Though his shaft tightened and a tiny drop of his seed had already spread over the head, Simon didn’t stop his exploration.
“You came into my room and offered your body to me,” he replied. “I intend to sample it fully.”
He teased. He licked. With hard, long strokes. With slow swishes until Rowena’s soft cries intensified.
She must be close. Taking his index finger, he pushed inside of her as he tapped his tongue in measured intervals against her clitoris. He kept the pace steady until her body clenched. She shuddered beneath him and released a long, low moan as she came.
“Simon,” she breathed.
“Hmmm?”
“That was…that was…”
He shifted onto his elbows so he could look up at her face. “Quite enjoyable.”
She reddened. “It was unlike anything,” she said.
Though he hated to think of Paul having this kind of pleasure with her, he couldn’t help his curiosity. “Paul never kissed you in this way?” he asked.
She shook her head fiercely. “No.”
“I should like to make up for that.” He kissed her thigh and looked back up again. “Every day, if you let me.”
“Oh.” It came out as a little cry from her lips.
“There are many, many ways to make love,” he told her. “I intend to try as many of them as you will permit me.” He grinned.
The way her green eyes widened sent another rush of heat through him. He loved that she was experienced enough to be so bold as to wait in his bed, but still so inexperienced when it came to the ways of pleasure.
“Would you like to rest a while? Or, would you like to find out more?” he asked.
“Kiss me,” she demanded.
Simon crawled up the length of her. He paused before lowering his head. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. “I love you, Rowena.” Before she could reply, he pressed his lips to hers.
Tenderly, he coaxed her tongue to play with his. This wasn’t the heated kiss of intense passion, but a warm, enveloping kiss, slow and measured.
“I said it before, but I want to be clear. I do not just want you for tonight. I want you in my bed and in my life tomorrow and every day after,” he said. The thought of separating from her again was too much for him to bear. He needed to know that they had a future together, that she wanted a life with him as much as he wanted one with her.
“I will marry you, Simon, if that is what you are asking.” The trembling in her soft voice revealed more than her words.
He took her mouth in a long kiss. “Yes, I am asking.”
When he lifted his head, he chuckled. “Something tells me we’d better arrange for a special license straight away,” he said.
Her forehead furrowed in apparent confusion.
“If I have you as thoroughly and as often as I intend, it could soon become obvious that the, uh, goods were sampled well before the wedding.”
He placed a little kiss on her nose.
Her hand reached for her belly. “Surely you don’t think?”
“Would you rather I wait, then, to take you?”
Oh, he hoped to the Lord that she said no. He’d held himself in check, but his prick ached for release. And both he and his straining shaft would prefer to have it inside of her. Eight years was a hell of a long time for foreplay.
She exhaled. “Why wait, Simon? We’ve waited so long already.”
The words lit a fire across his heart. A fire which trailed down to his throbbing cock, consuming him.
“I confess I am impatient,” he said. “I need you. Right now.”
“Then hurry as I cannot wait,” she said, sheepishly.
Eagerly, he got up and removed his trousers and undergarments. His cock tightened and he groaned as another drop of semen spread over the tip.
She murmured delightfully when she saw it. God damn. It made him harder knowing she was so pleased.
He went over to the bed and untied the cravat. “Come set yourself at the side here.” She shifted her body for him and he gently guided her hips until her bottom was right at the edge.
He lifted her legs and stretched them wide. The moment was here, he could hold back no longer. Rowena was everything that he wanted, all that he needed. He would spend a lifetime loving her.
She looked so inviting, spread open like this. Her glistening pussy tempted him and he moved to tease his cock over it. He couldn’t help but close his eyes at the feel of her soft flesh against his hard length.
A long groan escaped him as he slipped the head inside of her. His shoulders clenched and his buttocks tightened. With a deep breath, he willed himself to calm down. It would be too easy to drive deep inside of her and push too hard.
Gripping the sheets, he slid inside just a couple of inches. Her hands caressed his back. She wrapped her legs around him again, forcing him further inside. His muscles felt taught and tension racked his body, yet he kept himself in check.
“Please,” she said again. She leaned up and bit his jaw and lightly scraped her nails over his scalp. Her hips moved, begging him to fuck her the way they both wanted.
He couldn’t hold back anymore. With a thrust, he pushed all the way in. Her walls closed in around him, the silky ridges milking his cock and forcing him to move again.
He pumped in and out of her a few times before shifting the position. He lifted her thighs and draped them over his arms. Then, he plunged inside her over and over.
“Heavens,” she whispered. Her face was drawn tight as he continued.
He pushed his body forward and rotated his hips, increasing the force of his thrusts.
She gripped his biceps, digging her little nails into his arm.
That was all the urging he needed. He pushed into her again, moving faster.
Her pants were the only sounds in the room other than the slapping of his skin against her hot, open sex.
There was no denying it now, he needed to come. Beyond that, he felt a primal need to claim her, to mark her body as his.
Rolling his hips, he drove forward, pushing himself as deep as he could go. The pressure of her nails drove him on. He lost himself, pummeling into her in fast, short strokes. Then, he breathed deeply and shifted into slow, long strokes, hitting deep within her.
He could hear his name on her lips, but everything around him was a blur. His balls were heavy and swollen and his cock nearly burned from the desperate desire to spill into her. Gripping her shoulders, he pushed deeper. Harder.
Her cries were more and more frequent. High pitched little sounds that eroded his control. Though it was late and they were not in the house alone, he couldn’t care at this moment.
He shifted her legs so that they would go even higher and thrust into her in one powerful stroke. His tenuous hold on himself broke and his cock jutted forward three times, releasing a thick flood into her.
She cried out once more and gripped the sheets as he had. Then, he felt her body shudder into orgasm.
Simon sighed and collapsed on top of her. He kissed her shoulder and made a trail of little kisses across her collarbone and up her chin to her mouth.
Her fingers ran through his hair and she kissed his forehead. “I never thought it could be like this,” she said. She coughed and turned her face into the sheets. He suspected she was hiding another blush. “I never knew that kind of intensity. That kind of raw desire.”
He rubbed his nose over hers. “That is my solemn duty as your husband.” He caressed her jaw lightly. “It is my duty to never let you forget how much I desire you. How much I need you.”
Rowena wrapped her arms around his neck. “And I shall do the same.” She squeezed him tightly. “I will never again let anything or anyone come between us. I love you.”
He kissed her with all of the fervor inside of him. “Let's stay a few days with Alice and announce our engagement. With Lord Chilton’s help, we will get a special license and marry straight away. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
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bsp; “Agreed.” She paused. “However, I do think that the waiting made our reunion much sweeter. I think I needed to grow up. I needed to realize that it was always my opinion of you that mattered the most. And that if I loved you, and you loved me, there was never anything else to fear.”
“That may be,” he said. “I only wish you had come to those conclusions much sooner.” Simon could not be happier now that Rowena was in his arms and practically his wife. He thanked God and Alice for bringing them back together after so many years.
“Besides,” he teased, “Think of all the love making we missed in the last eight years. I think we shall have to make up for that. How is three times a day for the next ten years?”
Rowena laughed heartily. “I think we could come to an appropriate arrangement.”
Simon’s heart warmed and with another sweet kiss, he shifted their bodies to a comfortable position and held her close as they drifted off to sleep.
AUTHOR BIO
Vivienne Westlake has been reading and writing romance since the age of fifteen. She has a Bachelor’s Degree in English Literature and when she’s not plotting stories about sexy heroes and sassy heroines, she’s buying a book on British history, watching the latest teen vampire show, doing an art project or singing karaoke with friends.
Vivienne enjoys hearing from readers. You can contact her on her website: www.viviennewestlake.com or to sign up for her newsletter, please send an email to: [email protected].
If you enjoyed Book 1 in the Rekindled Passions Regency Series, please watch for the upcoming release of Book 2 in January 2012.
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