cock straining against the placket of his trousers no longer shamed her—it made her feel wanton. It filled her with the desire to please him, to bring him the pleasure he’d promised to teach her.
He returned his eyes to her face, his lips curving into a smile that took her breath away. He bent to trace her lips with his tongue, his touch at her breast, his fingers stroking her nipples causing her to arch and lift toward him. This time his growl was so raw that it sent a shudder through her and drew her own cry of need when he stepped back.
“You are mine,” he said, in a tone that showed his amazement at that fact.
“I am yours,” she agreed. Lucas shuddered at her words, his hands clenching as he took several deep breaths. Lucy saw his face and suddenly understood he was attempting to restrain himself. She unconsciously smiled and sat up, her hair spilling over her shoulders hiding her body beneath its strands. She moved to her knees, her hands reaching to him.
“Let me,” she said as her small fingers began to work the buttons of his vest. Once the last was unfastened, she watched as he shrugged out of it and tossed it aside. She again reached for him, but he captured her hands.
“Move your hair to bare your breasts to me,” he ordered.
She flushed hotly, her hands hesitating before lifting the weight of her hair and moving it over her shoulders. His eyes dropped and hers followed to see herself in a different way. Her bared breasts were definitely swollen, her nipples growing impossibly tighter, rosy pink buds rising in the center of the even darker circles of her areolas surrounding them. Her fingers were trembling as she lifted them to clasp the symbol of his possession lying in the valley between her breasts.
“Beautiful,” he said, reaching out to again gently cup her breasts in his palms. Lucy moaned, the sensation spreading throughout her body, her eyes closing as he gently took each nipple between his finger and thumb, rolling them, tugging slightly and when he gave each a pinch, Lucy arched and gasped, her eyes flying open.
“Spread your legs, Lucy,” he ordered. “Bare your sweet little cunny to me, as well.” He heard her whimper and saw her hesitate, as if only now discovering his intention to look his fill of her nakedness. “Spread your legs,” he repeated.
Lucy held her breath as she forced herself to move her legs apart.
“Sit with your bottom on your heels, legs wide,” he said, his eyes never leaving the ‘V’ of her spread legs. As she obeyed, her naked mons was pushed forward, no blonde curls hiding her swollen and glistening sex. She was aware of his eyes, but instead of feeling shame at the position he required, she acknowledged the fact that she was a woman who was in love, a woman who was flowering in her sexuality, a woman who needed to submit to this man and allow him to take her places she had only begun to realize existed.
Lucas nodded his approval. “Continue,” he said, lifting her hands and giving each a kiss that caused her to shudder.
Lucy trembled as she reached for the buttons of his shirt. Her movements were far more hesitant as he had returned his fingers to her nipples, occasionally giving each a soft pinch or running his fingernail over the extremely sensitive tip of each bud. Lucas smiled as he watched her fingers fumble with the buttons. Her pulse began to race as each one opened, baring his chest an inch at a time. She moaned when the last button came free, and the broad, muscular chest of her husband was fully revealed. Lucas released her nipples and tugged the shirt from his pants, pulling it off and dropping it beside the discarded vest. He didn’t speak but moved to sit on the chair to remove his boots and stockings. Lucy shifted on the bed, her legs closing as her hands moved to cup her breasts, her nipples both aching with relief of being released, as well as the unconscious desire to have his hands claiming them again. Wearing only his trousers, he returned to the bed. He reached out and removed her hands.
“No, you are not to touch yourself, little one. Your body belongs to me, kitten, I will decide how it is to be touched,” Lucas said. Lucy’s hands froze an inch from her breasts. “You were