Oh, the endless rules.
But now, there were no rules. She'd left them behind hundreds of miles of train tracks ago.
Matt wet a cloth and lathered it with soap, then carefully lifted her arms and began to wash. First he ran the wet cloth from wrist to shoulder, then down to her chest, sweeping over her breasts with the minutest pause over her engorged nipples before rising to the other shoulder and sliding down to her wrist. She stared at him, eyes wide. Speechless.
Next he carefully washed the bruise on her side, leaning in to examine it. His lips mere inches away from her, she held her breath and when he closed the distance and placed a kiss on the tender bruise, she could swear some of the soreness disappeared. His lips were magical. His kisses otherworldly.
Dazed, she simply sat in the water, waiting for what he'd do next. He tipped her forward to wash her back and when she bent, her swollen nipples dipped into the cooling water, sending tingles across her upper body and a few down to her womanly parts. She wiggled in the tub in an effort to quell the need which threatened to overtake her.
"You're being a good girl, Lizzie. Just let me finish up here and then we'll put the liniment on." He stood and took her hand, raising her up as well. Rivulets of water slaked down her body and she blushed from head to toe. "Matt!" Using her free hand, she attempted to cover herself but couldn't decide whether to reach for her breast or her lady parts and ended up simply waving her arm at him.
He took hold of it and clasped both her hands in his. "Settle down, Lizzie." Standing behind her, he blew on her shoulders, raising goose flesh all over her back. With one hand holding both of hers at her waist, he used the other to tip her forward, supporting her across her waist with the hand holding hers. Then he dipped the washcloth into the water again and delved between her legs from the rear.
"Wh-what?" She pushed to stand, but he leaned in, his now wet shirt rough against her back.
"Need to wash you everywhere, Lizzy." He swiped the cloth along the slit of her womanhood and she gasped for air, her toes curling in the cool water of the tub. Then he moved backward and scrubbed between her bottom cheeks, adding extra soap to get a good lather between the cheeks of her bottom.
"Oh. Oh," she wailed. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I'm going to make you feel so good, my sweet Lizzie. You just need to be patient. Can you be patient for me?"
"I-I am not sure," she said, her voice was hoarse and her throat felt like sandpaper from her breath sawing in and out.
He rinsed her backside and then helped her step out onto a towel before he carefully dried her off, paying particular attention to her breasts and then to her private parts, rubbing vigorously at the apex of her womanly core which sent shivers coursing through her.
She clung to his arm, oblivious to her nudity, as heated desire unlike anything she’d experienced before built higher and higher. Matt dropped the towel and slipped his fingers into the folds of her sex. Gasping, she dug her fingers into his arm. This was shocking and she ought to protest the invasion, yet every fiber of her being longed for more. She rested her head on his shoulder and gripped his arms as all the muscles in her body contracted at the same time, held for a moment and then released, shooting her into the air, or so it seemed, where she lingered for a few heart stopping seconds before slowly drifting back down to the bedroom where her husband held her in his arms, whispering soothing words against her hair.
Chapter 6
She'd never felt so relaxed before in her entire life. In fact, she was so lost in her delirium that she barely realized she was naked. Completely naked. And she'd moaned and sighed with abandon just moments before while her husband had his fingers in her private place. The one place she thought no one was supposed to touch.
Well, she was wrong about that, because it felt fantastic and she couldn't wait for it to happen again. And again.
Still murmuring against her hair, Matt bent down, slid one arm behind her knees and lifted her, much as he had when he carried her over the threshold, and held her close to his body.
Being carried was not something Lizzie was accustomed to but she felt utterly safe in Matt's strong arms. His chest was hard and when she rested her head against it, she could hear his heart pounding a rapid rhythm. She smiled, realizing he was not unaffected by their activities.
"Such a good girl, my sweet Lizzie," he said and her heart warmed at the praise, though she was unsure what she'd done to deserve it other than stand there and enjoy herself while he touched her.
Regardless, she lapped up his kind words and the rumble of his deep voice. He laid her down on the bed and she whimpered when she found herself alone. She missed the feel of his arms around her, protecting her. Keeping her near.
She gazed up at him, his beautiful eyes taking her in and she felt a flush realizing that he could see her. All of her. She reached for a blanket but he stilled her hand. "No, Lizzie. Let me look. You are my wife and it makes me happy to look at you. See you happy and relaxed. In my bed. Our bed." He sat on the edge and she felt the mattress dip beneath his weight. She
