He pushed to his feet to stand beside the bed. With one shrug of his massive shoulders, he let his dressing gown fall to the floor.
“I had forgotten how strong you are,” she whispered. She rose up on her knees, eager to touch him. Everywhere. Her hands drew him close, and she brushed her aching nipples against his stiff white shirt. She caressed his throat. Strong, dark and smooth. “Let me feel.”
He braced his feet as she began to stroke the opening of his shirt and undo his buttons. But she shook with excitement. “I’m clumsy.”
“Not used to undressing a man? I find that refreshing.” He lifted his arms, the cords in his throat working. “Take it off.”
She smiled and lifted the garment over his head, then let it drop to the floor. “Oh, Justin, I had forgotten this, too. Your chest,” she whispered as she splayed her fingers in his springy dark hair. “How can you be so much man and I had forgotten?”
He wrapped her close, his mouth a seeking, demanding thing on hers. “Tonight is to remember.”
“And forget,” she blurted, driven, hungry for him as she fingered one of his nipples.
He gasped and stilled her hand. “Forget Henry.”
“With you in my arms,
oh yes
.”
Justin held her nape and kissed her once more, hard and fast. “He is not worth one moment.”
“No. Only you.” Her hands sank to Justin’s trousers. His flies. The buttons. And with her palms against his warm supple loins, she sank inside and felt the raging evidence of how this man was so different from Henry. So vital. So erect. So deliciously hard and ready for her.
She brushed his trousers down his hips and looked at his need for her. “Oh, my. Justin. I will not be able to take you, darling. You are too large. Too…too long and broad.”
He grasped her wrist. “Touch me.”
“No, no.” She yanked from his hold. “I will disappoint you.”
“Never.
Touch
me.” He took her fingers and wrapped them around his hot, rigid cock.
“Justin, you are longer than my hand!”
He snorted, his gaze dark golden green as he smiled at her. “Darling. You have made me so. I do promise you that you can take me.”
“How?”
He led her to move her hand back and forth along his improbable length. “Just as your hand takes this and enjoys this, so will your cunt.”
She nodded quickly, silly as a girl with a new toy. “But I am too small and this is too big. My God, the head alone is huge!”
He gave a laugh. “You compliment me, darling. Now lay back. Let me step out of my trousers, sweet, or I will do nothing but spend in your hand.”
She blinked. Henry often did that, hated it and blamed her for the loss of his spunk. “No, no, you mustn’t!”
He frowned, clamped a hand over the one she had on his cock, and tipped his head. “What’s wrong? What did I say?”
She sought to be free. “Nothing. Nothing. Let me lie down as you wish. I need you, Justin, inside me, like I never needed Henry, please, quickly.”
She scrambled backwards. He stepped out of his trousers, then loomed above her, searching her eyes and somber as a preacher. “What did he do to you, Kitty?”
She shook her head. “Nothing, nothing. Love me, Justin.”
“I do, Kitty. I will. But you must tell me first whatever Henry did to frighten you that—”
“No.” She squeezed her eyes shut, his declaration that he loved her spinning in her mind, taunting her memories of him and what might have been had they been able to overcome the social strictures against their marriage. “You can never know.”
Justin caressed her cheek. “Look at me, Puss. My darling Kat. My beautiful Katherine. What did this man do in the bedroom that you—?”
“He wasn’t gentle,” she revealed.
Justin kissed her cheek. “I hear you, sweet. What else?”
The blessing of his lips on her own drew her into his spell. “He wanted me to pump him.” Aghast she had told Justin that, she stared into his eyes.
“Come, give me your hand, darling.” He led her to grasp his cock again. “You see? I am already hard and yearning to be inside you. There is no need to stroke me. Only if you wish.”
She slid her hand along his remarkable length. “I do wish.”
He swallowed hard. “I am very glad.”
She let out a gasp of laughter. “I am too.”
Justin straddled her, his face above hers, his hand combing stray curls from her cheeks. “Did he kiss you?”
“No.”
But Justin did. A sweet short melding of lips. “Did he caress you?”
“Caress?”
“Your pretty breasts? Like this?” Justin lifted one breast and thumbed an aching nipple only to take it into his mouth and stroke her with his talented tongue.
She shook her head, her body tingling, alive with his regard.
“So then, when he wanted you,” Justin asked as his hands once more spread her thighs apart and sank two fingers inside her, “he was not kind or slow or—”
“It hurt!”
Justin squeezed his eyes shut. “Darling Puss.”
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, rabid now to blot out the memory of the man who should not be here in this bed with her and the man she had always wanted. “I never felt like this with him. I was never mad to have him. Not in a carriage or a room or my bed.”
Justin’s eyes glistened as he stroked her cheek with one set of fingers. “Forget him.”
“I want you. Have always wanted you. Never felt so alive or…or—”
His dark brows shot upward. “Tight?”
“Throbbing! Hungry! Wet!”
He laughed and bent down to kiss her quickly. “Then let me show you how love should be made.”
She hastened to help him, spreading wide her arms and legs upon the mattress.
But as he chuckled, he hooked his arms around her upper thighs and hauled her up, then teased her seam with the head of his cock. “God, you are beautiful. Musky and pink and creamy.” With each word he probed the entrance to her cunny. “So swollen and hot for me.”
She sank her nails into his ribs and said with bared teeth. “And if you do not come inside me soon, I swear I will leave!”
He drove his cock deep, deep, deep within her core, and she could do nothing but open her mouth and stare at him.
“Don’t leave me, Puss,” he said with glittering gaze locked upon her own. “Please don’t.”
His plea undid her, pleased her, thrilled her. She lifted her hips, nudging him to action in any way she could. “Come closer. Have all of me. And for Christsakes,
hurry
before I die, will you?”
He slid out of her and slid right back in. “How is that?”
Wordless, she opened her mouth and snapped it shut.
“And this?” he stroked her again.
She gulped. “Superb.”
“Might you leave now?” he asked as he drove himself inside her.
“Never!”
“I am gratified.” He gave her wave after wave of thrilling, plunging fulfillment.
“So am I!” She clutched him closer, and felt her body yearn for something bigger, bolder, brighter. “More!”
He gripped her hips in the vise of his hands and pounded into her with stunning rhythm, pushing her across the mattress, raising a fury in her body that she could not contain. She could feel him in her pussy, and her blood, to the ends of her fingertips, the ends of her hair, the last of her breath and then she felt him bend closer, fuck her harder.
She cried out, the pulsing of her blood a roar in her ears. The slapping of his thighs on hers the only sound that spilled into her mind and sent her over the edge of a throbbing universe and into a void.
He curled her against the full length of his body, his breath ragged and rasping. She burrowed into him, his chest moist with his exertions, the fragrance of his body a satisfying essence that personified the rapture he had given her.
What need for roses when you had a man you adored?
He pulled away and looked down at her. “You are smiling. This is a good sign. Will you share your thoughts on how well we did?”
Grinning at such an invitation, she languished against the pillows like a well-fed cat, then rose up to plant a kiss on his smiling mouth. “You are an excellent lover.”
He grabbed her close to roll her above him. “It is a pastime defined by two people who join together well. Dare I say then, we are excellent together?”
“You may dare to say it.” She put her head down upon his broad chest and stroked him chest to hip. “Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure and yours, Kitty.”
She pressed a kiss to his sternum. “You are most kind and very understanding.”
Sighing, he ran his fingers through her hair for some minutes. “He must not come between us again.”
What to say to that when nine years of marriage had taught her so many ways to dislike her husband and his proclivities in their bedroom? “We have begun well.”
“Come then.” Justin rolled her to the bed and got to his feet. “I have more to tickle your senses.”
His secretive tone tantalized her. “What?”
He tugged her to him. Kissed her breathless. “I will not tell you. You must come with me!”
“Where?”
“To the table.”
“I never noticed there was one,” she confessed and reached for her wrapper from the floor.
“No clothes,” he admonished. “Just you.”
“It is rather outrageous,” she countered.
“I told you you would need none.” His gaze grew dark with desire as he lifted one of her breasts in his palm and pinched a nipple. “I want to see you like this. Your breasts full, your nipples hard and pointed toward me. Your mouth wide with surprise and swollen with my kisses. Your pussy,” he sank his hand to her seam to ease two fingers inside her, “so ready to have me again.”
At his touch, she felt a gush of fluid run down her thighs. She clamped her legs together, but he caught her up in his arms.
“Let me wash you,” he whispered in her ear.
“No.” She pushed against him as he laid her to the bed again.
He caught her chin with two fingers. “You have allowed me to taste you with my lips and tongue, to claim you with my cock and now you will not permit me the intimacy of washing you?”
Her cheeks aflame, she swallowed. Looked away.
He turned her toward him once more. “For this night and tomorrow, you belong to me. Have I not already proven I am worthy?”
His tenderness undid all her objections. She lay back. “You are. I am a silly goose.”
He kissed her quickly. “To me you are the brave young woman who withstood a French capture in wartime. A lovely creature of the
ton
who makes her way alone in a society not often forgiving of free thinking.”
She chuckled. “The gossips talk of me as an oddity, do they?”