Chapter 7
Gerard grit his teeth as he worked his cock into slick, swollen tissues. Crushing Pel to his chest, he struggled to keep his wits while every cell in his body was focused on the heated pleasure of her cunt and the panting cries she welcomed him with. He burned all over, even the roots of his hair, his drying skin misting with sweat until it was damp again.
“Oh Pel,” he crooned, pushing her leg aside so he could pump deeper. “It feels like heaven inside you.”
She writhed beneath him, the gyrations of her hips a stimulation he could barely stand. “Gray…”
The breathy plea made him shudder hard against her. “Damn it, cease wiggling before I lose what little control I have.”
“This is control?” she gasped, arching her hips up in silent demand. “What are you like when you have none?”
He released her hands, and hugged her slim body to his.
Many times in his life he had been witless with lust. Many times he had given those baser impulses free rein. Never had the need been as fierce as it was with Isabel. Her flamboyant beauty, blatant sexuality, and lush curves were made for a man as primitive in his desires as he was. She had been too much for him four years ago, though his arrogance would never have allowed him to admit it. Now he was worried he would be too much for her. And frightening her from his bed was not an option.
Releasing her hands, he thrust his hands beneath her, and rolled, bringing her over him.
“W-what?” she gasped, her unbound hair falling over his face and shoulders, drowning him in her scent. His cock grew impossibly harder.
“Ride me,” he growled, his hands releasing her as if she burned him. Her ripe body draped over his was nearly his undoing. What he wished to do more than breathe was to pin her beneath him, and shaft her tight cunt without mercy until he was well and truly spent. And then do it again. But she was his wife, and deserved better than that. Since he could not trust himself to take the lead, he had to trust it to her.
Isabel hesitated, and he thought for a moment that she would change her mind and refuse him again. Instead she set her hands to the floor and raised her torso. She slid down, taking more of him inside her, until the drenched lips of her sex kissed the base of his cock. His hands fisted as she moaned plaintively. The positioning of her body angled his cock deliciously.
“God, Gray. You feel so…”
Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, Gerard sucked in his breath at her unspoken praise. He understood what went unspoken. There were no words for this.
Perhaps it was simply that she had aroused and rejected him repeatedly, as no other woman ever had. Perhaps it was because she was his wife, and that added bit of true ownership increased the moment’s poignancy. Whatever it was, sex had never been like this, and they hadn’t even begun.
“You must move, Pel.” Opening his eyes, he swallowed hard as she extended her arms straight behind her, the ends of her hair pooling on his chest. He wondered how they would do this. Would she dismount and face him? Watching her come would give him great pleasure, but the thought of separating his cock from her was nigh unbearable.
“Must I?” she purred in a taunting tone, and while he could not see her face, he knew her look would be sly. She lifted one hand, her weight settling more firmly on the other arm, her ass cradled by his loins. He lay frozen with bated breath as she reached between her legs, first giving his drawn up balls a teasingly soft squeeze before stroking higher.
Oh hell. If she masturbated on his cock, he would explode.
“Are you going to-?” he began.
She did.
He grunted as her cunt clenched tight as a fist around him. “Bloody hell!”
Clutching her hips in almost panic, Gerard held her slightly aloft as he thrust upward violently, fucking through her gasping depths like a man possessed.
“Yes!” she cried, her head falling back, burying his throat and mouth in fiery tresses. All the while her body milked his cock, luring his seed, the pulsating spasms nearly brutal in their intensity.
It went on forever, her first heated release, but he bit his lip bloody and held on. Only when she went limp in his arms, did he yank himself free, coming hard, spurting scalding streams of lust and longing across her thigh and the rug.
He had wanted to take the edge off.
They had barely scratched the surface.
Pel lay back over him, gasping for air, and he cupped her breasts and kissed her temple. The scent of her mixed with sex was intoxicating. He pressed his nostrils against her skin and breathed it in.
“You are a horrid, dreadful man,” she whispered.
Gerard sighed. Of course, he would have to marry the most obstinate woman in the world. “
“Next time?”
He could tell she was poised to argue, so he reached between her legs and stroked her clitoris with a soft glide of his fingertips. When she moaned, he grinned. “Yes, next time, which will commence momentarily, once I have cleaned us up a bit and moved this arrangement to a more comfortable venue.”
She scrambled to her feet, spinning to face him, a whirl of auburn hair and flushed, creamy skin. Staring up at her, Gerard was struck by the absolute carnal perfection of her form. Purely, beautifully naked, Isabel Grayson was a Venus, a siren-full-breasted with generously curved hips, and a wide mouth framed by full kiss-bruised lips. His cock responded with admirable haste. Isabel’s eyes dropped to it, and then widened.
“Good grief. We just attended to that thing.”
He shrugged, and bit back a smile as she continued to stare, her gaze blatantly appreciative and only slightly intimidated. Rising to his feet, he caught up her hand and tugged her back into the bathing chamber. “I cannot help but respond. You are quite simply a stunningly attractive woman.”
Isabel snorted, but followed him without protest, although she lagged slightly behind. He glanced over his shoulder to see why, and caught her ogling his ass with a riveted gaze. She was too preoccupied to realize he’d taken note, so he flexed his buttocks and then laughed when she blushed. Whatever her objection to marital sexual intimacy, it was certainly not due to lack of interest in him.
“Care to tell me about your night?” he asked solicitously, treading new ground. He was not accustomed to casual conversation in the middle of an amorous interlude. His fully engorged erection was not helping him concentrate either. Not that he could help it. His wife’s gaze was burning his skin.
“Why?”
“Because you are upset about it.” Gerard turned and pushed her into a chair, taking a moment to brush the lovely hair he so admired over her shoulders.
“This is so awkward,” she complained, her arms crossing over her chest modestly as he reached into the tub and pulled out one of the soaked towels. “What are you doing?” she asked, watching him squeeze out the excess water.
“I told you.” He dropped to a crouch before her, and with a hand on each knee, forced her legs apart.
“Stop that!” Isabel slapped at his hands. He arched a brow and slapped her back, although with far more gentleness. “Brute,” she gasped with wide eyes.
“Wench. Allow me to clean you up a bit.”
Sherry-colored eyes shot fire at him. “You have done quite enough, thank you. Now leave me in peace, and I will care for myself.”
“I haven’t even started,” he drawled.
“Nonsense. You’ve had what you wanted. Let’s forget this happened, and go on as we were.”
Gerard rocked back on his heels. “Had what I wanted, eh? Don’t be daft, Pel.” He shoved her clenched thighs
