Page 73 of Daring the Forbidden Earl
Mark flashed a wolfish grin. “I believe our ‘Bedchamber Guardian’ said that was part of the thrill,” he replied, referring to the sample from Nora’s new book. “But fear not, for I have located a suitably secluded spot, where we will not be disturbed.”
It was a tepid night, with a full moon shining down upon the beautiful, countryside landscape. They had journeyed away from Gretna Green as soon as the wedding was complete, so they might enjoy a honeymoon of sorts in the northern wilderness.
Truly, Johanna did not know if she would ever grow tired of the expansive stretches of lush greenery, or the rolling hills, or the wildlife that ran freely across the fields. It made her feel somewhat reluctant to return to London, for the air here was crisp and clean, and there was always some new marvel to inspire awe within her.
“Are you certain you know where you are going?” Johanna laughed brightly, content to follow him wherever he went.
Mark paused for a moment. “I think it is this way.”
Apparently satisfied that he was not lost, he tugged on her hand and urged her through a peaceful glade, where wood pigeons cooed in the branches.
Reaching the other side, and keeping to an overgrown path between towering oaks, they emerged upon a riverbank. Reeds swayed in the gentle breeze, and Johanna could hear the occasional splash of a fish swimming up to snare a nocturnal fly for its supper.
“This is the perfect place,” Mark declared, leading her a few steps further up the bank. A sheltered ring of natural stones surrounded a mossy patch of soft grass, and it appeared this was to be the site of their wild experimentation.
Panting slightly from the exertion of the walk, Mark sat down upon the mossy ground and pulled Johanna down with him. She squealed with delight as she landed on top of him, her backside nestled in his lap.
“I love you, Sweeting,” he purred, brushing his fingertips through her long, loose hair.
She smiled back and looped her arms around his neck. “As I love you, my darling.”
“My radiant, divine wife.” He dipped his head to kiss her throat, prompting her to arc her neck back.
“My daring, mischievous husband,” she replied, licking her lips in anticipation.
Slowly, tantalizingly, his kisses trailed lower to the neckline of her gown. Tugging the fabric aside, he lavished her breasts with his tongue, his lips, his ardor, turning her into a bundle of gasps and shivers as his mouth drew in her taut, ready nipple and sucked gently.
Shifting in his lap, she wrapped her legs around his waist and ran her fingers through his hair, tugging slightly with every strained gasp he elicited from her throat. He only needed to kiss her, and her body began to spark and pulsate, stoked with a passionate fire. When it went beyond kissing, it was as though the world itself melted away, leaving only an inferno of frenzied, delicious pleasure.
“Did you follow the instructions?” Mark rasped against her neck, as his hand slipped beneath the fabric of her skirts. A pleased smile tugged at the corners of his lips as his fingertips brushed the warm, silken heat of her sex.
She inhaled sharply, biting her bottom lip as a bolt of bliss shot through her abdomen, tightening the muscles in the most exquisite way. “I did… as instructed,” she confirmed, though he already knew that.
“My remarkable goddess,” he purred, circling the small rise of her secret bud, until she was quite certain that every woodland creature could hear her moans of passion.
Unable to endure the blissful torment of anticipation a moment longer, she reached down between her thighs and sought out the fastening of his trousers. Deftly, she undid it, and tugged down on the waistline until his trousers were partway down his thighs.
He smiled at her. “Are you no longer afraid someone might discover us?”
“It is not that I am not afraid, my darling.” She grinned back. “It is that I no longer care.”
Reaching up a hand to cup her face, he brought her mouth down toward his and caught it with his lips. Entirely lost in their own world, their mouths danced a familiar waltz, moving in perfect harmony, as their tongues explored.
Indeed, Johanna was so lost in their sensual kiss that she did not feel him lower his hand to his hardened manhood, until she felt the engorged head slide along her silken heat, seeking out her tempting entrance.
“Oh… Oh, Mark,” she panted, pushing her hips forward until she had him cradled on the threshold. “I want to feel you, my love. I want to feel all of you.”
He pressed his lips to hers and, at the same time, slid himself inside her welcoming warmth. She cried out against his mouth as she sank down upon the rest of him, until he was buried to the hilt within her. After so many years without this ecstasy, she knew she would never be able to get enough of this overwhelming, inexplicably divine sensation.
“Johanna… My sweet, sensual… remarkable wife,” Mark groaned against her lips, as she began to rock her hips back and forth. With every movement, she drew her heat away from his length, before pushing back against him, feeling him fill her with every matched thrust.
Soon enough, she was undulating with utter abandon, riding toward the crashing peak of her euphoria. All the while, Mark covered her in searing kisses, until she felt as though her skin were entirely ablaze.
“Oh… Oh… Oh my goodness.” Johanna clung onto him for dear life as she felt the wave rising inside her, surging toward her conclusion. Truly, she had quite forgotten that she was out of doors, where anyone could happen upon them. For no one else existed, when it was just the two of them, wrapped up in one another like this.
Her hips moved faster, her pleasure growing with the volume of her cries. Until, at last, she felt her body crest that delirious wave. Practically howling out her ecstasy, she slowed the roll of her hips as bliss pulsed through her in ripple after delicious ripple, making her thighs shake and her body quiver.
A moment later, Mark lightly nipped at her shoulder as his arms wrapped tightly around her. He lifted up his hips once, twice, thrice, as her clenched muscles milked him to his own conclusion.
