Page 60 of Beauty and the Rake
She felt herself flush. Now why was she acting like a virgin bride? She and Graham had been intimately involved, so what was this about?
Graham caught her face, which had reddened, and barked out a laugh. “Besides the obvious.”
“Um, no. Nothing comes to mind now, and it would depend on how much time you have.”
The pad of his thumb drew circles on her cheek. “I have all the time in the world for you.”
“Flattery will get you everything.”
He arched a brow and smiled. “That’s what I was hoping.”
“You certainly are full of yourself today.”
“That’s because I just married the woman of my dreams. I never thought this day would come.”
The carriage slowed and turned into the short drive of Roxanne’s new home. As the vehicle came to a stop and the door opened, she noted the staff was lined up for her to meet. She was the countess and woman of the house, and she knew it would take a while to settle in. Names of the staff would come to her in time. She imagined some of them might be as nervous as she was.
Graham stepped out of the carriage and waited for her. He took her outstretched hand and helped her from the carriage where he led her a short distance to where everyone was waiting. He started by introducing Roxanne and then, with the aid of the butler, began to walk and greet staff members. It went better than he imagined, and he noticed his bride listening closely as the butler gave her a description of what each staff member did.
Looking around the reception hall, Roxanne tried to take in details she might need later. No expense had been spared when the house was built, and she knew only the best was chosen. She looked around for Graham who was in discussion with the butler and housekeeper. Whatever they were discussing didn’t seem dire. She figured he was just going over details of the next couple of days.
He walked across the hall to where she stood. “I was just going over dinner and details. Would you care to go upstairs?”
“Yes, it’s been a long day and it’s barely past noon.”
He placed his hand on her elbow and led her up the grand staircase to the family rooms. They continued to the next level where the family bed chambers were. Leading her down the hall, he stopped in front of what was her suite. “Would you like to freshen up?”
“I would like to change into something more comfortable.” She could tell he understood her meaning and tried not to smile.
“I’ll be in my rooms. Just enter through the adjoining door when you’re ready.” With that, he opened the door, then kissed her as she began to pass by him.
She slipped out of her shoes and walked about the room. It was quiet, but she had given her lady’s maid two days off. Unheard of, but she didn’t want to chance her and Graham’s intimacy being disturbed or seen by anyone. This was their time, and since they were postponing their wedding trip, they needed as much time alone as they could possibly manage.
She made her way to the dressing room and undressed. She picked up a gown and nightrail her maid had put aside while she was unpacking Roxanne’s clothes while the wedding was going on. She put it on and looked into the mirror. The gown was off-white and was prettier than she remembered. She nodded, giving her approval to the woman in the mirror.
Sitting down at her vanity, she unpinned her hair, and, deciding to wear it loose, she picked up the brush and began to brush it. Applying some perfume and adding some rouge to her lips, Roxanne decided she was happy with what stared back at her, though she silently cursed her sweaty palms. She dried them off with a towel and rose from her chair.
Deciding there was nothing further she could do, she crossed the room to the adjoining door. Holding the handle, she attempted to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge. It was locked. She knocked on the thick door, hoping to gain Graham’s attention, but got no response. Surely, he must be wondering where she was or what was taking her so long.
There was only one other thing she could try and that was to go out in the hall and walk to his door. She figured it would be unlocked. Opening her door, she stuck her head out in the corridor to make sure there was no one wandering around. She bolted out of her room to his door. She tried the door, but it was locked and again he didn’t answer her knocks.
She concluded he must be taking a bath, so she went back to her room and began looking around for a key. There had to be one near the door. There was nothing above the door and further detection led her to the writing desk. Roxanne had noticed a small bowl perched to one side of the desk. She looked into the blue bowl and at the bottom, a key waited. She took it back to the door and inserted it in the lock. The door swung open, and she walked through. Graham was nowhere to be found until she walked to the bed and found him lying onhis stomach, and naked as he was the day he was born, snoring. She smiled, unsure what to do next. Quietly she walked through the two rooms before deciding that she too was tired. There was certainly more than enough room on the bed for them both. Perhaps a quick nap was what she needed as well.
Not wanting to wake him by moving the covers about, she removed her slippers and arranged herself on the bed near him. The next thing she remembered was the feel of his hot breath on her neck as he kissed and nuzzled her. If he was trying to awaken her, his efforts were working. He lifted himself to his knees and quickly, with hands holding her tightly, moved her to the middle of the mattress.
He mounted her, bending her knees and then grasping her shins. Never had she felt as exposed as he looked her over. Cock in hand he sank into her. She was his, and he was letting her know she was not only his wife, but also his lover. He pounded into her as hard as he could, taking her in deep, hard strokes.
Roxanne began to feel something inside, her body needing and wanting more as she succumbed to the intensity of the orgasm he gave her. He continued to thrust hard and deep before he shuddered into her the next few times. His cock jerked inside her as her inner muscles clutched him.
“That was incredible,” he said hoarsely as he rolled off of her and tucked her against his body.
His hands wandered. He could certainly turn it on and off at will. A gentleman one moment, a demanding lover the next. He took a nipple between his teeth and slowly bit down. The combination of teeth and his beard prickling her skin sent her to another realm.
He stared down at her, his dark hair falling forward. He could be dangerous and dominant if he wanted to be. He sucked at one of her nipples again until it was hard. His mouth pulled away from her breasts and moved down her body. When hereached his intended destination, he spread her legs wide as he dipped his mouth to her cunny. That same feeling began to overcome her. Rather than helping her finish whatever this was he’d started, he stopped and sat, his hard cock in his hand as he pulled it.
“Open your mouth. I want to teach you what pleases me.”
Eyes wide open, she stared but accepted him as he buried his cock deep in her mouth. He began to push then withdraw his cock in slow, precise movements. It was natural, a part of their essence. She found her tongue darting over his hardness.
