And she did not want to.
Whatever air she’d managed to breathe in was being pushed out of her by the sensation of him filling her.
Because of their intimately connected gazes, she could see the pleasure that filled his eyes just before he closed them and groaned.His hips moved, thrusting forward, his hands holding her in place so she could not do more than clench around him and gasp as he went deeper inside her.
It hurt, it ached, yet it felt good, too.
She could feel him within her.
And she was so, so, so very glad he was the one who’d purchased her from the auction block.
The idea of another man, a stranger, being inside her like this… She did not know how she would have been able to bear it.He’d saved her in more ways than one.
“Bloody hell.”He groaned, shuddering, his eyes flicking close for just a moment before meeting her gaze again.The need in them seared her to the bone, and she whimpered as her limbs twitched.Leaning forward, he pressed the leg on his chest toward her body, the other hanging down beside him, able to feel his hairy thigh against her silky skin.“Your pussy is perfect, sweetness.”
He rocked again, as if to emphasize where he was speaking of, not that Johanna needed much explanation.There did not seem to be a response expected, which was good because she had no idea how to reply to such a brazen statement.How was one supposed to talk to a man who was currently filling her?
All she could do was whimper, which seemed to satisfy him as he thrust forward, deep into her, his body finally coming to rest against hers.She could feel the coarse hairs surrounding his manhood now rubbing against the sensitive folds of her pussy.Could feel his shaft so deep inside her, while her muscles clenched and shuddered around him, touching parts of her she did not know could be touched.
When his hands slid up to cover her breasts, she gasped, closing her eyes involuntarily as the sensations pulsed through her.His thumbs rubbed over her nipples as he kneaded her breasts, holding himself in place, as though allowing her to adjust to her new proportions.
Then, finally, he began to move.
It was… indescribable.
The pull of him retreating, the shocking sensations as he thrust back in, his guttural groan vibrating through her.He moved with slow, sure strokes, making her gasp and shudder every time he buried himself inside her.His body rubbed against all her sensitive bits, which were almost too raw to bear… yet she must bear it.
She wanted to give him the same pleasure he’d given her.
Wanted him to have whatever he desired from her.From her body.Not just because she was his wife, but because he’d saved her.Because he made her feel… like this.
As he began to move harder, faster, she cried out.Her fingers curled in the bedsheet, her arms too tired to lift up to reach for him the way she wanted to.All she could do was lie beneath him, taking his hard thrusts, fighting off the impending rise of sensation.She could not possibly live through another little explosion… yet she could feel one coming.
“That’s it, sweetness,” he said, encouraging her as his hand moved to cover her hip, his thumb pressing against the terrible, wonderful spot just above where he had impaled her.“Come for me, little violet.Come all over your husband’s cock.”
The rubbing press of his thumb had as much to do with the shocking swell of her pleasure as his words did.She cried out, unable to stop herself, as he masterfully brought her to the peak and pushed her over it yet again.The spasms of her body around his… cock made him feel even bigger inside her, and she would be willing to swear he hardened even further as he pumped himself back and forth within her several more times.
His groan, his shudders, as he buried himself inside her and let her muscles work over his length, were as heated as her own.Johanna lay limp, breathless beneath him, watching his jaw clench, then his expression go slack with relief and erotic rapture.
Letting out a shuddering groan, he lowered his head to hers, allowing the leg that had been propped up on his shoulder to slip down.Even that movement made her shudder and gasp as his body shifted against hers.Their foreheads pressed together, breath mingling, the feel of his hard body covering hers strangely comforting.
Lips brushed over hers, and Johanna closed her eyes, letting out a sigh into his gentle kiss.His hands stroked her sides, sending more little tremors through her body, though he was not trying to arouse her again.She could feel him inside her, shrinking, softening.Even that sensation made her whimper.
By the time he withdrew completely and returned to run a warm, damp cloth between her legs, she was almost asleep.Dimly, she was aware of him cleaning her.Stroking her.Crawling into bed with her and wrapping his body around hers, like she was snuggled into a warm cave.
Perfectly happy, still in awe that her terrible fate had been so perfectly reversed to good fortune, Johanna breathed out a sigh of relief.
The only cloud on the horizon was her mother’s health… especially if she continued to hold on to the delusions she’d confessed to Johanna.But she could not think about that now.Somehow, they would make it through.They always had, and now she was a duchess married to the luckiest man in theton.
This was going to be the start of a wonderful new life.
ChapterNineteen
Matthew
Next to his wife was a very nice way to wake up, Matthew decided the moment he stirred.She was warm and soft against him, her silky hair tickling his nose, his hand over her breast, and his cock very nicely wedged between her buttocks.If he’d known that waking up next to a woman was this enjoyable, he might have done it sooner.
Though likely not.
