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He lifted her legs with ease this time, as he had done before, rocked their hips together once, then shifted his body back from hers. She moaned, fearing he was pulling away, but he only shifted their positions. When his lips found her core, she inhaled sharply.
His tongue toyed with her, pleasuring her core as her hands gripped the bedsheets beneath her. He teased her for just a minute with his tongue before his hand moved up the inside of her thigh, the fingers splayed in a teasing touch. His fingers moved, then he slid them toward her center, too, and slipped one inside of her.
Becca’s back arched off the bed. She couldn’t believe they were doing this in Lord Longfellow’s house. It was hardly the first time they had broken the rules together, but to be breaking them now, when they were not even in his home, was a step further than before.
Her whole body trembled with desire for him. She didn’t just want to know this pleasure, but longed to know everything, every part of him.
“Will, please,” she begged.
He broke off from what he was doing and kneeled up. She raised herself from the bed, panting as she tried to catch her breath, then reached for the fastening of his trousers and untied them fast. She pushed the trousers down his hips, releasing his length.
She had seen it before, had the feeling of him inside her before, yet this time, it meant something more.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
He nodded and bent down, kissing her as he kicked off his trousers and let them fall to the floor.
Her legs parted around his hips, and he nudged her entrance, so close to taking her fully.
“Please, Will,” she begged, “please!”
“You do not know what it does to me to hear you begging me in such a way.” He kissed down her neck and up to her lips again. “Say you’re mine, Becca. Say you’re mine.”
“I’m all yours, Will,” she said, not wanting to stop.
I’m yours for tonight.
He slid inside of her, and to her amazement, this time, it didn’t hurt. Her body stretched to accommodate his size, and her legs trembled around his hips. One hand went for his shoulder, to anchor herself to him, as her other hand gripped the bed beneath her, readying herself for a rhythm.
He didn’t hesitate. Moving to his knees, he braced his hands against the bed on either side of her and thrust into her. Their movements were fast, full of heat and passion, and they could not stop touching one another.
Where she started by holding his shoulder, she soon went to explore his chest, reaching up and running her hands down hisback, then to his hips. His own hands went from pulling on her hair playfully, to exploring her breasts, teasing her by squeezing them, though not too tightly.
“Trust me?” he whispered, and she nodded.
He parted from her, and she groaned at the loss of touch. He took hold of her waist and urged her to flip around on the bed so she was on her hands and knees. She did as he wanted, her hips pushed back toward him, then she felt his length nudge her once again. She stared forward, looking down at the way her hands screwed themselves up in the bedclothes, preparing her for his entrance.
This time, it was even more vigorous than before as he slid into her repeatedly, and she loved the firmness of it. With each brush of his hips, she felt the pleasure inside of her spiking more and more. She could feel every part of him, and every time he entered her, she moaned increasingly.
“Will,” she started to say his name as she neared her edge.
He rocked into her even faster now; the movements were shorter, the pleasure somehow more concentrated because of it.
“Will!” she cried out his name louder as that wave of pleasure suddenly hit her. She bucked back against him as her body closed around him. She moaned aloud, her body dithering as hedrove through her wave. She was still basking in the glory of the feeling, her whole body tingling when he pulled out of her.
As before, he finished himself outside of her. His seed spilled into the bedsheets, and he tipped his head back, moaning with the movement.
Not wanting to be away from him, she turned to face him, reached up, and kissed him, even as he was still finishing. His hand moved from his length to her waist, and the two of them fell together on the bedding, curling up with one another.
They kept kissing for some time, occasionally passionately, and other times sweetly, softly, their hands running over one another.
“I wish,” he began slowly, breathing deeply as she curled into the side of his chest. “I wish we could marry, Becca. I wish we could be like this all the time.”
She closed her eyes tight, feeling the tears threaten to fall.
Chapter 25
“Are you ready for this?” Lord Longfellow asked, clapping William on the shoulder.
