Epilogue
Bridget’s desire grew within her, as hot as a flame.
By the time they reached the townhouse, Bridget could scarcely contain herself.
Her core ached with need, and her fingers itched to touch him.
They did not even reach the stairs before Lewis was on her.
He braced her against the wall and kissed her hungrily.
Bridget wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, so hard that her lips and jaw ached.
Lewis dropped his head and trailed kisses along her jaw, her neck, and her breasts.
Bridget’s pulse jumped. Each press of his lips against her skin made her sex pulse with need.
As if he knew her thoughts, Lewis placed a leg between her thighs.
With a ragged groan, Bridget bucked her hips, rubbing her sex against him.
“Please, Lewis!” she exclaimed, her fingers curling in his hair. “Oh! Please!”
“Patience,” he growled against the hollow of her throat.
But while he ordered her to have patience, Lewis seemed quite lacking in that virtue himself.
His hands seized great handfuls of her skirts and heaved them clumsily past her thighs.
Bridget gasped, as cold air rushed over her legs and her core.
She was exposed for any passing servant to see.
Her face grew hot, flushed with mortification and a pleasure that she dared not acknowledge.
The entire world could have ended around her, and even then, Bridget would have kept kissing Lewis as if her life depended on him.
“I love you,” she whispered. “I love you so much.”
He chuckled, the sound rumbling in his throat. “I love you, too.”
Lewis pressed his body more firmly against her.
His manhood was hard against her stomach.
For all his talk of having patience and going slow, the effect that Bridget had on him was undeniable.
She tossed back her head and groaned raggedly.
His hands fumbled with the laces of her gown.
Once they were loose, Bridget leaned forward, so he could push the gown from her shoulders.
He pressed her against the wall again, his hands cupping her breasts through her stays. Bridget swept her own hands down his broad shoulders and over his well-muscled back.
“To the bed!” Bridget exclaimed, her voice raw and ragged. “I cannot bear it much longer!”
Indeed, the ache between her legs was so great that she wondered if it was possible to find release from his kisses and caresses alone. Did he even need to touch her aching sex?
Lewis slipped his hands beneath her thighs and in a sudden, strong motion, brought her up.
Bridget gasped and wrapped her legs around his waist. A moan tore from her as his manhood brushed against the entrance of her sex.
She once more wrapped her arms around his neck and bucked her hips forward.
Lewis’s grip on her thighs tightened, and his breath quickened, coming in uneven gasps for air.
“Yes,” he said through clenched teeth. “If we do not go to the bedroom now, I fear we may not make it.”
“Can you carry me there?” Bridget asked.
“With ease.”
As he carried her up the stairs, Bridget kissed his throat. He chuckled.
“Careful,” he said. “I might decide I no longer care about the bedroom. What if I decided to take you right here on the stairs?”
“I would not object to that.”
His eyes gleamed with delight. Lewis pressed her back against the wall and claimed her mouth once more. The kiss sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through Bridget like wildfire. His fingers flew to her garters, undoing them.
Bridget gasped for air. “You are unsatiable!”
“And yet you are the one who is already in a state of undress,” Lewis said. “You little vixen.”
She pitched forward when he moved away from the wall.
A startled laugh tore from her as they finally reached the bedchamber.
Lewis did not pause for even an instant.
He took her to the bed, and Bridget let herself fall backwards onto the mattress, bouncing slightly.
Lewis’ hands flew to her stays, untying the laces and casting them aside.
Bridget seized his jacket, pulling it down his arms. Lewis paused, helping her remove the garment.
He cast it aside. The rest of their clothing was lost in quick succession.
Lewis seized Bridget’s chemise and pulled it over her head, flinging it to the floor.
Bridget undid Lewis’s waistcoat and his shirt, throwing them away and uncaring where they landed.
Lewis pulled down her stockings with agonizing slowness, trailing his fingers down the inside of her thighs and calves. Bridget lay on the bed, her fingers curling into the bedding, and tossed her head back. Her thighs quivered, and the muscles in her stomach all pulled taut.
“Please,” Bridget said, shifting and twisting on the bed.
He swatted her thigh, the resounding crack sending a jolt through Bridget’s body. It had not hurt, only caused a slight tingling sensation to spread through her leg, but the sound sent a wave of desire tracing the path of her spine.
“Patience,” Lewis chided.
“Mercy!” Bridget exclaimed. She arched her back and fixed him with her best come hither expression. “Besides, why torture yourself like this? I know you want me, too.”
“So I do.”
He removed his shoes, stockings, and trousers in quick succession. His manhood was already hard and ready for her. Bridget’s breath caught in her throat.
Lewis bounded onto the bed and straddled her waist. He kissed her feverishly, the heat from his mouth rivaling only that in Bridget’s aching core. She dug her nails into his back, clinging to him as they kissed until the entire world fell away.
Bridget jolted her hips up, bucking desperately against his cock.
Dampness spread between her thighs, and her body began to move quickly and without conscious thought.
She bucked and rocked and twisted. Lewis grasped her wrists and pinned them over her head.
Bridget arched her back, desperate to find release.
Her breasts brushed against his chest, her nipples hard and aching.
Lewis broke the kiss. His lips were swollen and his eyes wide and dark with lust. “My Bridget,” he murmured.
“My Lewis,” she replied. “Oh, please…I must have earned it.”
Lewis chuckled. “I think I will be the judge of that.”
She shifted beneath him, squirming in desperation to find her release, but she could not manage to create enough friction to trigger her climax. Lewis grinned at her, his lips twitching with delight. “How are you managing?”
Bridget fell back onto the bed with a dissatisfied groan. “I cannot do it,” she whispered.
“I know.”
He dipped his head and kissed her breasts, one after the other.
Lewis circled a nipple with his tongue, and Bridget gasped.
She strained against his hands, still grasped tightly around her wrists, but Lewis was too strong.
Bridget resigned herself to laying against the bedding and letting him do as he would.
He worked her nipple between his lips and scraped his teeth over her sensitive bud. Bridget whimpered.
Her body trembled, pleasure threatening to burst free. She was just on the edge, so close to having what she wanted, and tears sprang from her eyes from the need building inside her.
“Keep your hands there,” Lewis said.
Bridget nodded hastily, eager to obey if it meant that she would find her release more quickly.
Lewis stroked her breasts and made a slow, steady path down her body, trailing kisses and caresses.
She barely dared to breathe when his breath ghosted over her core.
Lewis locked eyes with her and traced circles with his thumb just above that special place that always brought her incomparable pleasure.
Her fingers twitched. She longed to touch him, but if she tried, Bridget suspected Lewis would cease his ministrations. “Lewis, you are teasing me too much,” she whispered.
“Am I?”
His hand slipped lower. At last, he touched that spot she loved the most, and Bridget suddenly tipped over the edge.
She tossed her head back and screamed, tears springing to her eyes as the most intense release she had ever experienced tore through her.
Her legs trembled, her hips jolted upwards, and white obscured her vision. Bridget gasped for air.
She fell back to the bed, now damp with her sweat and the proof of her arousal.
“Was it everything you wanted?” Lewis asked, grinning.
“Almost,” she said.
“And you called me insatiable.”
“Hypocrite,” Bridget said. “You want this as much as I do.”
Lewis took his manhood in hand and stroked himself. Bridget’s breath caught in her chest, as she took in the sight of him and how his whole body tensed when he touched his cock. She spread her thighs wide and tilted her hips up, silently urging.
Lewis raised an eyebrow. “I want to tease you further,” he said, “but I fear you are right, my wife.”
He guided himself inside her, his tip pushing against her entrance.
Bridget inhaled deeply. She pressed her wrists into the bedding and braced herself as Lewis pushed himself inside her.
There was the faintest pinch, for she was still very tight.
Lewis took hold of her hips and moved carefully out, letting her adjust to him. Her muscles tightened almost at once.
“You are so tight,” Lewis groaned.
“Wonderful,” Bridget said, bucking her hips.
Lewis grunted and sheathed himself inside her.
He set a firm rhythm, moving in and out.
Bridget soon found the rhythm and rocked against him, meeting his every thrust. Lewis’s breath came in sharp, loud pants.
His muscles were tight and beautiful, and Bridget gazed wonderingly at him.
Pleasure curled inside her once again, twisting tighter and tighter inside her.
She could endure it no longer. Bridget lowered her arms and grasped her own breasts, kneading them between her hands and rubbing circles around her nipples.
“You disobedient vixen,” Lewis growled.
“I know!” Bridget cried out, as her body trembled at the growing pleasure.
Even if she was disobedient, Lewis seemed to have decided that he had denied himself for long enough.
He quickened his movements, his body shaking as he drew himself closer to his own release.
His hot seed filled her, and Bridget arched her back.
She gasped, her whole body shaking as her second release tore through her.
Bridget rode the wave of pleasure until it slowly abated, leaving her body pliable and wonderfully used.
Lewis withdrew himself and patted her thigh. “I have missed you very much,” he said softly, as if he was making some sacred confession.
“And I missed you for this and many other reasons,” Bridget said.
He lay on his side beside her and propped his chin up against his fist. “I will not forget that you disobeyed me, though. You must be disciplined for that.”
“Now?” she asked.
Bridget could not decide if being disciplined right then filled her with dread or anticipation. Perhaps it was a little of both. She remembered those early days when her husband had brought her close to the edge but refused to give her all the pleasure that she wanted.
“No,” Lewis said thoughtfully. “When you least expect it.”
“Oh.”
Bridget imagined Lewis pleasuring her in the bath or while she was preparing for bed or reading in the drawing room. Each salacious scenario was more delightful than the last, and she grinned at him, entirely unrepentant.
“I shall look forward to it, my dear husband.”
“We shall see,” Lewis replied.
Bridget leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on his lips. “The last time I asked you to spend the night with me, you declined.”
A flicker of guilt flashed in his eyes, as Lewis shifted closer to her. He raised a hand and stroked her cheek. “That was a grave error on my part. Tonight, you are going nowhere, and neither am I.”
Lewis drew her into his arms, and Bridget sighed contentedly. She lay there quietly and found there was no place that she would rather be in all the world.
The End?