The tight grip of her bottom squeezed his thumb, and he could feel his cock through the thin lining between her channels.
Gripping her hip tightly with his other hand, he began to ride her, his thumb fully embedded in her bottom all the while.
Johanna
The very perversity of her husband’s thumbin her bottomwas enough to make Johanna feel faint.And what did he mean by punishing her with more than a spanking?As shameful as the sensations coursing through her were, there was no more than a slight discomfort at her tiny hole being stretched around his thumb.Not at all like a spanking.
His thumb moved in time with his thrusts, his cock sinking into her again and again, stoking the fires of her arousal, and the most incredibly wicked thought occurred to her.Surely, he could not mean that…
That could not possibly fit…
The slight sting of his thumb pushing into her had not felt at all like punishment, but if something so much larger were to thrust into that narrow space…
Now, Johanna really felt like she might faint, yet her passion was climbing higher and higher with every thrust.Picturing him like this, behind her, pushing his cock into her bottom, made her toes curl as desire coursed through her.That could not possibly be what he meant.
And yet she could not get the image out of her head.
Her body clamped down around his thrusting cock.She was already so primed from the spanking and the way he’d touched her as he’d stripped her down.Every part of her was buzzing, her skin tight on her body, the need inside her pulsing as she soared to her pinnacle.
“Matthew!”She cried out his name, her head dropping down as her body clenched around him.She was so hot.So full.So inundated with pleasure, it felt as though she was about to burst.
And burst she did, in spiraling swirls of ecstasy.Her fingers dug into the sheets beneath her, her toes curling, her head bowing down as the pure sensual rapture went off in a dizzying array of fireworks throughout her body.Matthew’s thumb slid away, then his hands were gripping her hips, holding her in place as he moved with hard, rough thrusts that sent her soaring ever higher.
Johanna cried out his name again, the intense pleasure overwhelming her senses, until he groaned and embedded himself fully within her, flooding her with his seed.
Panting, she dropped her head to the bedding beneath her, closing her eyes.She felt… good.Better than she had any right to be.Some of the guilt had been soothed.
But not all of it.
ChapterThirty-Six
Matthew
With his wife snuggled against his side, her head pillowed on his shoulder, Matthew stared up into the darkness above them.His finger made idle patterns on her shoulder as he tried to arrange his thoughts.
Tried to decide how he was going to proceed tomorrow without the talisman that had guided so many of his decisions.
He had not done so badly tonight, but there had also been very little for him to do.Social matters were important, of course, but there were easy rules to follow.And, as a duke, very few repercussions when he chose to bend them.Like claiming a dance with his wife or leaving the ball early.
That he’d had Sebastian and Johanna to encourage him, and his grandmother’s approval, had helped immensely.But he could not lean on them for everything.Like matters of the estate.
And then there was the murder of his father and his friends’ fathers.
How was he supposed to assist them without his luck?They were out of clues.The only way forward that he could think of, without information, was luck.Yes, he’d always been lucky in general, but it was the coin that had guided him.
His deepest fear—the one that hurt to even think about—what if his luck had abandoned him along with his coin?
At some point, he would find a gaming table to test the possibility.Even the thought of it made his stomach turn over, though.That would have to wait until he was sure he could face the answer.
Johanna’s hand slid up from his stomach to the center of his chest as she shifted against him, and Matthew reached to hold it.
“What are you thinking about?”she asked softly.
He had thought she’d fallen asleep, due to her even breathing, but apparently not.
“My luck,” he admitted.Somehow, it was easier to say under the cover of darkness.He could not see her, and she could not see him.And his coin was not there to tell him not to say what he wanted to.“I… I probably should have told you before, though it’s possible it has no bearing on us and our future.But, you know how my father and my friends’ fathers were all killed in a tragic accident?”
She went very still beside him.
