The Perfect Arrangement (The Not So Saintly Sisters #4) - Annabelle Anders Page 0,31
to you?” he asked.
“It seems… large to me.” She would answer him honestly. “But, if it’s part of what we must do to make a baby…” All thoughts of pleasure fled and so she released his member and turned to rest on her back, eyes closed.
“Are you certain you’re ready to do this?” His voice sounded by her ear.
“Yes. Carry on.” She would be brave. “I’ll get used to it.”
“Lillian, your eyes are pinched closed.”
She opened them to see that his face was very close to hers and his eyes looked quite concerned.
“Just do it. Really. Don’t mind me.” Perhaps he required more encouragement. “You may mount me now.”
Christian made a choking sound and fell back onto the other side of the bed to stare at the ceiling. She couldn’t help but notice that his member had shrunk and no longer seemed so… happy? Threatening? How could it be both?
He’d thrown one arm up to cover his face and then the realization struck her: he expected her to do the mounting. Hitching her gown up, she pushed herself to all fours and then lifted her leg across his body so that she straddled him. He dropped his arm and his mouth dropped open as she did her best to align their pertinent parts.
“What are you—?” His hands dropped to her hips.
She would do this. She would make a baby with this man.
Sitting on him this way, however, all thoughts of procreation fled. He seemed to be growing again… Lillian slid herself along him. Not so unpleasant after all.
Christian’s hands had moved to her backside and were urging her back and forth.
Not so unpleasant at all.
Both of them stared into one another’s eyes now, neither smiling, neither talking. Then Christian lifted her slightly, and she felt him at her entrance. She hovered there for just a moment before he relaxed his hold.
This was the moment. She knew it. It was the moment when he would break through her barrier. She’d always heard it would be painful but as she slid onto his engorged manhood, she only felt a slight twinge.
It was inside of her. She released a sigh of relief and he smiled.
“Is it as bad as you’d imagined?”
Oh, but he was teasing her again. Partly. His eyes also reflected concern and tenderness.
She shook her head. “It is… filling.”
He shifted her forward, causing him to slide out partially, and then thrust deeper inside. She gasped, and he halted.
“Painful?”
She shook her head again. “Better. Again please.” And then, ah, yes. He filled her again, and then again, creating the loveliest sort of friction. His hands gripped her waist and she gripped his shoulders. He closed his eyes and she could see that he was concentrating greatly as he worked their bodies together. Before long, her own eyelids had grown heavy and she could no longer bear to keep them open.
She squeezed them together but not in fear. No, she experienced the most pressing anticipation. She moved with him, along him, against him, until at last she arched her back and a lightening type of energy gripped her.
Three few sharp, urgent strokes, and he stiffened, sending a heat flowing through her core. Oh, yes. He would release his seed.
Lillian relished the throbbing inside before collapsing into a heap of nothingness atop him.
Christian shifted and then one of his hands was stroking her head. “Thank you, Lillian.” His mouth touched her forehead and an entirely different kind of warmth penetrated her heart.
As wakefulness set in, Christian gradually become aware that the soft, very willing woman cuddling beside him was his wife.
Lillian.
Lillian.
He wanted to whisper her name aloud but didn’t want to wake her. After her initial misgivings, she’d been eager to press onward in pursuit of conceiving his heir, no less than two additional times.
The second time, she’d trembled in his arms.
The third time, he’d nearly declared his undying love and then she’d asked him if he thought they had succeeded.
He shifted his gaze toward the window and saw that night must have fallen long ago, the moonlight casting a soft glow in the room. He had not slept so soundly since Calvin’s death.
Everything had changed today. Well, many things had changed.
He’d married!
He turned his head and stared at the golden blonde hairs spread in disarray around her head and on his shoulder. A few caught in his whiskers, causing him to smile.
“Ummmm...” A low moan emitted from her and, at the same time, she slid her foot up his leg. “I’m starving.”