Chapter 31 #2
“And the smell!” She turned in his arms. “There’s none of that in Virginia. Well, July and August can get warm, but the air is clean, there’s not a layer of grit on everything—”
“But is there judgment and hypocrisy? I’ve been in every state west of the Mississippi and never found either in short supply.”
“You’ll find it in abundance at Eldridge House, along with envy, greed, and spite. Which is how I ended up in Laramie.”
With a firm squeeze, he reassured her, “Jael’s day is coming.”
“I hope you’re right,” she said, unconvinced.
“Trust me on this.” Seth’s quiet confidence could be mistaken for arrogance, but his instincts were seldom wrong. “This is our wedding night. Surely, we can find something more interesting to talk about than smelly Laramie and evil stepmothers.”
She lifted a hand to his cheek, running her fingers over his neatly trimmed beard. “What did you have in mind?”
“A lot, other than talking, unless you’re saying ‘more,’ ‘harder,’ or ‘I love you, Seth.’”
She smiled, her fingers moving to trace his lips. “Since this is our wedding night, I can manage all three, and a few more directions.”
He palmed her bottom with both hands and lifted her, whispering fervently against her lips, “One question. How do you want to remember your wedding night, slow and sweet in bed or wild and urgent on the nearest flat surface?”
She licked then nibbled his lower lip. “I trust your instincts. Surprise me.”
“Ah, darlin’. I can do better than that. Get ready to be amazed,” he said gruffly.
The next thing she knew, she was flat on her back on the kitchen table—this one not at all rickety.
“This is familiar,” she said breathlessly.
“I wanted to try it again on a sturdy table when I wasn’t in a rush. Do you mind?” he asked as he pushed up her gown.
“No, by all means, continue.”
Her groom grinned, then his handsome face disappeared as he knelt, draped her legs over his shoulders, and slid her behind to the table’s edge. She let out a blissful sigh when he buried his face in the warm, wet, needy place between her thighs.
“Glory day,” she whispered, nearly coming apart as his tongue flicked and circled the pleasure point at the front of her sex. “That feels so good. Please, don’t stop.”
He obliged her for a few more moments until her hips arched off the table, ready to shatter with pleasure, then he surged to his feet, fly already open, and sank deep inside her.
When he bent over her, pushing her knees to her chest, and kissed her hungrily, she tasted herself on his lips.
That put her over the top, trembling and moaning his name as she came.
Her new husband had impressive stamina and was far from through with her.
He sat her up and then turned her around.
With her breasts pressed to the cool surface of the table, her body still recovering, he filled her from behind.
Over and over, he sank into her, hands in her hair, on her hips, his thumbs on her cheeks parting them to watch where they joined.
The same was impossible for her, but she had a vivid imagination.
It spurred on another intense climax, which, for him, prompted another venue change.
He withdrew and spun her to face him, lifting her high and bringing her down on his rigid cock.
He took her while standing, with her back against the wall, then reversed positions with him sitting on the floor.
Through it all, he kissed her hungrily and nibbled on her breasts, murmuring how beautiful she was and how he couldn’t get enough. His fingers also glided between her cheeks, touching where he’d never dared go.
Finally, having lost track of how many times he’d made her shake and cry out his name, she landed on the bed with him on top.
Panting for breath, she asked, “You’re always energetic, but this… I can’t keep up. What’s gotten into you?”
“The knowledge that we’ll be on three different trains in the next three days, in passenger and sleeper cars with no privacy. I’m topping us up while I can.”
His boundless energy and forethought elicited a shaky laugh; she also found it endearing how he prioritized her needs before seeing to his own. Many men never considered that women had needs. How had she gotten so lucky?
“You don’t miss having candles and flower petals?”
“That’s for a virgin bride. I’m perfectly happy with wild and urgent. Although being wooed with petals and candles and odes to my beauty might be nice every once in a while.”
“Wooed with odes?” he asked, grinning.
“What can I say? You inspired me.”
He brushed her damp hair from her face, and, while staring deeply into her eyes, moved slowly inside her.
“Mmm, I like that,” she hummed. The hair on his chest tickled her palms in contrast to the smooth rippling muscles of his shoulders and the ridges of his belly as she glided them all over. “But then, I like everything you do to me, as you can probably tell.”
Seth continued at this pace, making slow, incredible love to her, until she once again shuddered beneath him. He also shuddered, as, this time, he found his release, too.
After resting a minute, he rolled them onto their sides, one leg and both arms surrounding her. He heaved a tremendous sigh and uttered, “Great day in the morning, Mrs. Walker. What you do to me.”
She inhaled sharply.
Immediately alert, Seth pushed up on an elbow. “Am I too heavy?”
“No. It’s not that.”
“Then what?”
“You called me Mrs. Walker. I will take time getting used to it. In fact, I’ll have to get used to a last name period.”
Stretching out next to her, he gathered her close. “You’re going home. You’ll be Rowena again.”
“Rowie,” she gently insisted. “It’s what my parents and all my friends called me. Only Jael used my full name.”
“Then Rowie is what your husband will call you, as well as darlin’, sweetheart, wife, my heart, and my love.”
“Oh, Seth,” she whispered, not overwhelmed but awed by him. “I didn’t think I could ever be this happy.”
“Get used to that, too.” He reached for the covers, pulling them up over them both. Then he tucked her under his chin, pressed along his front, and urged, “Sleep. We have a long few days ahead of us.”