he liked the way her mouth opened, as if in invitation. He would accept that invitation, but he had promised her better than good, had he not? And he had every intention of delivering.
He worked his way down her body, fighting with her skirts. What the devil was with all these asinine flounces, anyway? The whole affair was far too elaborate. He wrestled them to her waist, instructing her to hold the hems in place. The picture that greeted him was worth the fuss.
Neat satin boots, laced up. Curved calves encased in silken stockings. Frilled drawers. Lush hips. As he watched, she inched her legs apart, revealing herself to him. The slit in her drawers was an alternate gate into heaven, parting to show him sleek, pink flesh, her plump pearl peeking from between her folds.
On a groan, he buried his face there, in the apex of her thighs. He sucked her until she came, and then he sank his tongue deep inside her cunny, licking up all her spend. When she was soaked and thrashing, he rose over her, releasing himself from his trousers and sinking into her in one long thrust.
He was deep inside her, planted to the hilt.
She was so tight, so hot, clutching him, dragging him to the abyss where only she could take him.
He lowered himself over her, planting his elbows on either side of her beautiful face on the counterpane. She smelled like orange blossom and sun-drenched skin. He wanted to stay in this moment forever. But her cunny was clenching, urging him on. And desire pounded through him, spurring him to finish what he had begun.
He found a way to swivel his hips into hers that made his groin brush against her pearl with each thrust. She moaned, her hands everywhere on him, her lips landing feverish kisses anywhere they could reach. His Adam’s apple, his ear, his jaw, his lips.
Another series of strokes, and she was coming undone for him again, the tremors rushing through her making her cunny spasm around his cock, holding him, draining him. She found her release, throwing back her head on the counterpane and crying out to the underbellies of the leaves rustling overhead and the endless blue of the country sky beyond.
He emptied himself inside her on a groan, his seed spurting into her depths. No matter how many times he and Jo made love, this beautiful communion—their bodies joining, him losing himself inside her—each experience was new. Like a little renaissance between them. Her every movement, breath, look, excited him.
He lived for her.
There was no other way to describe the manner in which she consumed him.
Holding her close, his cock still lodged within her, he rolled them to their sides. He caressed her beautiful face and kissed her long and slow, showing her the way he felt, all the emotions tangled up within him. Sometimes, deeds were better than words.
The wetness of her tears startled him, kissing his fingertips.
He jerked his mouth from hers, searching her gaze. “What is it, Josie? What is the matter?”
“Nothing.” She gave him a tremulous smile. “It is only that I am so very happy, so complete.”
His heart was thundering in his chest as if he had just run the perimeter of the park. “I am happy and complete too, my love. You make me that way.”
He cupped her cheek, an exquisite feeling of tenderness for her washing over him.
“Do you think…” She hesitated, chewing her lower lip before continuing. “Do you think we could be…more complete, Decker?”
He searched her eyes, trying to understand her question. “Do you feel unhappy, my love? Is there something missing? Something I can change, something I can give you?”
She shook her head slowly, and then, the tears were welling again, filling her expressive eyes, trailing down her cheeks, bathing his fingers. “I am not unhappy at all. And as for something missing…I am not sure if he or she was missing before.”
Everything within him froze. He stilled. Hope rose in his chest, buoyant as an ascension balloon. “Josie?”
She placed her hand over his, pressing his palm to her cheek. “We are going to have a baby, Decker.”
The news hit him in the gut. Hell, he was still inside her. He had just made love to her on the ground.
He stiffened. “Why did you not say anything sooner? My God, I just…took you in the dirt. I was not careful. Josie. A baby? Truly? Do you mean it? How do you know?”