He crawled up the bed on his hands and knees until he rested above her on his outstretched arms. Then he leaned down and bussed her kiss-swollen lips.
She responded enthusiastically.
Francis palmed a breast, massaging its roundness and felt his member harden further. He licked and kissed his way down her neck to her breasts, then swirled his tongue over each erect nipple in turn. Clarissa arched her back to thrust them forward for his attention. His breathing became short and fast. Hismouth tracked lower over her belly until he reached the junction of her legs.
She was already slick for him. With mouth and hands, he transformed her into a needy wanton, eager for him.
She climaxed with a ragged gasp and looked up at him with wonder in her eyes. “Oh, Frank, you have surprised me.” Clarissa looked at him with warmth in her eyes.
He chuckled and kissed her deeply. “In a good way, I hope?”
His erection ached for release, but he would not compromise her wish to succeed on the stage by getting her with child. He needed to obtain a French letter as soon as possible.
“The best. And I like you the more for it.”
“Anything for you, Clarissa,” he promised.
“But this can’t be all that coupling involves,” she said, and pulled him on top of her.
“No, it’s not,” he murmured in her ear, then nipped and laved her earlobe. “But if you want to remain child-free, we must be patient until I can obtain the means to protect you,” he said as he rolled off her. His cock jutted against her hip.
She looked down at his rampant member. “There must be some way I can relieve your…um discomfort, as you relieved mine?
“There is, if you don’t mind helping?”
Her eyes glittered with eagerness. “Oh, I would like that,” she purred like a temptress.
He lifted her hand from his chest and settled it around his penis, guiding her hand with his in a slow pump along the shaft.
She looked startled for a moment, then licked her bottom lip as she concentrated on her task.
With his help, she found the perfect rhythm, then he returned his attention to kissing her senseless and working her with his hands. Their moans and panting breaths were the onlysounds in the room. Clarissa’s second climax initiated his own groaning release onto her belly.
He collapsed beside her. “Thank you, my angel,” he murmured against her lips. They shared another long kiss. He drew back to gaze into her darkened eyes, hoping to wordlessly convey all the love he felt for her. After a last sip of her lips, he set to cleaning them both up with a flannel.
Afterwards, she snuggled into the curve of his body with a satisfied sigh before her eyelids drifted closed.
Lying awake beside Clarissa as she slumbered, he savored the afterglow of their lovemaking and wondered at the change in Clarissa’s regard for him following their week apart.
They hadn’t actually discussed their future, only their agreement that they belonged together in a marriage that gave full reign to their mutual desire for each other.He wanted absolutely everything with her.
And it appeared that she wanted the same.
Still savoring the intense pleasure of their lovemaking—far more satisfying than he had ever experienced with his Oxford landlady—Francis closed his eyes and drifted into sleep.
They woke a few hours later. He and Clarissa barely made it to The Regent Theatre on time. As Francis stood in the wings watching her, he could only marvel at the extra sparkle that radiated from her. Clearly, their lovemaking had added a new dimension to her performance.
And the audience lapped it up, if the cheers from the pit and the thunderous clapping from the boxes was any indication. His talented wife thrived on the stage and he now understood why she put herself on display for their hungry attention. It wasn’t about them—it was abouther.Her love of the role; her sense of freedom in character; and of course, the acclaim.
This realization didn’t completely suppress his twinges of jealousy and unease that their cheering instigated. Protecting her was second nature to him now. He hurried to her.
Clarissa changed from her costume immediately after the show, before greeting all her admirers waiting in the communal dressing room. Then, she looped her arm through Francis’s and almost dragged him from the theatre.
As soon as they entered his rooms, they fell on each other, tearing off their clothes. Francis lifted the chemise-clad Clarissa into his arms and carried her into their bedchamber. He dropped her on the feather bed and stripped the last layer from her body.
Her nimble fingers worked on the tapes of his unmentionables, apparently eager to renew her acquaintance with his throbbing member and to repeat the relief she had given him. But first he would enjoy pleasuring her again.
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