Reade lifted his face from her breasts, a knowing smile curling his lip. She turned her glazed eyes to him.
“When I saw ye on our wedding day,” he told her, his voice raspy with desire, “I had wondered if the hair between your legs was the same color as the tresses upon your head, the color of sweet gingerbread, and if ye would taste as sweet.”
Her mouth dropped open when she watched him lick his fingers that had beenthere, in that private space between her legs.
“Reade! What are ye—” she breathed.
“Nay, sweeter. Sweeter even than honey,” he commented roughly as he turned that sly grin back to her.
“Reade —” she said again, not sure if she was begging him to stop or to continue.
He wiggled down, leaving a trail of kisses down her belly until he reached her woman’s mound. A mix of turbulent pleasure and shock roiled inside her.
He wasn’t going to —
Then he found that bud with his lips and licked.
This time, she screeched.
To continue. She was begging him to continue.
He licked and suckled more deeply until Blair grabbed at his head, trying to find purchase, something to stop her from falling off the bed, off the earth entire.
In a sudden rush she crested, the world and everything in it exploding into a million pieces.
“Oh, God! Reade! Reade!” she screamed as waves of ecstasy pounded throughout her body like the waves of the ocean, drowning her.
Only then did Reade lift his lips away as she slowly careened back to earth.
Reade had gifted herwith pleasure, of that he was certain. Blair’s nails had scraped his scalp as she clung to him, and seeing her face, relaxed and serene after screaming his name, only drove his need higher.
But he had vowed he wouldn’t enter her until he had shown her the joy that might be found in a marriage bed. They might not have had an inauspicious beginning, but between the sheets, much of what complicated their arranged marriage could be forgotten as they found their heights with one another.
And, God save him, he had wanted to ram his cock deep inside her from the moment he had stepped through the door. Then she had wrapped her hand around his cock, and he thought he would spill his seed in her hand as he had in earlier in the garden, like an untried lad.
Focusing on Blair, on her smooth skin, her pert breasts, on the honey between her legs, helped him calm his raging need, at least momentarily.
The moment she came, crying out his name and God’s as he had promised she would, he was done. He had to be inside her, to be one with her, to sink himself as deep as possible.
Blair’s eyes opened to narrow blue slits, and she reached her arms around his shoulders as he adjusted his hips between her legs. While she rode on the coattails of her ecstatic moment, he thrust inside her wet, welcoming sheath, filling her as he drove himself in to the hilt.
He paused in that moment, on his elbows over her and his head bowed, relishing the sensation of her slick warmth surrounding him, gripping him as though to suck him in deeper. She gasped lightly at his invasion, then placed her hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer.
Reade obliged and slowly pumped his hips, dragging his cock in and out of her as he lowered his face to Blair’s. He kissed her lips, and he slowly increased his pace, his kisses deepening and growing more aggressive the faster his hips moved.
She moaned into his mouth and lifted her hips as he thrust, rising to meet him so he might enter faster, sink deeper inside her. When he parted her lips with his tongue, she sucked it into her mouth, mimicking the depth of his cock in her sheath.
Reade lost himself at that moment. Blair instinctively knew the exact way to drive him to the brink. His thrusts became wild, uncontrollable bucking. He had reached the point of no return when his ballocks clenched and his cock flared within her heated folds.
He broke free from her hand and threw his head back, roaring at his peak as his manhood spasmed and spilled his seed inside her.
“Oh, God!”
They had waited too long, and this union had been one of ferocious need and desperate lust. He fit inside her perfectly, as if they had been crafted for each other, and their shared need gave rise to unfathomable passion — a passion Reade hadn’t realized might exist for him.
As the last of his seed ejected from him, he dropped his chest to hers and panted on top of her, mixing their sweat, their musk, and their breathing.
Once Reade’s mind could form rational thoughts again, he admitted to himself that while life outside their chambers might be complicated and problematic, what they shared in their bed was nothing short of glorious.
