He swallowed hard as primitive emotions rushed to the fore. Waves of possessiveness and the imperative to protect overtook him. She would bear his children, becoming the center of his world. Daniel lowered himself to the bed and stretched out beside her. Slowly he stroked her, fascinated by the contrast of his work-hardened and weathered hand against the silky softness of her fair skin.
Meredith ran a palm over his chest. “Kiss me, Daniel,” she whispered. “Make love to me.”
A growl broke free from deep in his throat, and it was all he could do to keep from rolling her beneath him and taking her right then and there. This was their wedding night, and he wanted to savor the experience, make it last. It took a great deal of will to restrain himself from acting on his impulses. Her pleasure came first, thereby heightening his own.
Daniel nipped at her lower lip and cupped one of her breasts, a perfect fit for his palm. The breathy sigh she expelled against his mouth sent his blood racing. He kissed her deeply. Their breath mingled, and he closed his eyes, reveling in the sensations coursing through his entire being.
As he ran a thumb over her hardened nipple, he kissed his way down her neck and across her collar bone. “Thank the heavens you have two of these,” he said, raising his head to study her beautiful breasts. “One to taste, and one to touch.”
Meredith made a sound, half laugh, half snort. “I’m sure that’s why there are two.”
“Mmm.” He took a nipple into his mouth, teasing the bud with nips and licks before sucking it into his mouth. She tasted clean, sweet, and his lovely wife made the most enticing little sounds and began to writhe at his touch.
Her hands roamed over him, stroking and caressing him into a frenzy as she worked her way down to his cock. Taking hold, she squeezed and ran her thumb over the head. His hips bucked uncontrollably against her. She slid her hand down from the head to fondle his testicles, and he feared losing control. He concentrated on the different methods of mining, of mucking out the mules’ stall, but it was no use.
Burying his face against her neck, Daniel reached between them and traced his fingers over her sex, touching the nub of her pleasure gently. Her hips came up off the bed, and he dipped a finger into her slick heat. He pressed against her there with the pad of his thumb, rubbing in a circular motion against her clit.
She moaned and grabbed onto his shoulders with both hands as if she needed to be moored. He inserted two fingers and increased the pressure and the pace of his ministrations until her entire body tensed and she begged him not to stop. Her thighs closed tightly over his hand as she came apart in his arms. She shuddered and sighed, and then she went slack.
He drew her close, rolled her beneath him and kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and finally her luscious mouth. She opened her thighs to him, and he slid his hands beneath her fine derrière, tilting her hips up enough that he could nudge his cock against her opening. He entered only enough that the head was inside her. “Ahhh.”
She groaned and rocked upward, and with his next thrust, he went a little farther. “Feels … so damn … good,” he rasped as he withdrew and slowly went in a little deeper.
“Yeah? Well you’re torturing me,” his dear wife scolded.
“I want to make it last,” he said as he withdrew again.
“Daniel, we have all night and the rest of our lives together. I want you now.”
He stilled, raised himself and stared down at his love. Brushing the damp hair from her forehead, he kissed her. Tenderness, and love mixed with desire took hold as he buried himself as deeply inside her as he possibly could, thrusting over and over until he went mindless and nothing existed beyond the pleasure engulfing him. Meredith met his pace, tilting her hips to take him deeper and tightening her inner muscles around his cock as he withdrew.
A coil tightened within him with each thrust until he lost control, and his hips rocked erratically. “Meredith,” he called out as his climax took him in a cataclysmic burst of pulsing bliss. As the last shudder racked through him, he collapsed in a boneless heap beside her, the aftereffects still sending throbbing pulses through him.