His head reached her pelvis, and without thinking, she bent her knees and opened her legs for him. He ran his tongue around the edge of her clit, teasing her with licks and butterfly kisses, which fueled her arousal all the more. She was on the verge, and she cried out to him to tell him so. Immediately, she wished she hadn’t, because he stopped abruptly. He had to be having second thoughts, to have come to his senses and realized this wasn’t what turned him on. It was having sex with everyone but her that did it for him.
She screwed up her face and pressed her lips together to stop herself from screaming out in anger and frustration.
“I want to feel your orgasm,” he said. “And I want a good view of that pretty face of yours as you come with me inside you.”
She snapped her eyes open to see him kneeling between her legs. His stiffened cock, smooth and hard and inflated with blood, was only in her view for a moment before it found her entrance.
Her body clamped around him instantly, shielding itself from the intrusion. It had been so long since she’d had a man inside her—and that had only been one time—that her body’s natural reaction was to protect rather than welcome.
He moaned in delight as her inner walls clenched. Seeing him gain so much pleasure from her body sent a surge of desire pulsing through her. The increased wetness lubricated her sex, allowing him to inch deeper inside her.
It hurt as much as it pleasured her, and she held her breath as he filled her, determined to experience the entire length and girth of him. Patiently, he found his way in, gently edging deeper and deeper within her until he was completely inside.
He leaned over her, supporting himself on his arms, and began to move backward and forward. His movements were slow at first, but as she lifted her backside to push herself farther onto him, he groaned and picked up his pace. Over and over, he dragged his shaft almost all the way out of her before inserting back inside her with increasingly powerful thrusts.
The movement caused his pelvis to rock against hers, building up the friction where she craved it most. Her clit, swollen and sensitive, brushed against him, over and over again. Just one more and her body would surely explode. And then it did.
She grabbed the bed sheet in her fists and arched her back as she panted out the orgasm. Long and strong, it took ownership of her body, rendering her powerless to do anything other than luxuriate in its every crest and fall.
Molly had been so wrapped up in her own wonderful experience, she almost didn’t notice that James had stopped moving. The final ripples of her orgasm swam through her body when she looked between her knees at James. His eyes were closed, and his mouth open as he entered his own state of utter bliss. It was the most beautiful sight she had ever witnessed—the man she loved, truly loved with all her heart, finding the ultimate pleasure. In her.
Finally, he opened his eyes again and found hers. He looked at her for a long time, as if properly seeing her for the first time, and smiled. It was a wide, gorgeous, infectious smile, and she couldn’t help but return it. He pulled gently out of her and lay beside her, sharing her pillow.
“Moll, what I said about us being exclusive partners, it wasn’t my ideal. But I want you to know I would have stood by my word, just so you’d stay.”
“I know that, James. And I appreciate the offer, but I would never expect you to change who you are just for me.”
He turned on his side to face her and propped himself up on his elbow. With the fingers of his other hand, he softly traced the line of her collarbone. “The thing is, when I said it originally, I didn’t want it. I was just doing it because that’s what I thought you wanted. But now… I don’t know, things feel differently somehow. Being with you just now made me feel more wanted and fulfilled than any other experience I’ve had. If I never sleep with anyone but you again, I’d be a very happy man.”
She searched his face. His imploring brown eyes and firm set mouth made for an earnest expression. Her heart, like a blooming flower, blossomed fully this time, without shrivelling back into a bud.
“I’d like that,” she said, and her face stretched into a grin she couldn’t temper even if she’d have wanted to. He leaned forward and kissed the end of her nose.
“There’s just one thing that’s bothering me,” she said.
His forehead creased into lines. “What, darling?”
“It’s not that we can’t get enough satisfaction from each other. I think we’ve proven that fact.”
He smiled his agreement.
“I just think,” she continued, “that from time to time it might be fun to invite some others to our private party. What do you reckon?”
His face fell, and he sighed and dropped his head, causing a lock of hair to flop over one eye. “No, Molly.”
“No? I thought that’s what you wanted.”
He raised his head again and ran a hand through his ruffled, bedhead hair. “Exactly. It’s what I want, not what you want. It’s good of you to do that for me, but I’ve spent far too long taking you for granted. Now it’s time we focus on what you want.”
She reached up to press the flat of her hand against the side of his face. He was overdue a shave, and the shadow of his emerging beard stabbed at her palm. “What if I told you that I enjoyed last night? I loved being with Tula and Hayley. Especially because I knew you were loving it, too.”
He raised both eyebrows. “Really?”
She pressed her lips together in a shy smile and gave a single resolute nod.
“Well, in that case, Lady Bucklington, I think arranging guests from time to time is a most excellent idea. Just do me a favor, and let me have you to myself for a while first.”
She grinned and pulled his head to hers for a long, loving, passionate kiss. When they finally came up for air, he rested his head back on her pillow, lay a protective arm around her, and closed his eyes. She watched him for a while, relishing the warmth of his breath on her cheek as he slipped into slumber. She didn’t want to sleep yet. She wanted to savor this moment in which she felt more vibrant, alive, and cherished than ever before.
A warm, light breeze floated in from the open window and brushed over her naked skin. She looked across the room at the curtain dancing in the playful summer wind and sighed a deep, contented sigh. Was it really only a few days ago that she’d come into the East Wing for the first time to close that very window?
Thank goodness she had. It had been the window to her husband’s world. A world that was no longer just his, but now belonged to them both.
About the Author
Gina Hollands was born and bred in Yorkshire, England. She has worked in public relations for fifteen years, since graduating from Oxford University with a degree in modern languages. Gina now lives on the West Sussex coast with her husband and young son. When she’s not writing, Gina is likely to be participating in her other hobby—dancing, be it salsa, jive, or lindy hop.
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