“Then believe me.” He kissed her forehead, finding a place somewhere in between the welts.
She relaxed against him. He caressed her back, shoulders and neck for long moments. Gradually the hives began to fade.
* * * * *
The ball had been a sad crush, a smashing success. And their waltz had been perfect. Her eyes glued to his, she hadn’t missed one step. Now they were alone in the sitting room between their chambers. Sara was exhausted but in the delicious kind of way one is after such an enjoyable evening.
Colin embraced her. “I dismissed Flora.”
“But I have to undress.” She giggled. Whether from fatigue or too many cups of champagne punch, she wasn’t sure.
“I shall undress you and tuck you in bed.”
“Will you stay with me?”
He kissed the top of her head. “All night. Tonight and every night hereafter.”
She turned in his arms and waited while he unfastened the long row of buttons. Before long, all her clothes were folded over a wingback chair and she stood naked before him. It was still a little hard to be so bold but she was gradually becoming accustomed.
He pulled her close. He was clad in only a dark blue silk banyan and she could feel his erection pressing her belly.
He caressed her neck. “You must be very tired. Let’s find you a nightdress and go to sleep.”
But she wasn’t ready for sleep. First, there was something she wanted to do. Something special that she’d been saving for tonight. For him. Priscilla and Fran had described what to do. Her heart pounded in fear she’d muck it up and make a fool of herself. Like everything, there was always a first time. She took a deep breath then sank to her knees.
“Sara?”
She looked up at him. “Let me please you.”
He touched her face. “You don’t have to do this.”
She turned, took his hand and kissed the broad palm. “I want to.”
“But you are my wife.”
“In our chambers, never again treat me as a wife.” She leaned up slightly, untied his belt then pushed his banyan aside, uncovering his nakedness. She splayed her hand over the fine, dark hair that covered his hard, flat stomach. His muscles tensed under her touch. She pressed her cheek to his stomach and closed her eyes. “Treat me only as a lover.”
His hand caressed her hair. “My God, I love so you much.”
“I love you too.” She moved away and reached for his cock. It was erect, huge and throbbing, velvet over steel in her hand. She took it into her hands and it pulsed. A thrill chased through her. This handsome man, this man who was her husband, wanted her, truly wanted her and no one else. It gave her a heady sense of power. She stroked her hand up and down on the shaft. He jerked in her hand.
She glanced up, questioning.
He nodded. “That’s good.”
She stroked him again and he groaned. “Really good.”
A drop of creamy fluid beaded on the head and she bent to lick it off, delighting in the salty tanginess. He caught his breath and his obvious pleasure gave her courage. She took the head into her mouth, moving her tongue and sucking slightly.
His hands threaded into her hair. “Yes, like that, just like that.”
She took him a bit deeper, his every throb and pulse telling her how much he enjoyed her attentions. Growing more confident, she took him deeper, making sure to swallow.
“Christ, Sara.” His hands twisted in her hair. His hips rocked slightly.
She pressed her cheek to his stomach and closed her eyes
She sensed him holding back and she was thankful for it. Later, when she was more accomplished, they could negotiate something wilder than this. For now, the novelty, the newness was excitement enough. For them both. Surges quaked through his cock. Her heartbeat sped up. It was going to happen. She was making him come. A fierce sense of pride welled up in her.
He touched her face.
“Here, darling, stop.” At his urgent command, she stopped her back-and-forth motions and he pulled out.
She cried out in surprise. Warm wetness jetted against her breast. Her eyes popped open and she looked down to see his cock near her breasts, releasing his come all over her breasts.
He dropped to his knees beside her, panting. He seemed transfixed by the sight of his semen glistening on her. “God, Sara, you’re beautiful like that.” He groaned softly. “You can never know how badly I’ve wanted to see you like that.”
Pure happiness stilled her tongue. She could only giggle.
“I love you so much.” He kissed her lightly. “My wife, my friend and my lover.”
About the Author
I have always been a daydreamer who told myself stories of love and romance set in other times and places for my own pleasure. Eventually my story worlds became so real, they demanded to be brought out of my imagination and onto the page. It gives me great joy to finally share them with you. I hope you enjoy my story worlds.
I am married to my own hero and we share our life with a very quirky calico cat. I have a B.A. in History and I love to read both romance and scholarly history, and I listen to a variety of music from classical to reggae. But mostly I am hard at work writing my next story.
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