Page 55 of King of Rogues
“Because I have fantasized about our first time more than you can imagine. Over time things have become quite detailed in my mind. You wearing your stockings is definitely something I need. Please, Naomi. For me,” he said, his voice gruff with hunger.
Naomi let her hands fall away. “I would do anything for you, my love. Just don’t make me wait.”
Monsale quickly toed off his boots. But when he reached for the placket of his trousers and slipped the buttons open, Naomi had her first real moment of doubt. His erection bobbed free, and she gasped. It was larger than she had imagined it would be, and thick.
Just trust him. He will know what to do.
Her bravado was beginning to falter by the time the last of her undergarments hit the carpet, but fortunately, she didn’t have time to let shyness set in. Monsale scooped her up in his arms and carried Naomi over to the bed. He lay her down on the coverlet, then climbed on after her.
“I love you,” he said. His words warm and reassuring, gave Naomi all the encouragement she needed.
Their mouths fused in a scorching kiss, tongues tangling. She was greedy, aching with need, wanting nothing more than to feel his hands on her heated flesh. To give herself to this man.
“So beautiful,” he whispered as his gaze settled on her naked breasts. “I can’t begin to tell you the number of times I have stared at the bodice of your evening gown, all the while mentally tugging down the top and baring you to my sight. And while I have imagined that your nipples would be magnificent, the reality is beyond words. May I touch them?”
The reverence in his voice was so profound. This was the real Andrew McNeal, her Monsale. The man no other woman would ever know.
Her rosy buds hardened into peaks, desperate for his touch. “I think I might die if you don’t. So, yes please.”
Naomi shivered as Monsale brushed a thumb lightly back and forth over her flushed, pink skin. He bent his head and taking one of her sensitive buds into his mouth, gently sucked. Her back arched off the bed. This was heaven.
“Oh god…”. Naomi gasped as she speared her fingers into her husband’s hair, desperate to hold him in place.
“You like me doing that, good. I want to know everything that pleasures you, my love.”
Then he went back to teasing her breasts. Licking, sucking, and to her, delighted surprise lightly nipping them. If he was this skilled when it came to simply toying with her nipples, she dared not think how masterful he would be when it came to the act of lovemaking.
She released him from her grip and as Monsale lifted his head, he asked. “Are you ready to take the next step?”
Naomi nodded. “I am yours. I want you to explore and lay claim to every inch of me. And I want to do the same to you.”
His knee pushed her legs apart, and Naomi took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. All thoughts of relaxation quickly fled her mind as Monsale pressed his thumb deep into her sex and began to stroke. “Monsale,” she groaned.
Her head fell back against the pillow as the first wave of exquisite sexual release washed over her. When he drew his fingers back, they brushed over her swollen bud, sending sparks of pleasure to her brain. She had been a fool to worry about her first time, he knew exactly what he was doing.
A sensual game of tease and reward quickly ensued. Every time Naomi let out a sob of need, Monsale rewarded her with a kiss and soft words of encouragement. “That’s it, show me how much you want this, my love.”
“It feels so good,” she whimpered.
“I want your body to burn with desire every time I touch you. For you to crave the climax that only I can give you. As my wife, you have the right to demand it of me. Whenever and wherever you want it, you only have to ask. I am yours in all things.”
“Take me. Make me yours,” she begged.
Monsale withdrew his hand from her throbbing, wet core. The hard length of his cock pressed against her inner thigh as he shifted and settled between her legs. Naomi was as ready as she would ever be for this, their first time.
“I will be as gentle as I can,” he said.
Naomi closed her eyes as Monsale slowly pushed in, stretching her sheath. There was a small pinch, and then the wonderful sensation of him being inside her.
“Oh, my god. Monsale,” she groaned.
He slid his cock most of the way back out, then stilled. “Are you alright my love?”
She slapped her hands on his hips and pulled him toward her. “Never better. Now make it good. Make me forget all those nights when I only had my hand and thoughts of you to bring me to climax.”
He came back to her, rocking his hips slowly in and out, grinding against her swollen nib as his thick erection filled her once more. They soon created a sweet rhythm. Monsale plunging into her heat, while Naomi met his every thrust with her sobs and cries of need.
The tension built to a familiar peak, and she knew she was close.
