Page 55 of In Compromise with the Earl
She tightened her grip on him. “Shall I stop?”
“I love how you touch me,” he murmured while lifting her to his chest. “But I have something better in mind.”
Aphrodite let herself surrender to the kiss, his soft lips meeting hers as he pulled her against him, her full breasts pressed into his muscular chest. His tongue made its way into her mouth, and she eagerly kissed him back, soft moans escaping her throat as his tongue dueled with hers.
His thumbs strummed her nipples as they traded places She struggled against him. “Oswald, I need—”
“I know what you need.” His eyes had gone dark, burning up with desire. A moan left her as his finger traced her opening “You ache here, don't you?”
“Y…yes.”
His finger left her, replaced by a broader, thicker length. “Breathe, Sweetling. It gets easier.”
The head of his member notched against her opening, setting off shocking waves of pleasure. Instinctively she knew that pure bliss lay inches away but there was going to be some pain first. Her back bowed a little and her fingers dug into his shoulder as his engorged tip burrowed against her entrance.
He went slowly allowing her body to adjust to his with tortured minutes of delicious stretching. The hot, thick glide of him inside her body had her breath catching, then he laid his mouth over her moments before his hips snapped in.
Tears spilled from her eyes as the pain started to ebb inside her. Oswald had pulled away to kiss her chin, her cheek, her ear. “Breathe, Sweetling, it’ll pass. If it’s too much, I’ll stop—”
“No,” Aphrodite stopped him, while dropping a kiss on his jaw. With his body caging her, with him inside her, she felt filled so completely that her heart took on another rhythm. “Don’t stop. I want this, I want you.”
Wrapping her legs around his lean hips, she encouraged him. “Make love to me.”
“My pleasure, Sweetling,” he promised. Gently, Oswald began to move inside her. Slow, steady thrusts that peeled away her last shreds of innocence and replaced it with utter bliss.
His dark eyes left her face only when he ducked his head to kiss her neck or suckle her nipples. A rich flush spread across his face and the force and pace of his lovemaking intensified.
She moaned as the sensations built, different and more intense than before. Seeking relief from the tension, she instinctively raised her hips to meet his rhythm. He was pounding into her, harder, deeper, her breasts swaying from the power of each thrust while white hot heat snaked up her spine.
Suddenly, his plunge nudged a place deep inside her and Aphrodite’s vision blurred; a dam burst open within her. She heard her own muffled scream as she tipped over the edge again, her body clenching on his shaft, the sharp bite of bliss almost too much to bear.
“Come again, Aphrodite,” he grated out, his grip firm on her leg, while his hips pounded into her. “Come with me this time.”
Digging her fingers into him, her back arched and she moaned as the scintillating sensations built, different and so much more intense and sharper than before. She raised her hips to meet his rhythm while her blood quickened and the inferno inside grew.
“Oh, Oswald, yes—” The first spasm of capitulation had her back snapping off the bed, he pounded into her, her passage a vice grip around his length. Heat sizzled down his spine and exploded from his stones, his seed boiling up his shaft and flooding her passage while the rapture stole her senses.
After their breaths evened out, he slipped out of the bed, and came back with a damp cloth, wiped off the excess sweat from her and did away with it. When he slipped back beside her, Aphrodite tilted her lips up for a kiss.
Later, as they lay on their sides, facing each other, he skimmed his knuckles against her jaw. “I'd say that was worth the wait, wasn’t it?” he murmured.
“Very much so,” she replied, tracing circles on his chest. “You’re quite skilled. I never thought I could…twice.”
His hand trailed over her arm. “It happens, most women can, well if you have a partner that knows what he’s doing.” Looking into his wife’s sated eyes, he murmured, “And I love how naturally you respond.”
Resting her hand over his heart, she smiled, “I cannot take all the praise. You woke something in me.”
“As you’ve done to me,” Oswald replied, sliding a hand into her hair. “As turbulent as our start was, something good will come from this.”
“Hmm,” she replied. “You mean children?”
He tensed a little. “That too, but I mean us, our connection. It’s not as stained as I thought it would be. We understand each other, well to a degree. I suppose the tests will come as the days go by.”
“Not anytime soon, I hope,” her words slurred as she drifted off to sleep. “I want us to stay this way for a while.”
Glancing at her lax face and the sweep of her lashes on her cheek, he smiled, “Me too, Sweetling. Me too.”
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