him on.
“Take what you want, Nellie,” he told her, running himself over her again.
She did not hesitate. Chasing his fingers away with hers, she gripped him. For a moment, she relished the weight of him in her hand, the velvety strength and heat. He was so smooth, so long. Hers.
For today alone.
She guided him to her cunny and sank down on him. He pumped into her at the same time. And he was deep, so deep. And it was good, so very good. He filled her, stretched her. Nell stilled, eyes closed as she absorbed the decadence of it, the forbidden pleasure.
They sighed as one. Thunder crashed. Lighting lit the sky for a fleeting moment. He felt so good, she never wanted to let him go. But that was a dangerous thought. Dangerous and foolish and wrong.
She rose on her knees, until he almost slid from her, and then she moved forward again, filling herself to the hilt. He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked. One of her hands gripped his shoulder while the other was still buried in his hair. She held him to her breast as she took what she wanted, increasing her pace, her breasts bobbing with each thrust.
“Oh, God Jack.” She was going to spend. Again.
He moved with her, increasing the pace and force of his thrusts. He buried his face in her throat, holding her close as they chased their passion together.
“Come for me, Nellie,” he whispered.
She did. She gave in to him. Obeyed. Her second release was every bit as potent as the first. She clenched on him, bliss shattering her. Overtaking her.
Heaven. That was what she felt like.
Being inside his wife after years spent apart was exquisite. She tightened on him, clenching, drawing him deeper into the sweet recesses of her body. She was so wet, so hot. And he had been far too long without her.
He breathed in deeply, kissing her throat where her pulse raced, before tipping his head back to watch her once more. She was a goddess. His goddess.
If he had thought the sight of her riding her horse a miracle, he had been terribly wrong. For that image paled in comparison to the sight of her riding him. Her breasts were bare, pink-tipped offerings crushed against his chest, the hard nipples grazing his chest with each thrust. They were just as he remembered: enough to fill his palms, and so exquisitely responsive.
He held them in his hands, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers as he jerked into her, attempting to prolong the moment. But it had been so long since he had last made love to her, his ballocks had already drawn tight. Her cunny was still quivering around him with the force of her release, and he would join her soon.
It was inevitable.
As inevitable as this moment between them had been.
He had tasted how much she wanted him in her kiss on the road days ago. Though she continually resisted, though she retreated and clung tenaciously to her insistence that they would be divorced, here was definitive proof unlike any other. Nell was half-disrobed, grinding down upon him, her head thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy.
Love for her burst open inside him, blossoming like a tightly furled bud in the summer sun. He had held himself in check for days, but today, that restraint was gone. As the storm raged outside, it mirrored the feelings inside him.
Again and again, he thrust into her. Just when he could not hold on another second, he sealed their lips with a kiss. His hips left the chair as he jerked into her. Hard and deep. He spilled as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, claiming her in every way he could. His release was a torrent, flooding her, filling her with his seed.
Some selfish part of him hoped he got her with child. If she were to have his babe, she would never leave him. But he knew it was an unworthy thought even as he rocked beneath her, the last of his mettle leaving him. He had no wish to stake his claim in such fashion. To trap her.
But what had just happened could not be undone. He collapsed against the chair beneath her, boneless. Weightless. Mindless.
Thankful.
So bloody thankful.
What power she still had over him. Power unlike any other woman before her. Power no other woman could ever exert. She was the only one who held his heart in her hands. Distance, time, hurt—nothing