Claiming His Wife (34 page)

But right now, all he could do was
hold on for dear life as her tongue delicately licked the underside
of his cock, and the wet heat of her mouth took him deeper.
 He groaned, struggling to keep from tightening his grip in
her hair, not wanting to take control from her when she seemed so
delighted to be exploring his cock with her mouth. 

She made a pleased humming sound that
nearly sent him to his knees, the vibrations traveling up the
length of his cock.  When the head bumped against the back of
her throat, she gagged a bit and backed off, but he didn't mind.
 After a moment, she began to move her mouth back and forth
again, always taking him as deeply as she could, pushing her
limits. 

It was heaven and hell.
 

There was no mistaking her for
anything but a novice.  She was too fascinated by what she was
doing, her eyes flicking back and forth between looking directly in
front of her, and looking up at his face.  When she wanted to
lick him, she would pause, exploring with her tongue, especially
around the head of his cock, rather than keeping up a steady tempo.
 He didn't hold back vocally, moaning and practically
whimpering at times, letting her know exactly what he most enjoyed
about what she was doing. 

Even though she was on her
knees in front of him, he had no doubts about who was truly in
control of this interaction.  But the torturous teasing was
becoming too much for him, he needed more; wanted to give her the
same pleasure that she was bestowing upon him.  

When he tightened his fingers in her
hair, reluctantly pulling her mouth from his cock, she glared up at
him.  "I don't want to stop yet."

"We're not stopping, sweetheart," he
said, with his best rakish grin.  It was feeling a bit wobbly,
just as he was, but from the way her face changed to interest and
arousal, the effort was satisfactory.  "I'm just making some
adjustments."

Lying down on the floor, he pulled her
atop him, startling a laugh out of her as he flipped her skirts up
and positioned her knees on either side of his head, rather than
his hips as she obviously expected.  

They were both almost completely fully
clothed, on the floor of his study, as her mouth slid back over his
cock and he pulled her pussy down onto his tongue.  The very
depravity of the situation made it even more exciting.  Grace
moaned around his length, her hips bucking as his tongue slid up
the wet lips of her pussy.  His hands splayed across her
bottom, holding her firmly in place.  The pretty pink lips of
her pussy were parted, her creamy cheeks of her bottom quivering as
she shuddered with pleasure, and the tiny crinkled bud of her anus
winking at him.  It was a sight that would make any man
ragingly hard, even if he hadn't been already.

Alex enjoyed the view nearly as much
as he enjoyed the musky sweetness of her pussy on his tongue, the
scent of her filling his nose.  The wet sounds of pleasure
being given and taken filled the room, muffled moans interspersed
with the rustling of clothing and slick sounds of his cock sliding
in and out of her mouth and his fingers thrusting in her
pussy. 

Pleasure was making it
hard for Grace to concentrate... but at the moment, breathing
seemed highly overrated anyway.  The way Alex was feasting on
her pussy, the perversion of what they were doing together and
where they were doing it, was all making her even more excited than
she'd thought possible.  Precautions and worries about the
future had fallen by the wayside, pushed out of her head by much
more immediate needs and desires.

He stroked the inside of her pussy,
finding a spot that made her clench and suck harder as she clutched
at his thighs.  The slickness of his cock made it easier for
her to take more of him, this position on top of him allowing the
head to slip into her throat without gagging her.  The frantic
quality of her movements, as he licked and stroked her pussy,
didn't hurt either.  The more he teased her, the more her
pussy tingled with need, the harder she sucked him into her mouth.
 

The musky flavor of him was different
from anything she'd ever tasted, not at all unpleasant, and she
found herself craving more and more of it.  The texture of his
cock was part of that too, so soft and yet hard at the same time,
the bumps and veiny ridges that gave way when her tongue pressed
against them... she wanted more of it.  All of it.  As
she moaned and sucked, his hips were moving, pushing his cock back
and forth between her lips even if she was holding
still. 

When her fingers crept
down to touch his balls, she felt him shudder, just before he
thrust up even harder and the suction of his lips on her pussy
redoubled.  She nearly screamed around his cock as he
fluttered his tongue of her clit, simultaneously sucking on the
swollen bud.  None of her lovers, not even Alex when they were
first married, had encouraged any kind of exploration of their
manhoods.  They were more interested in getting her on her
back so that they could put it inside her.  Some of the more
adventurous would get on their own backs so she could ride them,
but even then, their goal was to be buried inside of her
pussy.

She had never even thought
of exploring a man's body, never needed to, and so she had never
realized the effect her touch could have on him.  Now she was
getting quite a lesson.  Holding his sack a bit more tightly,
she squeezed gently, and was rewarded with another lusty moan as he
writhed beneath her.  Grace became almost lost in the sucking
and squeezing, her hips moving as she climbed closer to
climax.

When it hit, she jerked her head off
of his cock, afraid that she might bite down as she spasmed with
ecstasy.  He sucked hard on her clit and she wrapped her
fingers around his dick, releasing his sack, squeezing his rod so
hard she could feel it pulse between her fingers as she came.
 

Suddenly, she was on her back and Alex
was between her legs, shoving his cock into her.  Her pussy
was still convulsing with orgasmic rapture, and she screamed his
name as the rough invasion sent her soaring even higher into
ecstasy.  

Feeling her climax around him, Alex
didn't waste a second worrying about Grace's pleasure - she had
already reached it and didn't show any sign of coming down from it.
 Sliding his hands under her shoulders, he held her in place
as he began a steady, almost brutal thrusting, using her
climax-wracked body for his own pleasure.  Her cries became
higher, her fingers clawing uselessly at his clothing as she
writhed.  The grip of her pussy was almost painful as he
fucked her hard, pounding between her thighs with every bit of his
forceful need.

He could feel the pressure rising,
tightening, and he roared her name as he thrust home, holding her
so tightly he swore he could actually feel his cock exploding
against her womb.  Grace mewled and shuddered beneath him,
tears rolling down her face from the intensity of her ecstasy, her
breath sobbing out as her fingernails raked over his jacket.
 

They'd never bothered to undress.
 

It was the most frantic
coupling of his life, and yet he couldn't regret it for a moment.
 Even though she'd distracted him from their conversation.
 He'd learned a few things about his wife, not the least of
which was that she was just as passionate for him as he was for
her.  Perhaps she'd only meant to divert him, but she'd
quickly become caught up in their lovemaking as well.
 

And he'd been the first man to know
her sweet mouth.  Alex did his best not to think about her
with other men.  After all, he wasn't blameless.  But he
did feel a surge of masculine satisfaction at knowing he'd had
things from her that no one else had.  

Leaning down, he kissed
her swollen lips, just as her eyelashes fluttered.  She was
all limp, satisfied female beneath him.  Loved into a dazed
state.  Still panting for breath.  The corset she was
wearing probably didn't help.  

Alex drank her in like she was a tonic
for all his ills.  She whimpered a bit, but she kissed him
back, her hands moving more slowly across his shoulders.
 Sliding under his jacket, caressing him through his shirt.
 

"Mmmmm..."  Grace sighed as he
pulled away, feeling absolutely boneless.  She didn't even
care about the indecent sprawl of her body or that her skirt was up
around her hips.  

"Come on, sweetheart, I'll take you to
bed."

She didn't protest as he
lifted her in his arms.  Sleepily, she nestled against his
shoulder.  As a distraction, her tactics had worked admirably.
 However, she was fairly certain that they'd also had a hand
in the further crumbling of her walls.  All she wanted to do
was burrow into Alex's arms and never come out.  What was she
going to do if he dashed all her hopes again?

Chapter 14

Fortunately, Alex showed
no sign of wanting to talk the next morning.  They were too
busy closing up the house, settling the affairs with man he'd
rented it from, and packing up the carriage.  Grace felt
rather jumpy, worrying over what the ride would be like, but she
supposed she could always seduce him again.  This morning
she'd been in his arms, his cock pressing against her stomach, and
he'd started to roll atop her when his valet had knocked and
reminded him that he'd asked to be woken early.

She'd been surprised at
how disappointed she'd felt.  Especially considering their
activities last night.  How was it that she craved him more
than ever, when last night should have satisfied her for at least a
week? 

It was because it was Alex... no other
man had ever come close to touching her heart, and so the physical
act had never been anything more than a means to release.
 With Alex, it was so much more.  Last night, as he'd
been touching her, loving her, she'd felt sure that there was more
to their encounter than just her emotions.  She would have
been willing to swear that he felt something for her too.  Of
course, once the rush of pleasure was over, she was no longer so
sure, but there was no denying that when they were intimately
joined, she felt that something was there.

Perhaps that was what she was truly
craving.  Not the physical intimacy, but the emotions that she
felt when they were engaged in it.  The emotions she felt from
him.

Soon they were going to be trapped in
a carriage together.  Then she would be trapped on his
estates.  But she refused to be trapped in a marriage she
didn't want for the rest of her life.  

The only thing now was to decide
whether or not she still wanted it. 

"You still look tired, sweetheart, sit
down," Alex said, suddenly appearing beside her, concern clear on
his face.  Grace had to admit, she liked that he was becoming
more expressive.  "We'll be ready to go soon.  You can
direct from over here."

He took her hand and led
her to a bench in the front hall, not far from where she'd been
standing.  Even though she did feel a bit fatigued still, she
had been perfectly fine standing... but she liked his solicitous
attention.  It still felt a bit strange to have someone
watching over her again, sharing the burden of her day-to-day life.
 While she'd gotten used to it in some areas, this was the
first time they'd ever packed up a house together and moved on from
it.  

"Oh, be careful with that!"
 Grace said, jumping up as one of the footmen hurried past her
with a vase in his arms.  One of the ones she'd gotten in
Paris, when she and Alex were on their honeymoon.  It was the
only thing he'd bought her that she took with her, everywhere she
went.  Seeing the look on his face, as he recognized it, she
scowled.  "I just like the vase.  Don't... don't read
anything into it that's not there."

"Of course not," he murmured, bringing
the hand he was still holding up to his mouth to kiss, his dark
eyes never leaving hers.  But she could tell by the look in
his eyes that he knew she was lying.  

The vase had represented many things
to her.  The bitterness of being let down.  A reminder
not to trust too easily again.  But also a memory of what had
been good, the happiness that they'd had for a short time before
reality had intruded.  Even though she'd been let down, she
hadn't completely given up hope on love.  

"Sit down, sweetheart," he said, his
mild voice at odds with the intense look he gave her.  It was
both dominant and sensual, a voice to be obeyed.  Grace found
herself sitting back down without even thinking about it.
 "Now stay here, I'll take care of everything
else."

Somewhat bemused, Grace
decided to obey.  Although she'd been the aggressor when it
came to their love-making last night, she had no doubts about who
was in charge of the relationship in general.  Part of her
still felt a bit of resentment that the staff she'd once trusted
was completely his.  Another part of her warmed to the idea
that he'd cared enough to watch over her - after all, it's not as
if any of the staff had interfered in her life in a negative way
until the day he'd come to retrieve her.  She told herself
that he'd been spying on her, but even that made her feel strangely
happy in an odd sort of way.  Because he'd cared enough to
both keep tabs on her and, at the same time, allow her to live her
life the way she wanted.

Perhaps she was just fooling herself
again, but it did seem the most logical explanation.  Or maybe
Eleanor's optimism was rubbing off on her.