Page 58 of Romancing the Rifleman
He jerked back as if he’d been stung.“What do you mean, rent a house of our own?”
“Precisely that,” she continued calmly.“Or we could buy one, if something we really like should come on the market.”She gave him a wry smile.“I can certainly afford it.”
His eyes were fixed on the floor.“But Diana, you don’t want to buy a townhouse.To live”—he swallowed thickly, then added in a soft voice—“with me.”
She took his head between her hand and arm, gently turning him to face her.“Yes, Harrington,” she said softly.“I do.”
Honestly, she was starting to grow concerned.She was fairly certain that Harrington’s reticence stemmed from the feelings of unworthiness Izzie and Lucy had warned her about.But what woman could listen to her husband suggest they live apart, even suggest they get anannulment, without it bruising her confidence?
That made what he did next all the sweeter.He grabbed Diana about the waist, hauling her into his lap.She scarcely had time to gasp before his lips came down on hers, hot and eager.
He kissed her until her head spun, then lifted his head.“I can’t believe it.”
Head spinning, she clung to his shoulders for dear life.“Can’t believe what?”
“That you want to go through with it.Ourmarriage,” he clarified in response to her dazed look.He laughed, and this time it was full of joy.“I’m the luckiest man in the world!”
“That’s more like it,” she said, threading her fingers into his hair.“Much better than when you were planning ourannulment!”
His face turned somber.“That has nothing to do with you.You know that, don’t you?”He made an incredulous sound.“I still can’t believe thatyouwould want to be married tome.”
She laughed.“How many climaxes do you have to give me before you realize that there’s something in this arrangement for me?”
A devilish grin snaked its way across his lips.“Perhaps a few more.Let’s try it and see if I can finally convince myself.”
She laughed as he tossed her back on the bed.He rucked her nightgown up as he came to lie beside her.She lifted her hips, eager to help him.In three swift moves, she was completely bare before him while he was fully dressed, but she liked being bare before him.
He kissed her, letting his hands roam everywhere.He soon had her squirming on the bed.She let her thighs fall open as a suggestion, but when he slid down her body, he only made it as far as her breasts.Not that this was a bad thing… at first.He pressed open-mouthed kisses to her soft flesh, and she sighed.He flicked his tongue over her nipples, and she shivered.He suckled her into his mouth, and she moaned.
But he steadfastly ignored her attempts to push him lower, where she was starting to need him rather desperately.
Finally, when she was trembling with pent-up need, she snapped.“Harrington!Why won’t you touch me between my legs?”
He grinned, unrepentant.“I want to see if I can make you come just by touching your breasts.”
“Not,” she said between pants, “before I murder you.Now put your mouth where it belongs!”
If he minded this high-handed treatment, he gave no sign of it.In fact, judging by the moan that escaped his lips, one could be forgiven for assuming that he welcomed it.He slid down, pressing her thighs open and tonguing the little rosebud that was throbbing for him.Diana was so exquisitely aroused, it took her but a minute before she was crying out for him.
He came up and took her in his arms, and Diana thought she might burst with happiness.They were going to make their fake marriage work—she just knew they were.
Buoyed by this sense of optimism, she finally felt courageous enough to try one of the things she’d seen featured in Harrington’s book of naughty prints.
She sat up enough to kiss him, undressing him as she did.He helped with eager hands, and she soon had him bare.She straddled him, rubbing her slick pussy against the underside of his swollen cock.“Doesn’t that feel good?”she whispered.
“Mmm-hmmm,” he moaned, eyes glazed with pleasure.
“Well, you can’t have it.”She nipped at his ear.“Not yet anyway.”
He groaned aloud, and she felt his cock give an eager pulse between her legs.That was… interesting.He seemed toenjoybeing denied.
Filing that information away for future reference, she kissed him again.“But as soon as we get to Town, it’syours.”
She slid down his body, pressing kisses as she went.Kneeling between his legs, she took his cock in her mouth, sliding her hand up and down his length the way he’d shown her.
But this time, she let her hand trail lower.She paused to caress his sack, then brought her hand to the place just behind it.Gathering her courage, she started to rub him there.
The book of prints had shown an image of a woman doing this, massaging her lover behind his ball sack while sucking his cock.The caption had said that some men found this exquisitely pleasurable.As she began rubbing him there, Diana felt a little bit nervous, wondering if her husband would enjoy it and how her attempt at pleasuring him would be received.
