Page 101 of Scandalous Heiress
“They are.Some involve chants and that improves one’s ability to hold the pose.”
She licked her lips.“Superb.You must show me how.But for now?Your trousers, sir, must come off.”
He flicked open the clasp on the waistband and pushed down his pants and his underclothes.
She swallowed hard and rubbed her naked thighs together.His hips were lean.His abdomen muscular.His thatch of hair a darker auburn than that on his head.And he was, she could say with certainty, a very impressive man.
She caught his gaze.
“I love you, Ada Cole.”
Tears sprang from her eyes.She caught back a sob and suddenly he was above her, hauling her close, cradling her against his hot skin and sculpted body.
“Look at me.”He turned her face toward him.“My sweetheart, did you think I didn’t?”
She gasped and threw her arms around his neck.“I didn’t know.I wasn’t sure.I—I hoped.”
“Know.Be sure.Let me show you.”He bent over her, spreading kisses along her chin and down her throat, blessing the hollow of her shoulder and the valley between her breasts.His legs between hers, she felt the weight of his manhood and the evidence of his virility.She arched her neck, wanting all of him inside her, around her, possessing her.And then he cupped one breast and took her in his mouth.She undulated, his homage wet and wicked.But then he shifted and took her other breast, this time licking her nipple until she cried out in admiration for his talents.
He gave a little chuckle and nipped her.
“Fiend,” she laughed.
But he slid lower, nuzzling her belly and smiling against her feminine hair.His hot breath fanned her skin.She gulped, thinking he’d go even lower, but he caught her up behind her knees and lifted her legs to wrap around his own.
She sighed, deliciously content, but for only a moment as she knew a wild surge of need for something…something more.
Against her core, she felt the probe of his flesh.
“Look at me.We will do this and we’ll go slowly.You’ll look at me through it all.We’ll do this until you feel only rapture.But you must look at me.”
She nodded.“I trust you.How could I not?”
His features went stark, severe, and he moved forward so that he moved ever so slowly inside her.
“Oh, god.”He said, his head going down against her breastbone, perspiration on his temples.
“What?”Was she not formed the way woman should be?He couldn’t go on?
“You are so ready for me.”He gazed at her, but his eyes lost focus as he took her lips like a man dying.“You’re wet and so warm.”
“That’s good?”
He inserted his penis another inch.“Very good.And more.Very…good.”
She marveled at the girth of him inside her.
At once, he stopped.“And this?”
She feared he’d paused because there was indeed a drastic problem with her.“What?”
“This proves you are all mine forever more.”
Richard had not raped her.She reached up and kissed her husband.“I love you.”
He smiled at her, all beneficence and erotic delight, and then he broke the last barrier to complete union.“I know.Let me show you how that love grows, my darling.”
And for the hours of that afternoon, he took her twice.After dinner, the meal shortened by their haste to have each other again, they hurried upstairs and enjoyed each other once more.They slept, to awaken and caress in the night, too exhausted to make love again.
But as the sun pierced the drapes, she rolled to him and asked for more.If he loved her like that with such unbridled ardor each time they coupled, how could she ever spend an hour without him?
