“Things change,” he said, glancing at the clock by the door before returning his attention to the back hall. If they didn’t have her tea ready for her in five minutes, he was going back there and making the damn tea himself.
“It would have been a safe match,” his mother said quietly, drawing his attention momentarily away from the hallway.
“I’d never hurt her,” Robert said tightly, sick of the bullshit assumptions that he’d ever hurt Elizabeth.
“Not on purpose,” she hedged carefully, “but with your history, I doubt that it will be very long before the two of you are at each other’s throats.”
“We’re getting along just fine,” he said evenly, shooting another glance at the clock.
They were getting along more than just fine. After they’d made love this morning to put an end to any more suggestions that they should annul the marriage, they’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms. Not too long ago he’d woken up with Elizabeth straddling his lap as she once again tried to ride him. Apparently, once his minx got an idea into her head, she couldn’t let it go.
Thank God for that!
It had probably been the most difficult thing that he’d ever done in his life, but he’d managed to force himself to lie there and let Elizabeth have her fun. He’d loved the way she smiled, laughed and made fun of herself as she did her best to figure out the mechanics of riding him.
She’d made him smile and laugh even as he’d been forced to fold his hands behind his head to stop himself from grabbing her and slamming her down on his cock. God, she’d been so wet, dripping on his hungry cock as she rubbed on him, desperate to put it inside her. When she’d started grinding her wet mound against him as she moaned and panted his name, he’d lost the battle and reached down and gripped himself.
By that time, his cock had been completely coated in her juices. His hand slid down his length and he’d moaned. It felt so good, so unbelievably good. His hand moved on its own as his eyes devoured the sight of her. Watching her watch him stroke himself had nearly undone him so he’d slowed down, teasing them both.
He’d loved the way her eyes became hooded, her breathing quickened, her nipples hardened as though they were reaching for him, but nothing compared to the way that her hips had started to shift as though she was imagining his cock inside her. Just watching her get excited was enough to have his balls draw up tight.
Just as he slid his hand down to the base and held it up in offering, she did something that he’d never expected and had never seen another woman do before. She reached down and cupped herself between her legs and released a moan so sweet that he’d honestly been surprised that he hadn’t instantly exploded.
His hand started to move again, his eyes locked on her hand as she slowly massaged her mound. His breathing had become labored as she explored herself, her fingers sliding between her slit, glistening with her arousal and when she’d tentatively slid a finger inside of herself, he’d been forced to grip his cock tightly to stop himself from coming.
For several agonizing minutes, he’d watched as his wife learned to pleasure herself. Her expression had been one of pleasure mixed with disbelief and wonder. She’d been so goddamn beautiful and when he’d told her so, she’d blushed prettily but didn’t stop.
No, not his minx.
She’d loved the way that he reacted to her, enjoyed it to the point that she started to tease him. She’d caressed her breast with her free hand, slid her fingers slowly inside her core and he’d lost control of his tongue. He told her in detail how much he loved watching her, how badly he wanted to suck on her fingers, lick her clean and fuck her. He swore, used words that no man of his class would use in front of his wife and hadn’t cared, especially since it made her lose control.
When she’d found her moment, he’d simply watched her, loving the way her skin flushed with excitement, her breasts bounced, and the way she moaned and whimpered with every thrust of her fingers. The moment that she’d finished, she found herself on her back and his cock ramming inside her still quivering sheath.
He hadn’t lasted long, but he’d taken her with everything he’d had, not holding back until she was screaming his name and he was spilling inside of her. Moments after he came, he was still slowly thrusting his softening cock inside of her, wanting nothing more than to take her again, but his minx, it seemed, had other plans.
With a muttered cry of distress, she’d pushed him away, slapped a hand over her mouth and ran to the chamber pot and proceeded to get sick. Feeling like a bastard for taking her so soon after she’d lost the baby, he got up to go comfort her, but she wasn’t having that. Anytime he came close enough to touch her, she would shake her head and let out a pitiful moan that left his chest aching.
He hated seeing her like this. He wanted to take care of her, but the damn woman was being stubborn. The only thing that she would allow him to do was have a bath drawn for her so that she could soak while he came downstairs and inquired about the peppermint tea that the cook had suggested would ease her stomach.
“Robert? Did you hear anything that I just said,” his mother snapped in frustration.
“Yes, of course,” he lied, ramming his fingers through his hair. Where the hell was her tea?
“No, you didn’t,” she said, sighing softly, but she didn’t seem all that upset over the matter.
“Sorry,” Robert said, shooting her a forced smile before he returned his attention to the hallway.
“I don’t want to see you hurt, Robert,” his mother said as she came to her feet and walked towards him, stepping in his path and giving him no choice but to stop pacing.
“I’m not going to get hurt,” he murmured, shifting his attention past his mother and towards the kitchen.
“I hoped that one day you’d make a good match, Robert,” she started to explain, but he was in no mood for a lecture this morning.
“This is a good match,” Robert said quietly, giving her a smile as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to his mother’s cheek. “Better than good.”
“I know that Elizabeth is beautiful and exciting, but that doesn’t make for a good match, Robert. These feelings won’t last forever and when they’re gone, you’ll be left with a wife that you don’t want, who makes you unhappy and I don’t want that for you.”
“What feelings are these?” Robert found himself asking, wondering if his mother had realized that he was in love with Elizabeth.
