Page 24 of The Captain's Midwinter Bride
“You’ve changed,” he said around her worried flesh.
“Two children do change the body,” she managed to bite out.
“For the better.”
She laughed. “I doubt that.”
“I am in earnest.” Phillip pulled his mouth away from her breast and she whimpered. With flirtatious fingers, he skipped them down her stomach and across her hips, his eyes glued to their movements. “You’re softer. Rounder. So utterly beautiful. I’ve always thought you unspeakably lovely, but now, Lise, you’re a goddess.”
A delighted flush swept over her from the tip of her head to her toes.
“And like a goddess, you deserve to be worshipped,” he rasped as he nudged her thighs wide with his hands and settled his broad shoulders between them.
He’d done this sinful act in the past, but Annalise had never allowed herself to enjoy it. It had felt wicked to revel in the feel of his mouth on her, but this time was different. This time Annalise would not demure. No longer would she be timid in exploring the ways of the flesh. At this moment, she shook with the anticipation of feeling her husband’s mouth on her.
At the first swipe of his rough tongue against her flesh, she cried out, clenching the sheets with her fists.
“Lord, but you taste heavenly.” He nuzzled the inside of her thigh.
Phillip did not give her a moment to respond before he resumed his ministrations, and all of her coherent thoughts ceased. The only thing she was aware of was the feel of him bringing her unending pleasure. When she finally came in a burst of sparks, he crawled up her body and gathered her close to his chest.
“Thank you,” he whispered against her hair.
Frowning, she shook her head. “For what?”
“For welcoming my touch.”
Annalise looked up at him then, twisting her arms around his neck and bringing her breasts to press against his chest. “I crave your touch, and I would like you to touch me some more.”
* * *
Phillip closed his eyes to hide the surge of emotions that her words brought forth.
His body felt like a violin string pulled too taut, at risk of snapping at any moment. But with her taste still on his tongue, and her lush body pressed to his, it took all of Phillip’s willpower not to lay her down and thrust into her. His Annalise deserved better than an animalistic rutting.
Yet when she ran her hands down his back, her nails scoring his skin, before sinking into the rise of his buttocks, Phillip knew he could hold back no longer.
Rising over her, he settled between her legs and rubbed his cock over her, groaning at her wetness.
“I told you I desired your touch.” She pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek before nipping at his ear lobe.
“And I have wanted to touch you since I walked through the front door. I have always wanted to give you everything,” he gasped as he sank into her hot heat.
Annalise arched her back, presenting him with the long column of her throat. He pressed his lips to the spot where her pulse raced and inhaled her intoxicating essence. She smelled of woman and desire and hypnotic abandon. From the very first, she had made him forget all his wants and plans and left him completely enthralled.
“I’ve missed this,” she breathed, her dark eyes glazed over. “I’ve missed you.”
“Not as much as I’ve missed you,” he moaned, gripping her hips and thrusting. “I assure you.”
And then words were no longer possible. Every part of his being was consumed with her. WithAnnalise. She moved with him, tilting her hips to take him deeper, spreading her thighs to wrap them about his waist, running her hands and nails over his shoulders and holding him in a firm embrace. He’d always enjoyed the intimate moments they shared, but never had Annalise been as active, as invested, as she was now. Phillip didn’t know what to think of it, and as he pressed a kiss to her perfect breast, he decided he didn’t care.
Their lovemaking became desperate, as if both of them realized, once again, how very good they were together. Phillip lost himself in the feel of her around him, reveled in how consumed she was with him and his touch. And when she linked her hands with his, their fingers locking together and their palms pressed tight, he looked into her eyes and watched her climax crash over her. As if she acted it on a stage, Phillip experienced her mini death as she moaned and squeezed him in release.
This combined sensory stimulation collided in his lower back, and when she sank her nails into his shoulders as she rode out the last remnants of her release, he plummeted over the edge. Pulling out of her warm body, he spilled his seed over her belly.
They panted their release face to face for several long moments.
“My goodness, that was delightful.”
