So, it was something of a surprise when he whispered in her ear, “Stand up.”
Her eyes opened, a frustrated frown creasing her brow. “What?”
“Trust me,” he purred. “Stand up and turn around.”
Slowly, and almost reluctant to leave the warm embrace of the fragrant bathwater and the pressure of his fingertips, she rose to her feet and turned around to face him.
“Sit astride the bath,” he instructed.
It was narrow enough to do so, and he had yet to give her a reason to doubt him when it came to these things.
A little ungainly, she hooked her legs over the linen-covered sides of the bath… and yelped in surprise as he suddenly swept forward, water sloshing over the bottom of the tub. His arms curved around her thighs, holding her steady in that unbalanced position, and as he bent his head, she understood.
The first glide of his tongue sent her soaring into that delicious realm of light and bliss, her eyes closing as her neck arched back and her hands braced against the sides of the bathtub. A strong, anchored position, so she wouldn’t waste a moment of the experience worrying about slipping backward.
He tasted her in teasing strokes, rolling his tongue over that bundle of nerves; circling it slowly; curling his tongue and sucking gently, though her body bucked wildly in response. All the while, she moaned and gasped, no longer certain if she could form words.
It wasn’t like building the momentum of her pleasure all over again, but more like intensifying tenfold what he had already conjured.
“Oh God,” she cried out, her legs shaking. “Yes, my love… oh, yes…”
She really should have trusted his instincts more, for this was unlike anything she had experienced before, every movement of his tongue pouring fuel onto the furnace of her ecstasy. Not sparks but great fireworks that fizzed and crackled within her, adding untold power to the climax that was gathering inside her.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, she felt his touch against the gateway to her sex… and threw her head back as he eased his fingers inside her.
“Jeremy, yes!” she all but screamed.
He curved his fingers and began to move in slow, rolling thrusts that sent her imagination into a frenzy. She thought of the hard flesh at the peak of his thighs, thought of him claiming her for the first time, and that was all it took…
Her ecstasy exploded, her climax catching her in its immense grip. Rush after rush of overwhelming bliss surged through her, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes: her eyes squeezed shut, her back arched, her mouth parted but silent. Her lungs burned, her heart pounded, her throat strained, and her legs trembled violently.
“Oh, Jeremy…” She moaned and bucked, his tongue still conjuring up fresh waves of pleasure, her head pounding with the intensity of so much feeling all at once. It was everything she’d hoped for, her entire being so utterly alive that she felt as if she were glowing.
As the sensations slowly began to recede, the tide of euphoria was more gentle, lapping than crashing, stormy waves, and she nearly sagged right into the bath. She might have done, if it weren’t for Jeremy’s sturdy hold on her.
She smiled in a blissful daze. “A bath was averygood idea.”
“Aye, I won’t argue with that,” he replied, as he carefully withdrew his fingers and pressed one last, fleeting kiss to her swollen, pulsing bud. “But we’re not done yet, love. Indeed, I don’t plan to be done with ye until the sun comes up.”
Anna gazed down at him. “Then, it is fortunate that I am not the least bit sleepy.” She reached for his face and bent to kiss him. “I want to feel everything, my love. I… am ready.”
“We don’t have to rush,” he told her, as he rose up out of the water and promptly picked her up.
She locked her legs around him, clinging to him as he stepped out of the bath and, without pausing to dry off, carried her through to the bedchamber. As he walked, he cradled her face, leaning in to kiss her.
Her mouth savored his, relishing the slow graze of his kiss and the dance of their tongues. Indeed, she didn’t even think of the bed or what might happen next, as she lost herself once more in her husband.
Just then, he got up onto the bed with her still in his arms and lay her down, her head falling gently onto a pillow. His body was warm and inviting above her, one arm still curved around her while the other held up his weight.
With an admiring smile, she ran her hands over his chest and shoulders, down the powerful muscles of his arms, his skin still slick with water and the oils from the bath.
“We can wait, if ye want to,” he said softly.
She shook her head. “I wantyou.”
“I want ye too,” he replied, smiling. “But I only just got ye back. There’s nay need to hurry this. We have forever.”
His body belied his words, as she felt the swell of his manhood, straining for the heat of her hidden depths. He adjusted his position slightly, her breath hitching as she felt him. If she were to just slide her hands over his muscular backside and urge him forward, he would enter her.
