Then his face softened, his eyes became worried, so like Nathaniel’s with his bad dream. “Unless it is not good for you or the child?”
She cupped his jaw, dark and rough with evening whiskers, and her fingertips brushed the fine lines radiating from his eye to his temple. “It’s very good for me. And long ago, my mother assured me acts of love do not harm an unborn baby.”
He turned his face into her hand and kissed her palm for a long time before speaking. “Can I get you to agree to no hedgerow jumping until the baby comes?”
“Yes. As it turns out, I am not as fond of jumping as I thought I would be. I haven’t done any since I first missed my courses.”
“But I thought . . . all your work on the saddle?”
“I wanted to make something for myself. And I did.”
He brushed a curl of hair off her cheek. “I’m glad you made something for yourself.”
“And now I’m making something for both of us. And for Nathaniel.”
“I am even more glad of that.”
He rolled on top of her again and his kiss was tender and lingering as he held her face between his hands and consumed her mouth with a slow heat. She answered his caressing tonguewith a whimper as he pushed her deep into the mattress, his hard cock against her leg, making his desire known to her in no uncertain terms.
“God, you’re so lovely,” he breathed as he moved down, stippling her throat with soft kisses. “Every square inch of you.” He nipped at the delicate bit of flesh where her neck ended and her shoulder began. “I want to eat you like you’re custard.”
His hands were on the sides of her breasts, holding them, squeezing them. He slid farther down her body and gathered her breasts together. One thumb went over a peak, hardening it. Then his mouth descended and he sucked lightly, causing exquisite ripples of pleasure to spread from her breast to her already aching core.
She could not stop herself from arching against him, desperate for more, feverishly pushing her nipple at his mouth.
But he lifted his head, pulled his mouth away, seared her with the heat in his gaze. “You like that, Henrietta? You like me holding your teats, kissing and suckling them? You like knowing these beautiful breasts drive me mad with desire? Make me hard as a rock when I see them or touch them or even think about them?”
“I . . . like . . .” Her speech was leaving her as it so often did when her passion was whipped into a frenzy by her husband’s touch.
“I know what you like.” His large hands curved around her breasts, exerting a bit more pressure, the squeezing coming closer to a kneading. “I know what you like, my irresistible, irrepressible, wanton wife.”
He put his head down, his nose skimming over the skin in the valley where her breasts met as he pushed them together. He inhaled deeply and kissed her there. “So sweet.”
“Oliver,” she bleated, wild now for something more, raising her hips, searching, wanting, needing.
He gripped her thighs forcefully together with his own legs and pushed her pelvis back down as he took the other breast into his mouth and began to suck.
Her hands sunk into his silky, raven hair and he responded by worrying at her nipple with a bit more ferocity, grazing it with his teeth and sucking at it sharply.
“Oliver. I need . . . you.”
He looked up at her but did not stop his attentions to her breast, raising his eyebrows slightly.
She bucked. “Need.”
Finally, he released her nipple. “I need, too, Henrietta. I need a taste of you, of your sweetness down below. I need to pleasure you with my tongue.”
He was moving even farther down, his hands still clamped possessively on her breasts, but now his chin was just above her thatch of copper curls and she was moving her knees apart, driven by her hunger to have him between her legs. His cock, his hand, his face, his tongue, his anything.
Settling himself onto the mattress, he released her breasts and brought his arms down and spread her legs even wider.
“I need to see all this beauty you hide here.”
Her entire cleft already felt so swollen and aching and throbbing, desperate for his touch.
“Please,” she whispered as his hands reverently ran over her abundant hips and he kissed the tender curves at the tops of thighs, right next to her sex. “Please.”
“As you wish.”
