She stood still as he slowly peeled the silk down her shoulders, the fabric whispering against her heated skin. The negligee caught briefly on her nipples—already hard and aching—before sliding down to pool at her feet in a whisper of pink silk. Standing naked before him, Barbara felt no shame, only a wild, desperate need.
Kenneth’s eyes darkened as they traveled over her body, and she felt his gaze like a physical touch. Her nipples tightened further, wetness gathering between her thighs. Without thinking she pressed herself against him, rubbing her body against the rough fabric of his clothes, seeking friction, seeking relief from the pressure building inside her.
“Bed. Now,” her new husband commanded, his voice rough with want, the authoritative tone sending another surge of heat through her core.
Wild with repressed anticipation, Barbara climbed onto the bed, settling back against the pillows. Kenneth remained standing, his eyes locked on hers as he began to undress. He moved deliberately, slowly unbuttoning his waistcoat, and Barbara realized he was putting on a show for her.
Well, two could play at that game.
She let her hands drift up her body, cupping her breasts, feeling their heavy weight in her palms. Kenneth’s fingers fumbled on a button. Emboldened, Barbara circled her nipples with her thumbs before pinching lightly, and was rewarded with a strangled groan from her husband.
But she wasn’t finished. One hand remained on her breast while the other traveled lower, caressing across her belly, down to the wet heat between her thighs. She spread her legs wider, making sure he could see everything as she dragged her fingers through her slick folds.
“Barbara,” Kenneth growled, his warning clear, but she merely smiled, power roaring through her.
She was so wet, so ready. Her fingers found her entrance easily, and she slid one inside, then another, moaning at the sensation. It felt good—but it wasn’t enough. Her eyelashes fluttered as she imagined it was Kenneth’s fingers, Kenneth’s cock, and instinctively began to move her hand faster.
“Christ,” Kenneth swore, yanking at his waistcoat. His movements became frantic, desperate, as he tore at his remaining clothes. His cravat flew across the room, followed quickly by his shirt.
Barbara added a third finger, her hips lifting off the bed as she fucked herself slowly with her hand. The wet sounds filled the room, obscene and arousing. She watched Kenneth through half-lidded eyes as he finally kicked off his breeches, his magnificent cock jutting out, hard and ready.
“No’ fair, wife,” he growled, throwing himself onto the bed beside her.
Before she could respond he was on her, his mouth capturing hers in a demanding kiss as his hands roamed her body. He kissed down her throat to her breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth while his clever fingers found her wet cunny, replacing her own ministrations.
Barbara arched into his touch, crying out as he teased her nipple with his teeth while his thumb circled her pearl. His fingers slid inside her—thicker than her own, longer—and she desperately clenched around them.
“Kenneth, please,” she gasped, though she wasn’t sure what she was begging for. More? Everything? All of him?
His tongue switched to her other breast, lavishing the same attention on that nipple while his fingers continued their maddening rhythm. She was on fire, every nerve ending singing, her body wound so tight she thought she might shatter.
Now, please, more?—
They shifted together until they were lying on their sides, facing one another. Kenneth’s cock pressed hot and hard against her belly and she reached down to wrap her eager fingers around it, earning a harsh groan from him.
He pulled her thigh over his hip, the movement spreading her open, and she felt the broad tip of his cock press against herentrance. Understanding his plan, she shifted, angling her hips until he began to slowly slide inside her.
The stretch was exquisite, filling an ache she hadn’t fully realized she’d been feeling. But just as she tried to push down, to take him deeper, Kenneth’s hands clamped on her hips, holding her still.
“Fook. I wanted to lick ye until ye came, wife,” he growled, his breathing ragged.
Barbara squirmed against his hold, desperate for more. “Next time,” she promised.
She would have promisedanything, in that moment.
For a moment Kenneth held firm, but then he groaned in surrender, loosening his grip just enough to allow her to move. She rocked her hips, slowly taking him deeper, feeling every inch of him as he filled her.
It felt so good—the slow, steady thrusts, the delicious friction—but it wasn’t enough. She needed more, needed him deeper, needed him to claim her completely.
His conquest. His woman. His wife.
“Please, Kenneth,” she begged shamelessly.
“Ye want more, love?” His voice was strained, his control clearly hanging by a thread. “Ye want more of my cock?”
“Yes! Please, I need you!” The words tumbled out of her, desperate and raw.
“I ken what ye need, wife,” he promised.
