Without Saying a Word

by Amanda Ward

  “Oh, right, and that’s supposed to be reassuring?” Laura replied, her voice becoming slightly shrill. A few of the guests looked at them.

  “I didn’t mean it like that.” Rhean tried to calm Laura’s nerves. He had a lot of patience, and could understand her reasoning. “Look, let’s go to the cottage, and just spend the night together.” He took a deep breath. “If you would rather leave tonight, we can,” he said resignedly.

  Standing up, Laura took Rhean’s left hand in hers. His wedding ring of rose gold glinted in the light, solid and firm like Rhean himself. Just touching it made her feel safe. Looking down at her own ring, nestled and curved around Lady Clarissa’s ring, gave Laura a measure of safety but still did not dispel the butterflies that flew around—especially at the thought of being naked and intimate with him.

  Laura’s children ran toward them, and more rose petals fell over the couple. Laura’s parents stood away from the scene.

  “Mum, Dad, thanks for everything,” Laura told them and embraced the couple. Rhean did the same and clapped his new father-in-law on the back.

  “It’s a pleasure to see you both so happy,” Laura’s mother told her. Dressed in a burgundy velvet evening gown, she looked amazing and so much younger than her years. There were ruby drop earrings adorning her ears and a matching bracelet that sparkled on her wrist. She looked happier than Laura had ever seen her.

  With much applause and more rose petals mixed with snow falling on them, the newlyweds left the grange, and in their chauffeur-driven car, were on their way to the cottage. Snow fell gently on the car like confetti.

  Chapter Fourteen

  From the moment Rhean laid eyes on Laura, he was hers forever. She was all he had ever dreamed of in a woman.

  She held her hand out to him and they went inside their house. Rhean resisted the urge to lift her into his arms and carry her over the threshold. Instead, he took her hand, and brushed the back with his lips.

  The fire blazed away in the hearth and created a romantic atmosphere, as it flickered with a gentle glow around the lounge.

  Laura’s silk dress clung to her every curve, and moved with her, brushing her thighs, making his mouth want to cover her body with kisses. His suit trousers suddenly felt tight, and his briefs beneath them, slightly damp. He was embarrassed at his need for her. She turned on a light, and the copper highlights in her hair gleamed. Turning round, she held her hand out to him; he took it and they stood facing each other, his fingers making circular patterns in the palm of her hand, his other hand tipped her face towards his, and he looked into her eyes. Drowning in their luminescence, he caressed the side of her cheek, stroking the smoothness of her skin with the back of his hand, savoring the feel of her against him; she turned her face and gently kissed his palm. Shivers coursed down his body. Although new to this, Rhean acted with his heart.

  Laura gently touched his palm with her tongue in a circular movement. His grip increased, and ever so slowly, Rhean bought his face down to meet hers. Their eyes locked, and his mouth parted slightly. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, as he brought his mouth down on hers, their lips touched very slightly at first and then with greater pressure.

  The caress of her lips on his mouth sent spirals of ecstasy through his body. Rhean opened his mouth wider, and his tongue begged for entrance. Their tongues met, and stroked while his hand moved up, stroking her face, and then into her, relishing the feel of her silken strands.

  Her hand slid up his chest and began unbuttoning his shirt, feeling the coarse curly hair, grasping it as their tongues entwined with each other, stroking, dancing, and mating. Their tastes mingled, and her aroused scent filled Rhean with euphoria. He reveled in the opportunity to finally show Laura of his love for her. As Laura’s hands ran through the dense thicket of hair on his chest, they tightened around the strands causing him a slight, but oh so pleasurable pain. Rhean moaned under his breath. He felt totally intoxicated by this woman. Finally he was touching her the way he had wanted to for so long. She was touching him and every stroke of her fingers, every kiss, burned into his heart, branding him as hers.

  ****

  As Rhean roused her passion, Laura was swept high on a tide of emotion for this young man, who was everything to her. Her senses were full of him—the way he felt under her hands, the strength of his arms, the citrus and musk intoxicating scent of his skin damp with moisture. As their tongues danced in tune with each other, she felt her inhibitions crumble giving her the much needed chance to finally be a woman again.

  He slanted his head at a different angle and kissed her again, sipping at her lips as if she was the finest champagne, and then more deeply, his tongue plundering her mouth with domination. She moaned his name and grasped him to her more tightly. Under her fingertips, Rhean’s muscles were rock hard with restraint as she felt him undulating towards her, seeking the damp heat between her thighs, his trousers straining with the length of his arousal.

  It was Laura who pulled away first, her lips leaving his reluctantly. She took his hand, and led him upstairs, holding his hand tightly, knowing that tonight would be a new stage in their relationship, apprehensive, yet excited at the thought of belonging fully to this man, who had awakened so many feelings inside her—feelings that died years ago.

  Overwhelmed at the strength of them, Laura decided to go along with her gut instinct and her heart and to stop damn well over-thinking. His eagerness endeared him to her and she could feel the sexual magnetism that made him so confident. Laura squeezed his hand, her heated gaze meshing with his as she lifted her lips in a siren smile, leading him into her bedroom, her space, her sanctuary, that was now theirs.

  The room was dimly lit with two bedside lamps, and the bed was huge with lots of pillows to snuggle into. A plump duvet covered the bed, just begging to be laid on. She shut the door, and her hips swayed as she slid ever so slowly towards him. Laura reached up and kissed him full on the mouth, her nails gently grazing the back of his neck. Rhean’s head reared and he ground his hips into hers. Laura felt the strength of his arousal and thrilled to it. She knew she had to move slowly for fear of tipping him over the edge too soon. Her nipples peaked as his hands tantalized them through the silk of her dress.

  Feeling the desire for his mouth on the back of her neck, Laura turned ’round in his arms, leaning over in invitation. His gentle massage on her breasts thrilled her, and at the warm touch of his tongue to the top of her spine, Laura undulated against him sighing his name in a harsh whisper.

  Ever so slowly, he unbuttoned her dress. She heard Rhean groan in frustration when he found the corset underneath. He snapped the ends of the laces and began to undo the corset, exposing her flesh inch by inch. She turned ’round, as the dress and corset slid off her body, leaving her in just the whisper-light panties and ivory stockings.

  Rhean swept Laura up in his strong arms, his muscles clearly defined, placing her on the bed. Her breasts, full and with her rosy nipples pouting, in invitation, Laura lay on the bed, her eyes languid, taking in the sight of him ripping his shirt off impatiently, baring himself. She exalted at the male strength and beauty of him. He was hers, her husband and at that moment, his smile matched hers. Laura ached to know how his chest felt against her nipples. She could wait no longer, and drew him down onto her body, and into her embrace, hissing as their bodies meshed. His breasts tingled against his hair-roughed chest teased her nipples to pleasure pain points. Rhean’s mouth showered kisses on her lips and along her jaw, roaming down towards her rosy buds, begging for his attention.

  They were full and ripe, with large nipples tipped with a dusky rose color. As his mouth closed around the throbbing peak, Laura’s head pressed back into the soft pillow. Rhean suckled deeply, and laved her nipple. Her hands roamed his back, teasing the indent of his spine with her nails. The pleasure Rhean was giving her, made her writhe beneath him.

  She needed to be so much closer, to feel him bare against her body. Rhean’s mouth slid across
to her other breast, giving it the same attention as his hands swept down her body, sliding the sheer panties down her thighs. Laura felt a sudden chill as Rhean sat back on his heels, removing them from her, leaving her body bare to his heated gaze, exposing the downy hair at the apex of her thighs. Rhean pulled down his briefs, and his erection sprang free. He was hard, his throbbing length rearing towards her from a thicket of dark hair. His testicles were tight, as if demanding release. She ran her hands down his body, as she had imagined. Rhean leaned over, his tongue searing the heated skin of her gently rounded stomach, as his fingers touched her very core, dipping between her thighs, and into the silky hair and dampness there. He touched himself too, running his hand up and down his hard shaft drawing fluid. She brought his hand to her mouth, tasting his intoxicating essence. As Rhean moved over and on top of her body, his hardness teased her downy soft hair, demanding entrance. She ran her hand down his back, her mouth reaching for his, mating her tongue in long strokes. Rhean had unlocked her inhibitions, and every movement she made was totally natural and instinctive, as if they were not just joining their bodies, but their very souls, becoming one.

  Laura showed Rhean how much he excited her, using her lips and tongue. She found her young virginal husband so incredibly arousing. His firm muscular body beneath her was a smorgasbord of delights. Laura lapped her tongue around his nipples, and then further down, teasing his erection with her hands. He rolled over, giving her better access to his body. Laura touched him ever so lightly with her tongue, dipping the tip into the fluid she found there. Her name in a muffled groan from Rhean’s lips thrilled her.

  Laura engulfed him, tormented him, suckled him, gliding over his length with her mouth. She demanded, with her actions, that he give himself to her completely, Rhean buckled and writhed, moaned again, clenching the covers with white-knuckled hands. Laura had never wanted to perform this act, but Rhean evoked responses in her, and she glowed with confidence enjoying him as if he were the finest ice cream. With one final long slow lick of his shaft from bottom to tip, in a sudden movement, Rhean clasped Laura in his arms, rolling her beneath him. It seemed as though she had taken him to the very edge of his control and beyond.

  Rhean held her shoulders as his gaze swept her body. He made her feel beautiful, and so loved. Reaching her hand up, Laura touched his face tenderly, feeling the moistness of tears that stung his eyes in awe of her beauty, and of the overwhelming feelings that had stirred inside of him. Rhean brought his head down towards her, parting her lips with his, his tongue, requesting entrance. She put her arms around him drawing him closer to her. He swept his hand down her body, over the curves of her breasts, touching her nipples, and further down, at the moistness between her legs. He dipped his hand inside her and felt the warmth there, covering his fingers with her essence, slowly rubbing them backward and forward, making her moan into his mouth. He stroked his hand back up her body, leaving a trail. She reared back in ecstasy, as his mouth left hers and trailed down her body, suckling her breasts, lapping at the scent he had left up her body. He kissed her breasts, suckling hard at her nipples, pinning her hands up over her head, stopping her from touching him, as if one more touch from her would cause him to explode. His tongue tasted and laved every inch of her skin, kissing and nibbling, murmuring how beautiful he found her.

  She parted her thighs, and acting on instinct, he nuzzled the downy moist hair, warm and wet from her desire for him. With one stroke of his tongue, he caused her to buck off the bed with a gasp of pleasure. Stroking from the bottom of her folds to her clitoris, he nipped it gently with his teeth. He groaned at the taste of her, and needing more, spread her thighs further apart, giving him better access. He inserted his tongue inside her hot core, moving it around and around, and inside and out, flicking alternately faster and slower, deep then shallow. Rhean looked up at his wife, his lips glistening from her wetness, then licked his lips and knelt between her legs.

  She attempted to sit up, and holding her gaze, Rhean covered her mouth with his. She tasted herself on his tongue, for her this new experience excited her more than ever. But she needed him, deep inside her, to become one with him. Laura reached out and engulfing his shaft with her hand; she drew it towards her heated core, and touched herself with him. Rhean’s body bucked in pleasure, and slowly pushed himself into her tight channel, his mouth covering hers at the same time. The feel of him inside her, was more than she could bear, sending lightning bolts of pleasure straight to her brain, causing Laura to cry out.

  They became one, and the world surrounded them as their bodies moved together in unison. Laura threw her head back and cried his name, her hand digging into his buttocks drawing him into her deeper, one hand scratched the back of his neck, needing him to be so deep inside her, become one with her. She had never felt such pleasure before. His hand went between them, touching her clitoris, as she screamed his name out loud, spreading her legs wider bringing them up high around his back reaching round between his buttocks she stroked his testicles which were drawn high, needing to release their precious cargo.

  ****

  Rhean moved faster and faster, harder into her, and then slowed down, his body up over her breasts causing ripples deep inside her sheath. Seeking more as he thrust deeply inside her body the world faded away. It was just the two of them, striving towards the ultimate pleasure, and it was coming sooner.

  “More!” Laura cried, as she clenched her hands into Rhean’s buttocks, arching upwards to meet his thrusts.

  “Oh my Laura,” Rhean breathed with the pure pleasure of being one with her. They locked gazes and her eyes became luminous and sparkling, and he drowned in her emerald pools. Faster and harder he drove himself into her, until with a shout, he emptied himself into her. Rhean touched her clitoris again with his finger, pressing firmly and squeezing it. She bucked, and he felt her clench tight around him, milking him hard, and then there was wetness. She came around him in waves, jerking and shuddering in his arms.

  He pushed himself up on his arms and looked down into her eyes, they were still dilated and she gasped for breath. They kissed deeply. Rhean pulled away as she reached over to her nightstand and knelt in front of him. Laura took his left hand in hers. As her breasts swayed with the movement of the bed, he took her left hand in his and he kissed the rings he had placed on her finger hours earlier.

  With that they kissed deeply, and snuggled down under the duvet entwined together. A short while later, Rhean felt hard again. He caressed and stroked her, bringing her body to life again. Two lives had become one, two bodies became one. Their loving had been everything and more that Rhean had dreamed about. Feeling her around his body had been indescribable, and he was so glad he had waited.

  ****

  Laura groaned as the alarm went off. Reaching over instinctively to turn it off, her hand ended up smacking a warm head.

  “Oops,” she muttered, and reached over further to turn it off, only to encounter a pair of warm lips firmly meshed to hers.

  “Now that’s a way to wake up in the morning,” the deep male voice said. Hairy muscular arms enveloped her, drawing Laura into a very obvious arousal.

  “Really? I thought the best way to be woken up was with a mug of tea,” Laura giggled girlishly attempting an innocent look.

  Rhean laughed. “Was that a hint, per chance?”

  Laura shook her head.

  “Not at all. A hint would be, ‘What comes between S and U? You would reply T? And I would answer, yes please, two sugars and milk.”

  Holding Laura tight in his arms, Rhean’s chest moved with rumbles of laughter.

  “In an ideal world of course,” he replied distractedly. Laura nuzzled the dark forest of soft curls on Rhean’s chest. As much as she wanted a drink, she was perfectly happy and content where she was. Kissing his chest softly, his arousal strong and firm stirred against her thigh. Her face lifted to his and she kissed him deeply, only moving away when Rhean sat up in bed with an

  “Ooof.”
He cupped himself with both hands.

  “What on earth happened?” She stared at her husband who appeared to be in pain. Rhean pointed to the end of the bed.

  “I don’t think it’s only you hinting.” Tubs sat at the end of the bed. The huge marmalade cat looking very pleased with himself for interrupting. It was too much for Laura, and she broke into laughter and held the covers up against her breasts. She bit her lip and tried to control herself, but the looks being given by her husband and cat set her off again.

  “Think it’s funny do you?” he teased, taking her in his arms. Laura shook her head for a second and then started laughing again.

  “I don’t think there is much damage done,” she countered, feeling his arousal again, strong and firm against her thigh. Rhean kissed her deeply, moving her back against the pillows.

  “Your bloody cat is determined to get his own way.” Rhean’s head rested against Laura’s and he kissed the top of her nose. “Stay right where you are,” he commanded. Wriggling his back, he tried to maneuver Tubs off. The cat landed on the floor with a thud as Rhean reluctantly climbed out of bed and went to the door. He felt Laura’s gaze on him.

  “What are you staring at?” he asked.

  “You,” Laura replied cheekily. His taut buttocks clenched and unabashedly, she drank in the sight of her gorgeous husband. Feeling relaxed and confident for the first time in ages, she felt able to tease him.

  “Really?” he asked.

  “Yep. Most women go for fillet steak, but I do love prime rump.” She folded the covers back, and leaning over, pinched his bottom. “Definitely prime.” Laura teased, licking her lips.

  Rhean laughed again.

  “This really is not getting the cat fed or your tea made,” he admonished her good-naturedly. Sitting on the bed nude, with a very satisfied look on her face, it was all Rhean could do not to reach over and start their lovemaking again. However, this time, his body betrayed him. Rhean’s cheeks colored at the noise and left the bedroom.