Page 21 of Desire and Discipline
He meant it. Seeing her hurt last night had been like a knife to the chest… and he would have rather had the knife. It was an easy promise to make since he had no more secrets to hide. He’d been completely open with her about every other aspect of his life.
She studied his expression for a moment, as though she was trying to decide whether or not he was sincere, then nodded her head.
“I believe you. Thank you.” Her lips curved in a small, rueful smile. “I also need to apologize… I should have asked you about your experiences with the Society and what you did there.”
“I probably would not have told you,” he admitted.
“Yes, but then you would have been completely culpable, and I would have been entirely in the right,” she teased.
The ache in his chest eased some more, then loosened entirely as she rolled back toward him, not stopping when she reached his side but pushing him onto his back and straddling his groin. His eyebrows rose along with his hands as they fell to her waist, holding her in position atop his cock, which had gone from half-hard to fully erect.
He wanted to point out that, as the husband, it was his role to take the lead, which made him completely culpable already… but that was not their way. Besides, as already evidenced, he’d done a terrible job of taking the lead. From now on, they would walk as equals outside the bedroom, like their friends and family, and within it, he would follow her direction.
Reaching down to grab the hem of her nightrail, Priscilla pulled it over her head, and dropped the silky garment off to the side.
“Touch me,” she demanded, leaning froward and squirming atop his cock. The underside of it pressed against her wet folds, making him groan and thrust, sliding through the length of her folds. It felt so good and not just physically.
After last night, he craved the intimate connection, the feeling of being inside her, of being connected to her. Feeling her rocking atop him was so close to what he truly wanted.
His hands slid up to cup her breasts, squeezing the soft mounds, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples. Moaning, she leaned forward, seemingly as eager as he was to reestablish their rapport. Their lips met, her body shifting atop his to press his cock to the opening of her pussy, then she sank down on him with an almost desperate urgency.
Groaning against her mouth, he canted his hips upward, thrusting into her as best he could from beneath, thankful that this time, she was allowing him to touch her as much as he wished. He massaged her breasts, caressing and stroking, teasing her nipples, as she began to move up and down atop him, riding him as his hips thrust his cock up into her.
Priscilla
Pressing her hands to her husband’s chest as she rode him, she arched her back to give him better access to her breasts as she pulled away from their kiss. This was the first time they’d ever awoken in the same bed, and his presence at her side had gone a long way to assuage the lingering hurt from the night before. Especially because he had not pulled away this morning… if anything, he’d clearly wanted to hold her closer.
She’d wanted him closer as well.
As close as she could get him.
Which was how she’d ended up taking charge and taking what she wanted from him.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, leaning back to fully seat herself upon his cock, her inner muscles quivering as she clenched around him. It felt good. Right. She rocked, rubbing her sensitive lips and pearl against his hard body, shuddering as his fingers pinched her nipples in exactly the way she liked.
“Priscilla…” He groaned her name in the way he did when he was getting close to culmination.
Thankfully, she was not far off. Rather than slowing down, as she sometimes did when they were making love, she began to rise and fall upon his cock harder and faster. He let out a strangled gasp, his hands closing around her breasts to squeeze with delicious fervor before falling to her hips, where he could dig his fingers in and try to control some of her movements.
Priscilla was not going to be denied. Her own climax was buzzing in her center, the heat and need tightening like a winding spool until it exploded like fireworks inside her. She cried out, throwing her head back and giving over to the sensations with abandon. Rubbing her sensitive bits against him, she clenched and spasmed around his cock.
Beneath her, Joseph writhed with his own passion, thrusting up hard, his fingers digging into her hips as he attempted to hold her still atop him. His cry of ecstasy joined hers as he began to throb inside her, shuddering beneath her with erotic rapture. She ground down on him, rubbing until they were both left gasping and quivering, then she slumped down.
Every part of her felt deliciously sensitive, pulsing, even as he shrank inside her. His fingers stroked up and down her back as their racing hearts and rapid breathing slowed, returning to normal. She could hear his heartbeat where her ear was pressed against his chest, the warmth of his body against hers a soft balm against the doubts that still niggled at her.
A knock at the door reminded them the outside world still existed.
“Do not come in!” Joseph’s shout was half-strangled as the door began to open, and Priscilla started giggling as he yanked the sheets up. There was a surprised exclamation from his valet, who swiftly shut the door with a loud bang.
The poor man. He was going to need to get used to a new way of doing things because Priscilla did not intend to sleep apart from her husband again.
Unless, perhaps, she was very mad at him.
Joseph slumped beneath her again, his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly.
“You will have to tell Carver that he must wait for approval before entering in the mornings from now on,” she said, laughing. She was unbothered. At most, the man might have gotten a glimpse of her bottom, but from the disgruntled expression on Joseph’s face, he was less than pleased. “It is our own fault.”
Huffing a sigh, her husband relaxed his hold on her.
