“Please what?”
“I don’t know what, but please, Rhys, please,” she begged as his hand played with her.
He shifted his body as his head lowered over her breast and suddenly, he caught the bud of her breast between his teeth. He began to suckle at her, while still holding her hands above them as his other hand teased her sensitive flesh, moving in and out.
Louisa had never felt so warm. Her body was buzzing as he continued to play her entire body like an orchestra, while the ever-looming pleasure continued to build. The trepidation was agonizing as a heated weight settled over her body. He was doing something, playing to a specific end that she had only managed in privacy, and yet the mere fact that he was here, touching her, was too much. The dam began to crack.
“Rhys,” she begged, but for what she did not know. “Oh God.”
“Look at me,” he instructed.
“I can’t… I…”
“Open your eyes, Louisa. Now.”
The sight of him, his dark hair, sweat-laden brow, the sharp, dark shadows of his face. The intensity and desperation in his eyes were such that it felt equal parts of being forced and being begged.
Why was that such a delicious combination?
But then, all thought fell away as it came over her. She was only made for this moment, this excruciating pleasure and nothing else. He seemed aware of the impending orgasm, and the rogue smirked.
“What a good girl, coming on my hand,” he murmured into her lips and that was it.
Louisa’s entire body bucked and shook as a crescendo of blissful, painful pleasure rolled over her in thunderous waves. She was reeling, unaware of her husband as he shifted again, his fingers withdrawing from her only to be replaced by something heavier, more substantial.
And in a single swift movement, he was in her.
Louisa gasped out, partially from the pain, partially because his deep stroke only added fuel to her orgasmic flame. Both were a tousled mess of wet, sweaty skin, kisses, and groans. He worked within her, pumping and grinding until he found his own pleasure as he buried his face into the crook of her neck. He shook as her arms encircled his back, in an almost protective way, but also because she felt a truth ignite within her heart in that very moment.
She wanted to keep him always.
Slowly the tremors that wracked his body subsided and all too soon he pulled away from her. Louisa was surprised at how desperate she felt in the aftermath of their lovemaking. She wanted to be held tightly for hours for some reason, and felt her heart drop when he shifted to leave the bed.
Rhys walked to the little table where he had scrubbed the day’s dirt from his brow and once more picked up a rag, soaked it in water, and came back to the bed. Louisa watched him with curiosity.
Without speaking, Rhys placed the rag on her stomach, causing her to flinch, but she remained still. The cool cloth slipped down between her legs and with great care, Rhys washed her. In the hazy aftermath, Louisa watched, stunned by the gentle nature of what he was doing. When he finished, he dropped the rag and climbed back into bed, wrapping his arms around Louisa. Though it was still early evening, Rhys seemed ready for bed.
Louisa rolled her back as he pulled her into his chest, mesmerized by the warmth his body radiated. If heaven were a place where one could experience utter satisfaction always, Louisa guessed that this was the closest feeling she might find on earth.
Tucked safely against the mountain of a man that was her husband, Louisa closed her eyes and let herself drift off to sleep.
The crowing ofa rooster sounded through the darkness, waking Louisa from a deep slumber. Rolling from one side to the other, she tried to ignore the sound when she bumped into the solid, warm body next to her. Opening her eyes, she saw Rhys, his face partially covered by the pillow he slept on, as one eye opened. Her pulse quickened at the mere sight of him, and they stared at one another for a moment or two before he spoke.
“Good morning,” he said, his voice thick with sleep.
“Good morning,” she replied softly.
It was a strange feeling being naked next to this man. It would have been strange to be naked next to any man, but withRhys she felt a stunning sense of peace. A thread of relaxation coursed through her, and while every nerve ending seemed to be on edge when he smiled at her, it wasn’t because of the cool temperature that she shivered, but sheer excitement.
As if reading her mind, Rhys’s hand snaked around her waist and pulled her towards him, so that their bodies were touching. He pressed his lips to her shoulder gently, littering a trail of kisses down her neck, which cause her to tremble, but he didn’t stop there. Rhys’s mouth trailed along her clavicle as he shifted his body above hers. He kissed down her chest, his one hand coming up to cup her breast as he took her nipple into his mouth, licking and nibbling as Louisa’s breath became shallow.
“I dreamed of you last night,” he murmured, nonchalantly, as he feasted on her.
“You-you did?” she asked, unevenly.
“Mhmm,” he answered, releasing her nipple from his mouth as he moved to kiss the underside of her breast. Louisa shivered. “In my haste last night, I forgot to taste you.”
“Taste me?” Louisa voice reached an octave higher. “What do you mean?”
