Page 22 of Harrowing Hall
“Yes,” she gasped, moving against him, just as desperate. “Please.”
His Maude was every bit as sensual as he knew she would be. Every bit as right in his arms. Against his flesh. So, wasting no more time, never more eager, he pressed into her gently. Slowly. Wanted her to feel only pleasure, not pain.
He bit back a groan as he took her. Felt her tight heat welcome him. When she tensed ever so slightly at first, he kissed her again. Kissed her until she relaxed, spread her legs wider, and took all of him.
She dragged in a choppy breath, her eyes wide before they drifted when he brushed his lips against hers one more time and moved. Thrust slowly. Easy at first. If for no other reason than to last. To make sure she found her pleasure before he did.
What he did not expect but probably should have, considering Maude’s lust for life, was her urging him on. Wanting more. She wrapped her legs around his waist and grasped his shoulders. He knew by the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes that she was surprised by her own actions, yet moments later, she groaned and moved with him.
Moved as he thrust deep time and time again, needing her with a ferociousness that was new to him. Their bodies slicked with sweat, and their breathing grew harsh as they raced toward a pinnacle. Their feelings intertwined with their flesh, and lovemaking became something more intense than he ever could have imagined.
“Blake,” she gasped, wrapping her legs tighter. Confusion and desire fused in her gaze before she began shaking against him. Right there with her, he thrust once, twice, then pressed deep and shook with release when she cried out again.
He held himself deep inside her, trembling, lost in pleasure, until he eventually rolled onto his side and pulled her into his arms. Determined to soothe her, he stroked her hair and held her while her breathing slowed and her shaking subsided.
“That was,” she eventually whispered hoarsely, “nothing like what I imagined.”
“Nor I.”
“No?” He heard the concern in her voice. “Did I not do it correctly?” In proper Maude fashion, she sat up and frowned at him. “I was a bit,” she cleared her throat, clearly uncomfortable, “too familiar, was I not?” She shook her head. “I never should have done that thing with my legs.” She rubbed her fingernails together. “And dear me, I might have hurt you with—”
“Maude?”
She bit the corner of her mouth. “Yes, Blake?”
“The very last thing you did was hurt me.” He trailed his fingers down her arm. “If anything, you did everything absolutely right.” He grinned. “Most perfectly, in fact.” He chuckled, curious despite himself because Maude really could say the most damnable things. “So, what did you think of myprodding?”
“It was everything everyone said it was not.” She met his chuckle, then grew serious. “I found it quite…” Her lustful gaze drifted to his groin. “Quite….”
“Maude?” he asked when her cheeks flushed. She seemed unable to do anything but stare at it in renewed awe, and by God, he found that arousing. Most pointedly when she licked her lips and fanned her face with her hand.
“Maude?” he repeated.
“Yes, Blake?”
“Would you like to—”
“Dear me.” Her eyes rounded on him, then shot back to his member. “Touch it? I probably should not. That would be indecent, yes? Entirely improper as—”
“I was going to say taste—”
“Taste?” Maude’s gaze flew from his member back to him. “Surelynot, husband!” Her eyes narrowed. “For as innocent as I might have seemed this eve, I have heard talk that women put their mouths there.” Her brows shot up, then whipped together in confusion. “Though I have never heard it referred to as tasting.” She shivered in disgust. “Is that not crass? And more than a tad indecent if I were to be honest.” She licked her lips again and considered the situation. Most specifically, his member. “Though I suspect theremightbe something to tasting things on occasion. Just a sampling, of course.”
Blake could not stop laughing if he wanted to as he gestured at the food the servants had so kindly brought up for them earlier. “I meanttastethe food, wife. For I’m sure it is delicious.”
Lord, life was bound to be interesting with his new wife, was it not? Entertaining, to say the least.
“Oh.” Her cheeks grew rosy. “Oh!” She shook her head and put her hand to her chest in remorse. “Dear, yes, we should eat straight away as Ailsa likely worked very hard to make sure this meal was made to perfection with Beitris’s help, to be sure. Then our Donalda undoubtedly put her heart and soul into whatever sweets were provided.” She pressed her lips together, emotional at their thoughtfulness. “Then Ewan, under Finlay’s careful guidance despite all else he saw to tonight, would have seen everything brought up here and excellently presented.”
Naturally, his Maude knew every servant’s name and worried after them.
“Then let us enjoy their efforts.” He gestured that she wait a moment. “But first, one more present.”
“Have you not given me enough already?” she said a little breathlessly when he stood and wrapped his plaid around his waist.
He looked from the rumpled bed coverings to her and winked. “Nothing you have not given me a hundred times over, wife.”
She smiled and blushed but accepted the compliment as he pulled a few garments out of the trunk at the end of the bed. “Here we are.” He held them up, hoping she would like the nightgown and wrapper. “I had them made especially for you.”
