she’d dropped all the way onto him, taking him fully inside. Piers groaned in delicious agony at the tight fit. He’d never even attempted such a thing before, sure she couldn’t possibly adjust to his size.
“ You’re all right?” he somehow managed to ask.
She didn’t answer. Not with words, at least. Instead, she began to move over him, lifting and dropping her hips in a rhythm all her own, much as she’d done earlier when he’d fingered her. With each movement, her full breasts jostled and shook. He allowed his eyes to feast on them, using his hands to steady her hips.
After a few minutes of moving at her pace, reveling in the tiny sounds she made with each bounce, Piers couldn’t handle it any longer. He tightened his hold on her hips and pressed her down hard against his cock, grinding her pelvis against his and holding her there for a long moment before rocking her back and forth over him.
Judith let out a broken moan at the pressure against her clitoris. She was close to coming for him. Her eyes had taken on that faraway look again. Piers released her hips to let her resume her ride to completion, turning his focus instead to those rock-hard, distended nipples. He took one lively breast in each hand, gently pulling and pinching at will.
The faster she rode him, the more vigorously he attended to her nipples. The more force he used, the tighter the walls of her sex gripped his cock.
In no time, she was shuddering around him. It was the most intense, exquisite torture he’d ever experienced. Then his ballocks tightened and the dam burst, and he emptied himself inside her with a shout as she slowed atop him, then came to a stop.
Judith rested her head against his shoulder as they both fought for air.
When he regained the ability to think, Piers brushed her brown curls off her forehead then lifted her off his softening cock, resettling her on his lap. “You’re all right?” he asked again. “I didn’t hurt you too badly?”
She looked up at him with those intense eyes. “Hurt me? Piers, that was the most wonderful thing I’ve ever experienced. I didn’t know-”
But she broke off and looked away. A furious blush took over her features. How she could possibly turn shy on him after what they’d just shared, he’d never understand. Still, it only made him want her more. Already, he was hardening again. He’d have to resist, though. Her body certainly couldn’t take another assault like he’d just delivered her. Not so soon.
Piers reached out and turned her chin toward him, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Didn’t know what?”
Judith’s tongue darted out and wet her lips again, drawing his eye to her trembling lower lip. He steeled himself against the lust for his wife that was fighting for dominance. She didn’t need any more of his lust right now. She needed his love.
After a long moment, she took a breath. “Mother told me that bedding wouldn’t hurt too much after the first time. She said as long as I would simply lie still, you would take care of your business quickly and it would be over, and I wouldn’t have to suffer overmuch.” She studied her hands, folded neatly in her lap, refusing to look up at him. “The first time did hurt, rather a lot, and I dreaded doing anything that would cause more pain like that. So I’ve done what she told me all this time, never thinking she could have been wrong. I–I didn’t know it could be so pleasurable and lovely.”
Piers cursed himself. “Christ, love, I’m so sorry.” He’s like to have a word with her mother, too, but nothing could change the past. Damnation, he should have controlled himself better on their wedding night-should have taken the time to prepare her for their lovemaking like he had tonight.
Four years. Four years of nights spent relieving himself with his hand while imagining her body around him. Four years of trying agonizingly hard not to hurt her when he attempted to beget his heir. All of them wasted.
He tipped her chin up and kissed her tenderly. “This was good for you, then? You don’t despise me for what I’ve done?”
A ferocious blush stained her cheeks, but she met his gaze. “I’ve always loved you. I could never despise you, Piers. I just didn’t know you wanted me like that.”
Like that and so many other ways. All those nights spent tossing in his bed had allowed his imagination far too much free time to run rampant, concocting manners in which he wanted her. It had often left him with scarcely any time to sleep. He’d only trusted himself to go to her bed on those nights he wasn’t already mad with need before approaching her. Most of his nights had been spent with the door to her chamber locked so he couldn’t risk hurting her.
Judith trailed her fingertips over the contours of his chest, tracing the paths of his toned form. The gentle, tickling pressure sent blood rushing straight to his cock.
He pressed his hand over hers, stilling her movements. “If you don’t stop that, love, and soon, you’ll find yourself bent over the railing there being rutted like an animal from behind.”
Piers had meant his words as an admonishment, but Judith’s eyes widened with curiosity before darkening with passion. Good God. She was quickly becoming quite the wanton.
“ Really? From behind?” She freed her hand from his grasp and resumed her torturous teasing.
“ Don’t test me, Judith. Don’t try my patience.”
A seductive smile, the likes of which he’d never seen on her before soon covered her features. “I’d rather test your endurance.”
FIVE
In an instant, Piers had her braced against the edge of the portico, her arms stretched as far as they would go, her hands gripping tight against the railing, and her feet spread as wide as his shoulders. The smooth iron chilled her where it hit against her stomach. A cool breeze wafted over her. She shivered from the gentle gust against her overheated, sweat-drenched skin. It blew her hair back, carrying the scent of roses to combine with the musk of their lovemaking.
With one hand he bent her forward slightly so she was looking out at the rose gardens under the intense moonlight. With the other, he pulled her hips back against him. And then he was inside her again, deeper than before. Goodness, she’d never felt so stretched before in all her life.
When he moved within her, a strangled moan escaped her lips and she stretched up on her tiptoes, her fingers curling around the bars.
“ Is this good, love?” Piers held her hips in place even as he tugged gently back on her hair so she’d look at him. “Is this what you wanted?”
Judith bit her lip and could do no more than nod. She’d wanted this, without knowing it was what she wanted, for so terribly long. If this was even remotely what the relationship between Aurora and Lord Quinton was like, it was no wonder Aurora always looked like a blushing bride.
Piers put both hands on her hips, tugging her back onto him in rhythm with his thrusts. Somehow, he filled her more than ever before. Was he growing inside her? Gracious, he might split her in two before the night was over, but she’d happily suffer such a fate if she could come again as she had before.
Then he slid one hand down to that overly sensitive nub and rubbed against it intensely, then pinched it lightly. She nearly fell over from the waves of sensation crashing over her, but he held her in place. She was safe. She would always be safe with Piers.
“ Do this for me, Judith. Take your hand and touch yourself like this.”
She hesitated, but then did as he asked. When her hand reached the apex of her thighs, he moved both of his up to torment her breasts as he’d done before, squeezing and pinching, molding against them pulling her back to grind her buttocks against him. She could no longer control the animalistic tones coming from her. Half the abbey was probably awake and listening to them, but she couldn’t care in the least at the moment.
Piers buried his nose against her neck. His breathing was irregular, mixed with low sounds deep from his throat. With a final pulse, his warm surge filled her and she dropped over the edge into bliss.
When Judith awoke, the sun was streaming in through open draperies and she was wrapped in the cocoon of her husband’s arms, still naked and very well loved.
She rolled over. He was staring down at her hungrily again, wearing that same expression she’d so often seen in Lord Quinton’s eyes when he looked at Aurora. How could he want her again already? They’d made love
