Page 51 of Lady, Behave
“Only me.” He curved his fingers around inside her.
She gulped in frantic need. Somewhere, somehow, he’d lost the satin banyan. She saw him naked before her. A dashing sight. His passion molten and urgent on his face. His body supple. And within reach, his manhood huge and rigid.
“I’m yours,” he told her in that dark voice of possession. “Take me in hand, and I will show you.”
Her hand shook, but her mind was firm. Eager. Hungry. She circled her hand around his rod.
He covered her hand and urged her to massage him.
She watched him, her husband of hours, as he taught her the way to pleasure him. And in the pleasuring, she gushed with her own desire for him and could do naught but pant.
“Come closer,” he whispered. “Now, put me inside you.”
She wiggled closer, needy, delirious to have him.
Her head fell back at the heat of him, the size, the rapture of him.
He inched forward and back.
“No! Don’t go”
He gave a little laugh and drove inside her further.
“Oh. That. Is. Ahhhh.”
He chuckled. Then he stood with her in his arms, and with his manhood firmly inside her, he strolled. Oh my, did he saunter to the bed, and there he sat with her atop him and pushed himself more deeply inside her.
“You are talented, my husband.”
“You give me inspiration, my wife.”
She licked her lips. “Can I give you more?”
He hooted. “Eternally!” At once, he rolled her to the linens and pushed her up to spread her on the bed. In the doing, he had left her.
She glanced down to see how he still stood high and proud and wanting. But she also saw the evidence that she had been whole, untouched, her innocence given only to her husband. She smiled up at him, and he grinned, rejoicing with her. “Will you come inside again, please?”
He took himself in hand and slowly sank inside her, and at his hilt, she wept two happy tears.
She was not sore. She was not pained.
“I love you,” she whispered.
He showed her by his tenderness that he claimed her as his mate.
“My love, my everything,” he said against her ear after she had been spent, and he had, too.
*
Through the night,he took her to new vistas, each with utmost care. Sitting in the bed, her elegant legs spread wide in abandon, he took her slowly to a new paradise he discovered with her. Hours later, the dawn sunlight shimmering over her gilded torso, he showed her the way to quick hard rapture. At midday, he arranged her just so and performed the act that had so excited him and her the night of the musicale.
No woman had ever satisfied him like this.
She grasped him to her afterward and did him the compliment to come a second time with him inside her. She was his darling, generous and giving. He drew away, exhausted, proud of his foresight to leave his vain pursuits behind and marry her.
At noon, he rose and rang the pull for his valet.
He ordered coffee and a full breakfast. One large bath. For two, he thought.
