“You know there are measures we can take to ensure you don’t get with child?”
“Yes, and I think, for now, we should use them, don’t you?”
“For as long as you wish, my love.” He halted and held her gaze. His brown eyes deep pools filled her need. “Are you sure this is what you want, Clarissa?”
“I’m very sure.”And the sooner the better.
He dropped her on the bed, then began stripping off his clothes in double-quick time.
Clarissa made fast work of removing her own clothes. She paused to take in his glorious, muscled body and stroke her hands over his broad shoulders. Her body tensed and heated. His delicious sandalwood and citrus scent teased her nose.
Francis looked his fill, and his cock grew larger.
With a gentle pressure on her shoulder, he guided her back onto the feather mattress, and followed her down into the bed’s warm embrace.
Clarissa held out her arms to him and he gathered her to his chest. Their mouths met in single-minded eagerness. Their lips slid together, teeth nipped, and tongues licked. He tasted of tea cakes and wine.
Her heart pounded against her ribs. The only sound was their rapid breathing as they explored each other. Her hands glided over the ridges and planes of his chest and abdomen, savoring his muscles.
His mouth found her hardened nipples and gave them his thorough attention, sending hot arrows of arousal through her, igniting her body, making her a panting ball of want. Finally, his hand cupped her mound and his fingers worked their tantalizing magic, inflaming her body with need.
Clarissa vibrated with need for him. Now. Her hand found his engorged cock and stroked over it.
Francis groaned. He leaned across her and from a bedside drawer, retrieved a French letter like the one Jane had shown her, and smoothed it over his member, tying its ribbons to keep it in place.
Pleased that he was a man of his word, Clarissa looped a foot around his leg and urged Francis back into her arms. He complied, lying half on her, his weight pressing her deeper into the soft mattress.
He kissed her deeply. His erection was hard and heavy against her thigh, revealing his eagerness, but still he didn’t rush her. “Are you sure this is what you want?” His fingers teased her folds, plying the wetness there, foreshadowing what was to come.
She panted with need. “I want everything you can give me, Frank,” she said, her voice breathy and insistent.
He grinned at her. “I’m only too happy to oblige.”
“Fill me, Frank,” she demanded. “Make me yours.”
He positioned himself at her entrance.“At your command, my lady,” he said breathlessly, and entered her smoothly.
With the tightness came a flicker of discomfort.
Seeing her reaction, he held himself still, clearly not wanting to hurt her.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed.
“I want you to enjoy this experience. This is our first coupling in what I hope will be a long lifetime of shared loving.”
“And it’s going to be wonderful.” She squirmed a little under him. “Don’t hold back, Frank. It’s now or never.”
He pushed in completely and paused.
She tensed for a moment, then urged him onward with her ankles around his legs. Francis began to thrust and with a moan she joined his rhythm.He had begun with a gentle rhythm, but she urged him on until he was pounding into her.
Yes!She relished the tightness and the feeling of completeness from sharing this physical expression of love. With Francis inside her, she felt whole.
There was nothing gentle about their lovemaking. It was too raw, too hard-won, too precious for that. They had retrieved their future from the brink of despair and she had no desire for delicacy or niceties.
Clarissa’s sighs turned to achy gasps until she came witha longbreathymoan of satisfaction as her body exploded with pleasure.
Moments later,Francis groaned his completion and collapsed on top of her,kissing her deeply. They rolled onto their sides and held each other, breathless and exhilarated.
