Knowing the cause, he hid a private smile.
He murmured against her lips, “Have you been a good girl for me?”
“Yes.” Blushing, she added, “All week, like you instructed.”
The pout in her voice made him harder.
“Patience makes passion sweeter.” He drew a finger down the column of her neck, feeling her silken shiver in his balls. “And there’s no need to rush. We have all night.”
“I am not going to last all night,” she protested.
At the reversed text, he had to laugh. His bride knitted her brows, looking adorably confused. With her confident ways, he sometimes forgot how innocent she still was. It would be his pleasure to corrupt and cherish her for the rest of their lives.
“That is not something you need to worry about, sweeting,” he said. “Women don’t have to last. As we’ve proven on numerous occasions, you can find pleasure again and again. Whereas men need a recovery period in between rounds.”
She slid an ingenuous glance at the bulge in his trousers. “Even you?”
“Keep looking at me like that, and we shall soon find out.”
“Promise, sir?” She fluttered her lashes at him.
His duchess was becoming an accomplished tease. Since she only flirted with him, he didn’t mind. The sizzling sexual undertones made their banter even more fun.
“Turn around and hold onto the bedpost while I undress you, brat,” he said.
He didn’t miss the way she trembled at his strict command. She obediently wrapped her fingers around the dark post, reminding him of their other encounter in his bedchamber, one he’d spent many long nights fantasizing about. Now she was here, and he would never have to sleep without her again. The notion fired his heart and his loins.
He let her hair down first, relishing the luxuriant glide of her long locks between his fingers. Then he undressed her slowly, unwrapping her like the precious gift she was. He removed all her layers, except for her white silk stockings and dainty, blue ribbon garters. He liked the way they showed off his bride’s shapely legs and drew the eye to her pretty arse.
He slapped one of the creamy curves, enjoying the firm bounce of her flesh and her breathy gasp.
She twisted her head to look at him. “What was that for?”
The twinkling mischief in her eyes told him she knew exactly why she was being spanked.
“For making me hard during our reception.” He swatted her other cheek. “Did you think you could tease me, touch my cock in public without consequences?”
“No one saw,” she argued. “After all, I did it under the table.”
Her impudence earned her another smack. This time a needy moan escaped her. He spanked her again, knowing that the heat of her pinkening flesh was adding to her burn elsewhere. Goddamn, he could see the wetness smeared between her thighs; her pussy must be drenched.
His erection tested the limits of his trousers, but he was having too much fun to stop their little game.
“I had to stand to give the toast,” he said sternly. “If it hadn’t been for the breathing techniques I learned from Chen, I would have given our guests quite the show. Is that what you wanted? For the world to see how much your husband desires you?”
At the word “husband,” Livy gave him a dreamy smile. “Would it be bad if I said yes?”
Christ, she was a handful. And she was all his.
“Honesty is never bad, sweeting. I think you know that.”
He bent and kissed her nape. Her back arched as he planted kisses down the ladder of her spine, stopping at the crevice between her buttocks. He took her rosy cheeks in his hands, massaging them but not touching her where she wanted it most.
Clutching the post, she whimpered, “Please, Ben.”
“You know you have to ask for what you want, love. And ask nicely.”
“Please, sir…won’t you touch my pussy?”
He rewarded her sweet request. She shivered when his fingertip circled her pleated rosebud before moving down to her slit. As he’d suspected, she was plump and juicy. A part of him wanted to make her wait: to extend her submission, which was doubly sweet since it happened only in the bedchamber and only for him.
Another part of him couldn’t resist the need in his wife’s pleading eyes. When Livy looked at him like that, he would take down the moon and stars for her, give her anything she asked. Seeing that all she wanted was for him to make her come, one of his favorite pastimes, he could not deny her.
And, as he’d said, she didn’t suffer any limits in this arena. This would be the first of many releases for his duchess on their wedding night. It would be his husbandly pleasure to see to that.
“You may rub this wet little pussy against my hand,” he instructed.
Sighing, she rocked against him eagerly. While he diddled her, he used his other hand to play with her nipples. She was sensitive here, and he knew the exact moment to give those pretty pink tips a hard pinch. She cried out, clenching her thighs around his hand, bathing him in a gush of honey that made his mouth water.
He picked her up, tossing her onto his bed. When his haste made her bounce upon the mattress, she giggled. Those giggles melted into moans as he spread her thighs and dove in for a taste. Holy hell, she was delicious.
“Oh, heavens.” She wove her fingers into his hair, gasping, “Ben.”
He was too busy eating her cunny to respond. He savored her with long, swirling licks. As he teased her pearl with his tongue, he slid his middle finger into her sheath. The snug clasp made him
