by S Cinders
She shook her head and so, without so much as a word to anyone else, they fled.
The Duke looked at his brother in outrage, “You cannot just leave! Ryan! You have responsibilities!”
Juliana turned to the Duke, “Your Grace, it is their wedding, they can do as they wish.”
“It is not done!” Oliver insisted.
Juliana smiled, “Perhaps it ought to be.”
Lilly turned back to her sister, “Don’t miss this time! I love you, Jules!”
Tossing the flowers, she laughed as Juliana caught them.
Juliana waved them in return, “I love you, too! Be happy, Lilly!”
CHAPTER 24
Their clothing fell to the floor in a flurry. It seemed as if their kiss at the wedding and subsequent kisses in the carriage were pushing them on a slippery slope.
“I don’t want this to go too fast,” Ryan said against Lilly’s lips. All that remained was her sheer chemise and his linen drawers.
Lilly’s heart was pounding, “I don’t know how to slow down.”
Her hands traced his face. His angular cheekbones were starting to get some stubble. She loved the differences between them. His hard chest with the light hair that narrowed to the one place that she most particularly wanted to explore.
He took a slow breath, “I can try and slow things down for both of us. You liked it when I touched you. Can I do that again?”
Lilly blushed, “Yes, please!”
She took her hands and went to remove her chemise.
Ryan took her over to the large mirror in the room. He placed a pillow on the floor and had her sit on it. And then gently removed the last stitch of clothing.
“Is it wrong to see yourself like this?” Lilly asked hesitantly.
Ryan frowned, “Nothing about you is wrong. You are beautifully made by a loving God that wants you to be happy. Lilly, your body is amazing, you should glory in it. Never be ashamed of it, and certainly not with me.”
He pushed her legs apart so that she could see her pink core. “Do you see how beautiful you are to me?”
Lilly hid her face in his shoulder but peeked an eye out to see what he was saying. When he touched her intimately, it felt amazing. But when she saw what he was doing it felt even more incredible.
She couldn’t help the low moan that escaped.
Ryan smiled against her hair, “Let me see your hand.”
Lilly froze.
This time he was firmer, “Now, Lilly,” and then with his hand as a guide. He showed her what he was doing.
Lilly sank back into him, no longer able to hold up her own body. Her legs fell open, and she was completely exposed in the mirror. Her eyes glued to where his hand and hers were working in tandem. Her core was so wet that liquid was running from her center down her leg.
Lilly’s eyes shot to his and what she saw there was so raw, so primal, that another gush of liquid soaked their hands. And with that, she flew over the edge.
“Don’t stop,” she begged as the contractions overwhelmed her.
Ryan could hardly contain his passion as he watched her obtain fulfillment.
“You are so responsive,” he growled out, “I am struggling not making a complete ass of myself.”
“How could you do so?” Lilly gasped.
“I could shoot my load before I ever get close to your heat,” he responded honestly.
“Why would you do that?” she asked innocently.
He huffed in laughter, “Lilly, I have been wetting my sheets like a schoolboy for months since I met you. My brothers have been merciless in their teasing. You cannot even comprehend what you do to me.”
He pushed his drawers down, and Lilly was faced, once again, with the large angry member.
“May I touch it?” She asked bravely.
Ryan swallowed, “For a moment, but I am very close.”
He took her hand and gently wrapped it around his length.
Her eyes shot to his, “It is very big, are you sure it will fit?”
He looked close to the edge of insanity, “I am convinced. Come on, love.”
Ryan began kissing her lips again with slow, steady kisses. Lilly leaned back on the cushions wanting more of him against her, or even on her. She loved the skin to skin contact.
She bit his lip, and he pulled away, and he growled at her, pulling her legs apart and settling himself between them. She could feel his heat near her core.
He leaned down and teased her nipples, catching them with his teeth and pulling just enough to give them an achy tug before releasing them and watching them bounce back into place.
Lilly felt the need start to grow again between her thighs. She arched her back and clutched his arms. But Ryan wasn’t done teasing her quite yet. He took his time kissing every inch of her, and then, when she thought she couldn’t stand it any longer, he slid down a bit further and licked where his fingers had played earlier.
This was what the Bluebells had been talking about. They had all been right all along.
Lilly screamed as the orgasm overtook her. Ryan moved up quickly and pressed into her just as she was coming down.
He knew that the first time would be uncomfortable. But he had hoped after two orgasms that the pain would be lessened. He didn’t last very long, and if his brothers ever found out, he would deny it to his dying day, but damn it if it wasn’t the most incredible twenty-nine seconds of his life.
EPILOGUE
Lilly sunk back down on Ryan’s aching cock, rolling her hips with the ebb and flow of the waves beneath them.
“Can I release my hands?” Ryan pleaded.
Thankfully the newlyweds had not gotten seasick on the journey from England to America, because they had spent a great deal of the time lying horizontally and occasionally prostrate.
Lilly had wanted to try everything that the Bluebells had suggested. She was particularly liking having all of the control over her handsome husband.
She squeezed her inner muscles raking her nails down his chest, “I don’t think so.”
Grinding her hips in a circular pattern, Lilly sat up and began to play with her breasts for him. Tracing patterns on their milky softness, and then pulling on her aching nipples until her head dropped back on its own accord.
“I get to choose the next game!” Ryan ground out.
Lilly flipped her head up, very interested, “Really, what did you have in mind?”
“Something with you tied down, preferably,” he grumbled.
Lilly kept up her rhythm, but she had to admit the idea has merit, “Keep talking.”
He looked at her in surprise. Was this turning her on?
“I would make sure that you could not move a muscle,” his voice was dark.
Lilly felt something new in the pit of her stomach.
He snapped the cravat she had tied around his wrists and grabbed her breasts.
“I would leave these exposed so that I could worship them as they truly deserve to be worshiped.”
Lilly felt her heart skip a beat, “Do people do that?”
His gaze was hot and didn’t break with hers, “I don’t give a damn what people do.”
He slid a hand from her breast to her core, “But this, Lilly, you would never doubt for any moment that this was mine. I would make you come so many times that you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day. I would worship you with my mouth, my hands, my body, with everything that I am. But it would be on my terms and not on yours.”
Lilly’s eyes were as wide as platters, “Yes,” she agreed.
“Yes?” a slow smile started to spread across his face.
“Yes, to your wicked eyes, your wicked mouth, your wicked hands, your wicked ideas, and most certainly your wicked plan.”
Ryan thrust up into her, grabbing her hips, reminding Lilly that her game wasn’t over.
With a raw cry, Lilly ground into him, her breasts scraping against the hair on his chest intensifying the moment. Every thrust, sending them closer and c
loser until they both shattered into a million pieces.
He wiped her damp hair off her forehead.
She lifted her head weakly, “Am I too heavy?”
He laughed, shaking her body in the process, “Not even close. It is a burden that I will always be happy to bear, my love.
“I love you, Ryan,” she whispered against his neck and went to sleep, secure in the safety of his arms.
Author Note:
Lillian and Ryan have gone off to America on their honeymoon. But Mr. Harris with the war office is still needing assistance. Can Juliana and Samantha figure out the mystery surrounding that French nursery rhyme?
Jack Rattenbury was introduced in Lovely Lillian as a smuggler. His appearance in this story is purely fictional. But his existence is not. Jack was born in 1778 and did indeed marry a young woman named Anna. To learn more about him and his illustrious career: Go to http://www.east-devon-guide.com/jack-rattenbury.html
Dedication:
I am so very thankful to each person that has picked up my stories. For the words of encouragement, and the love that has come from around the world, I am truly blessed. I want to extend a special thank you to Clarissa, Lidia, Liz & Fallen Angel for reading the first drafts. You have my heart.
