Epilogue #2
Barbara added a third finger, her hips lifting off the bed as she fucked herself slowly with her hand. The wet sounds filled the room, obscene and arousing. She watched Kenneth through half-lidded eyes as he finally kicked off his breeches, his magnificent cock jutting out, hard and ready.
“No’ fair, wife,” he growled, throwing himself onto the bed beside her.
Before she could respond he was on her, his mouth capturing hers in a demanding kiss as his hands roamed her body. He kissed down her throat to her breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth while his clever fingers found her wet cunny, replacing her own ministrations.
Barbara arched into his touch, crying out as he teased her nipple with his teeth while his thumb circled her pearl. His fingers slid inside her—thicker than her own, longer—and she desperately clenched around them.
“Kenneth, please,” she gasped, though she wasn’t sure what she was begging for. More? Everything? All of him?
His tongue switched to her other breast, lavishing the same attention on that nipple while his fingers continued their maddening rhythm. She was on fire, every nerve ending singing, her body wound so tight she thought she might shatter.
Now, please, more—
They shifted together until they were lying on their sides, facing one another. Kenneth’s cock pressed hot and hard against her belly and she reached down to wrap her eager fingers around it, earning a harsh groan from him.
He pulled her thigh over his hip, the movement spreading her open, and she felt the broad tip of his cock press against her entrance. Understanding his plan, she shifted, angling her hips until he began to slowly slide inside her.
The stretch was exquisite, filling an ache she hadn’t fully realized she’d been feeling. But just as she tried to push down, to take him deeper, Kenneth’s hands clamped on her hips, holding her still.
“Fook. I wanted to lick ye until ye came, wife,” he growled, his breathing ragged.
Barbara squirmed against his hold, desperate for more. “Next time,” she promised.
She would have promised anything, in that moment.
For a moment Kenneth held firm, but then he groaned in surrender, loosening his grip just enough to allow her to move. She rocked her hips, slowly taking him deeper, feeling every inch of him as he filled her.
It felt so good—the slow, steady thrusts, the delicious friction—but it wasn’t enough. She needed more, needed him deeper, needed him to claim her completely.
His conquest. His woman. His wife.
“Please, Kenneth,” she begged shamelessly.
“Ye want more, love?” His voice was strained, his control clearly hanging by a thread. “Ye want more of my cock?”
“Yes! Please, I need you!” The words tumbled out of her, desperate and raw.
“I ken what ye need, wife,” he promised.
In a sudden movement that stole her breath, Kenneth took her hips and flipped her onto her back, settling between her spread thighs as if this was where he was always meant to be.
As he sank all the way in, filling her completely, Barbara sighed in relief and wrapped her ankles around him, pulling him even closer.
“Ready, Barbara?” he asked, his eyes searching hers.
“Make me come!” she demanded breathlessly. “Or do I need to go a-raking myself?”
A wicked grin crossed his face. “May the best rake win.”
He began to move, slowly at first, long deep strokes that had her gasping with each thrust. Barbara matched his rhythm, lifting her hips to meet him, taking him as deep as she could. The angle was perfect, hitting that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids.
Yes—yes—
Kenneth increased his pace, tupping her harder, faster, the bed creaking beneath them. Their sounds filled the room—their harsh breathing, the slap of flesh against flesh, her whimpers and his groans.
But they didn’t have to be quiet here. This was their home.
He reached between them, cupping her breast and pinching her nipple, rolling the sensitive peak between his fingers—and that was all it took. With a wordless scream Barbara came, her body clenching around his cock as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
Kenneth thrust a few more times, his movements becoming erratic, before he roared her name and spilled inside her.
She felt the hot pulse of his release, felt him filling her, and the intimacy of it—the first time he’d come inside her without any barriers between them—made her orgasm surge again, smaller aftershocks that had her trembling.
It was special. They were husband and wife now, and this was their wedding night. Now they were truly, completely one. Barbara treasured the moment, holding it close in her heart as her climax slowly faded.
Kenneth collapsed beside her, rolling so he wouldn’t crush her, and Barbara turned into his arms. They were both breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat, thoroughly sated.
“Christ, woman,” Kenneth finally managed, his voice hoarse. “Ye’ll be the death of me.”
Barbara laughed breathlessly, tracing idle patterns on his chest. “Well, you would die with a smile on your face, at least.”
He caught her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her fingers. “I love ye, Barbara Fraser. More than I ever thought possible.”
Her heart swelled at hearing her new name. “And I love you, Kenneth. My husband. My partner.” She grinned wickedly. “My superior in all matters of State.”
Kenneth groaned. “Dinnae remind me of that now, or we’ll never leave this bed.”
“Would that be so terrible?” She walked her fingers down his chest, lower, feeling the muscles of his abdomen contract beneath her touch.
“Well,” he mused, his hand sliding down her back to cup her arse, “ye did make a promise, aye? Or was it I who promised ye?”
“And what promise was that?” Barbara asked innocently, though her body was already responding to the heat in his eyes.
Kenneth shifted, moving lower on the bed, pressing kisses to her breasts, her belly, the curve of her hip. He settled between her thighs, spreading them wide, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh.
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with renewed desire, and smiled that wicked smile which had first caught her attention in the ballroom.
“I promised ye a next time, love,” he said, his burr rolling over her like honey. “And I always keep people to their promises.”
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