own sense of wonderment reflected in his ore-flecked eyes. He skimmed his knuckles against her jaw.
"I'd say that was worth the wait, buttercup," he murmured.
She sighed dreamily. "It was worthanything."
"Spoken like a gracious loser, my love."
"Wait a minute." Frowning at his smug expression, she said, "Who are you calling a loser?"
"Strictly speaking, this was our fifth meeting. Therefore, you just lost the wager." He patted her rump with satisfaction. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I won't rub your nose in the fact... too often."
"Why you...cheat! I assumed the bet was off when you gave Paul back his vowels. This isn't fair," she said indignantly.
"Would you like a re-match then?" Before she could reply, he rolled on top of her. His renewed vigor made her breath catch. "I believe I could beupfor it."
"It won't make for much of a wager now that we're in love and married. There's no reason why we shouldn't go to bed together whenever we want," she grumbled.
"Truer words were never spoken." Smiling, he touched his nose to hers. "If it's any consolation, Percy, I might have taken the wager… but you have won my heart and soul."
Dash the man—how could she argue with that?
