Page 80 of The Secret of the Dashing Detective
“Thank goodness we were married today,” he growled, “for I could not have spent another night without you in my bed.”
He continued to ravage her mouth while his hands ran over her entire body, discovering new things that he seemed to like. She explored him in turn, until she reached the fall of his breeches and had to lean down and do her very best to unfasten them. She tried to ignore the fact that her fingers were shaking slightly, but he must have noticed for he eventually reached down to help her. When he was finally free, she found what she was looking for, closing her fingers around him, stroking him from root to tip. She had no idea if she was doing it right or not, but he threw back his head and began to groan so she figured something must feel good.
He didn’t spend long simply enjoying, however, for before Juliana knew what was happening, his mouth was around one of her breasts, pulling, teasing, every piece of her body on edge, waiting. When he left one breast, he went to the next, using his fingers on the first so it didn’t feel neglected.
She couldn’t help but arch up into him, needing more, although this time she knew exactly what she wanted. His fingers slid from her breast, all the way down the front of her body, until they rested on the very place she yearned for him. Then Matthew parted her and began stroking in between her legs.
She continued to knead him in turn, satisfied to hear that his breath was coming as fast and as hard as her own.
A throbbing began between her legs, which he answered by brushing over the small spot that seemed to make her feel absolutely everything. He slipped a finger into her and she moaned, which seemed to be enough for him. She lifted her hips up to him, ready for him to give her something besides his fingers, but instead he rocked them into her a few more times until she went over the edge, her entire world exploding and then coming back together again.
He began to whisper in her ear, words that she knew no lady should hear, but then, she was not just any lady, now was she? She had proven that today.
“You are perfection,” he said, as he seemed fascinated by her breasts in front of him, and she strained up toward him, letting him take his fill. He shifted so that he was right between her legs, his cock probing against her.
“Are you ready?”
“Absolutely,” she said enthusiastically, and then he began to slide into her with a long groan. Juliana pulled her knees up to allow him easier access.
“You are so tight,” he said with a groan.
“I’m sorry.”
“No!” he practically shouted. “It’s a good thing. Am I hurting you?”
Juliana shook her head rapidly. If she thought he had been panting before, now he could barely catch his breath. He began to pull out and then push in, slowly at first, until Juliana responded with a grin and told him now amazing it was. Now that she had relaxed around him, it began to feel better and better, until tears were leaking out of her eyes at the exquisiteness. She let her nails press into the tops of his shoulders as he began to move faster and faster still until the sensation inside of her was building again. He must have sensed it, for he leaned down into her as his hard chest rubbed against her breasts.
“I love you,” he groaned, and then with one final plunge, he shouted her name and she lost control again as she allowed the indescribable sensations to take over. He rocked in and out a few more times until he stilled, not moving within her at all as they revelled in what they had just experienced.
They held each other as they came down from their high, until they were left lying together, sated, with their torn wedding clothes scattered around them.
“There is one thing I can tell you with all certainty,” Juliana said, turning her head to look at him with a smile.
“What’s that?” he asked, rolling onto his side and wrapping an arm around her.
“There is nothing that can be better than that. Not even lily-scented hot baths or jewel-encrusted gowns, or meals created by a French chef. Thank you.”
“Why you are very welcome,” he said with a grin as he winked at her. “Now, if you liked it so much, why don’t we do it again?”
And they did.
EPILOGUE
TWO WEEKS LATER
There had been a few instances when Matthew had been nervous walking into Warwick House. Namely, when he came to see Juliana knowing he loved her but didn’t think he could have her, and when he and Juliana had come to declare their love to her family.
But tonight, he was nervous for an altogether different reason.
He looked over at the woman on his arm. His wife.
“What do you think?” he asked, his heart in his throat. “Do you miss this?”
She turned from him to look up at Warwick House, the smile remaining on her face one of happiness and joy, with no note in her expression of any regret or longing.
“The only thing I miss is seeing Emma and Prudence every day,” she said. “But the fact that I am able to spend much of my days – andallof my nights – with you makes up for it. Besides, I visit them nearly as often as Emma used to visit me before we lived together.”
Matthew squeezed her arm into his side. “I am glad to hear it.”
