Page 44 of Moonlight Encounter
A loud wail ensued, and Aidan chuckled and winced simultaneously. If Smythe or his servants entered the family hall, they would quickly depart when they overheard the loud antics in Gwen’s bedroom.
Doing his best not to hear Trafford’s voice instructing him as he carried out the suggested methods, Aidan swirled his tongue over Gwen’s swollen pearl, flicking and sweeping rhythmically while she keened and moaned, her legs open in invitation as he invaded her most private region with determined lapping.
Her breathing grew more and more labored, her hips moving urgently on the bed until, finally, she wailed loudly once more and stiffened with her hips thrust up toward his questing mouth.
Like the tide gently receding from the shore, she relaxed, falling back onto the bed as her panting slowed. Aidan pulled away, stumbling onto the floor to work the buttons of his buckskins. On the bed, Gwen turned her head and languidly opened her eyes to watch him. Her eyes focused on the straining against his falls, curiosity in her expression.
Aidan finally got the breeches undone, pushing them and his small clothes over his hips to reveal his hardened cock. Gwen’s eyes widened, and she began to reach out a hand, but Aidan drew back in mild alarm. He needed to finish this, and if she touched him …
He stepped out of the pool of garments, returning to lower himself over her flushed body and quickly overcome at the softness of her creamy skin against him. The golden freckles he had dreamed about spread in every direction, and he wished he had the patience to trace every one with hismouth, but his need to join with her was all he could think about.
“This might hurt, sweetheart.”
Her eyes were a vivid blue when she nodded. “I know.”
Aidan took his length in hand, carefully guiding himself to her honeyed entrance, slick with arousal from his ministrations, and he found himself headily proud of his achievement. That he had brought her mindless, keening pleasure. However he completed this, he had succeeded in bringing his Venus to the peaks of pleasure.
Gwen was a passionate woman, highly responsive to his prior kisses and to his inexperienced efforts, which was profoundly gratifying. Trafford had assured him that bringing her to her peak before completing the deed would ease what was to follow, and Aidan hoped he was right because he hated the thought of causing her pain.
Pushing forward, he invaded her quivering channel as Gwen gasped and shut her eyes tightly, seating himself all the way inside her before coming to a complete stop.
Lands! Stopping was the hardest thing he had ever done! Feeling her wrapped tightly around him, at once soft and tight, hot and wet, he wanted to thrust decisively and find his pleasure. He had never experienced such a euphoria, finally making love to a woman but being forced to remain still.
Aidan was a hot-blooded male. He had always been interested in females, but he had never been able to bring himself to take advantage of any of the women he had encountered in the past. It should mean something, and women were vulnerable within their society. The idea of paying coin had been abhorrent, the concept of keeping a mistress despicable. He could not father bastard children with a woman he claimed to have affection for, as did many men of their set. And if he cared for a woman, he could not, of course, take advantage of her or ruin her. The only honorable option hadbeen to wait until he found a true mate, and then wed her. Something which had been far from his mind until the night he had laid eyes on Gwen.
When meeting her later on the terrace and discovering that her ravishing exterior was nothing to the sharp intellect beneath, Aidan had been utterly captivated. He knew he had found the woman he wanted to marry and bed, even as circumstances forced their union along.
Beneath him—around him—Gwen relaxed, and Aidan needed no further encouragement. He gently withdrew and thrust forward, wanting to throw his head back and howl at the wonder of making love to the magnificent woman who had agreed to be his wife. The urge to thrust wildly had to be beaten back with an iron will.
Beneath him, Gwen moaned as she gyrated her hips and her eyes flickered open. “I need you” was all she said before her eyes closed once more.
Aidan groaned and thrust, and when she did not complain but moaned in unison, it was all the invitation Aidan needed. He surged in and out, harder than he had ever been, rushing to the peak of intense ecstasy. Gwen moaned again, raking her fingernails over his back and gyrating her hips urgently against him as they both sought their final pleasure.
So it was that Gwen wailed once more, just as Aidan hit his peak and spent inside her in a flood of heat, holding himself above her as he discovered the purest ecstasy. When the ability to process thought returned, he rolled over, so that Gwen lay draped over him and they both sought their breath.
As his pulse returned to normal, Aidan contemplated the hell that he was in. He had married the most engrossing woman he had ever encountered, but there was a distinctpossibility that he would soon break the very worst of news to her and shatter her world.
It was imperative that he forge a strong connection with her so he might assist her with her future troubles when the time came to do so.
After Aidan had foundthe washbasin and cleaned both of them, Gwen rested in the crook of his arm with her head against his chest. She listened in amazed satisfaction at the beat of his heart, while her husband toyed with locks of her hair.
It was the only time they made love that night, Aidan insisting they needed to be restrained for her first time.
Eventually he rose to find a dinner tray waiting outside the door, and Gwen had watched him walk across the room with an unfamiliar sense of proprietorship, observing his muscular buttocks as he made his way.
They were married! For the rest of her days, she would have this man.
When Aidan rejoined her in bed, feeding her bits of fruit from the tray, he quoted random bits of poetry. Lines about admiration and beauty from an array of great writers, and Gwen listened in avid awe.
Aidan was clever, admiring, and complimentary. She had never received such attentions from a gentleman before, and several times through the pursuant hours, she wanted to pinch herself to ensure it was not all a lovely dream. But the idea of waking up to her old life was too painful to consider, so she never attempted the pinch.
Gwen wanted this with Aidan. She wanted to be the center of his world and hear his adoring words spoken in his deep voice. To forge a partnership, to share their darkestsecrets, and to provide mutual solace in their future troubles. To touch him and kiss him as they did several times, and to fall asleep in his arms.
As sleep stole over her like the arrival of the night once the sun has set, Gwen moved closer to him, wrapping an arm around his naked waist and mumbling the words that had been circling her mind since she had found him at her door.
“I love you,” she said as she fell into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER 11
