you with hard angles and sharp edges.” He cupped her bottom. “I much prefer your soft curves.”
“I like your hard angles and sharp edges,” she let herself admit. Her hand continued its exploration of his stomach, but her eyes were locked on that hard length of him that was growing heavier and longer by the moment. “Your body intrigues me.”
“Ignore him.” He waved a hand dismissively over his nether region. “He has a mind of his own and can sense that there’s a nice warm, tight, wet space in which he could hide away for a while.”
“Why should I ignore him, though?” She ran one finger up the length of the member in question.
Sullivan hissed a breath out through his teeth. “Because you are, no doubt, sore. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
She added another finger, then gently encircled him with her entire hand. His member was hard but the skin soft. He was damp and somewhat sticky from their earlier joining. “I don’t think I’m too sore.”
He groaned as she moved her hand over him.
“You like that, don’t you?” she asked, feeling emboldened by her actions and his reactions. This entire experience was fascinating. Yes, the sensations were pleasurable, but his body fed her innate curiosities.
“Yes. It feels so damned good.” He cursed.
The power to affect someone in such a way was heady, something she could definitely get accustomed to, especially because it would give her some measure of power in their relationship. Men always wielded their authority over women. This, perhaps, would even the field, as it were.
“My mother never spoke to me about the goings-on between a woman and a man, at least not in any detail that made sense. She used so many metaphors about flowers, I frankly got lost in the garden. I don’t suppose she ever thought I’d marry.” She looked up at his face and found him staring at her.
“You can ask me questions, if you have any.” He cupped her cheek. “Or we can just figure out things together.”
She nodded, continuing to move her hand against his shaft.
He moaned. “Oh God, Tilly, that’s so good.” He bucked his hips up to meet her pumping hand. “Kiss me.”
She licked her lips, then leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. He didn’t waste any time in deepening the kiss, spearing his tongue inside and sliding it against her own. One hand cupped her breast and kneaded it, flicking a finger across her sensitive nipple. He pinched the sensitive tip. Then he lifted her and situated her astride him. He rocked his pelvis, sliding his hot erection against her center.
She moaned and slid herself over his shaft.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Take your pleasure.” He cupped both breasts and tugged on her nipples as she moved against him. “Ride me, wife.”
She lost all sense of decorum as she rocked on him; the sensations were too good. Pleasure pulsed through her and she knew she was getting close again to that pinnacle of sensation. It crashed over her, and she had barely started to ride the waves of the climax when he reached between them and lined himself up so that when she slid back, he entered her.
She cried out as the climax started again. Or maybe it had never ended. He gripped her hips and pumped up into her over and over.
He cursed again. “Oh, sweetheart. It’s so good, you’re so damned good.”
She loved that he talked during their lovemaking, that he told her he was enjoying it. It made it all the more pleasurable for her. That deep baritone voice of his would get all raspy and hot as it slid across her skin in seductive caresses.
“I’m going to come,” he whispered. His abdomen grew tight beneath her and then she felt him release his hot seed inside her. His eyes closed, his lips parted, and his expression was one of sheer bliss.
This man, he was mesmerizing. And he was her husband, and they got to do this whenever they wanted, anytime they wanted. She repressed a giggle as the notion hit her.
“Are you laughing at me?” he asked, cocking one eyebrow.
She looked down and found him giving her an incredulous grin.
“You are!” He pinched her side and she giggled more. “What is so amusing?”
She shook her head. “No. It’s embarrassing.”
“Tell me.” Again, he dug his fingers into her sides, tickling her mercilessly.
“I was only thinking now that we’re married we can do this whenever we want.”
His brows rose sharply. “Indeed?” He flipped them