Chapter 6 #2
Before the word was almost out of her mouth, Edmund crushed it with his own and this time she gave herself utterly over to the kiss, throwing her arms around his neck and allowing him into her mouth as a welcome partner.
But his hands were not idle. Caressing her waist, they moved to the back of her gown and pulled at the cord keeping her gown together.
Molly did not care – everything that she had cared about before suddenly did not seem to matter. All she wanted to focus on was the way Edmund made her feel, the way her body was responding to him – a way that it had never responded before.
Her gown suddenly fell to her shoulders, kept up only because her arms were around him.
Molly broke the kiss and stared, slightly startled, into Edmund’s eyes.
“You can say no again at any time,” he breathed, “but I beg you not to.”
Molly hesitated, and then allowed her arms to fall to her side. Her gown slipped to the floor, leaving her standing in naught but her undershift.
Edmund moaned and took a step towards her but Molly put out a hand. “No.”
Panic and concern filled his eyes. “Molly, I am sorry if – ”
“First,” she said quietly. “You.”
Edmund stared at her uncomprehending for a moment, and then his eyes widened and he smiled. Without breaking their gaze, Edmund reached up and started to unbutton his shirt.
Molly felt her breath catch in her throat as he pulled his shirt off and dropped it the floor. His good looks were not limited to his face; he was truly the model of a desirable man. Strong shoulders, broad. She wanted to reach out and touch them but held herself back.
Edmund nodded, as though he knew what she was thinking. Molly stepped forward nervously and reached out.
Something hot and strange shifted in her stomach as her fingers touched Edmund’s chest delicately, but it was nothing to the moan of pleasure that he gave as she explored, tentatively at first, and then with greater courage.
“God, Molly, the things you do to me,” he muttered.
Excitement flared in Molly’s heart but she knew there was more. There was always more.
Her questing fingers moved down lower until she reached the buttons on his breeches. Her eyes flickered to his and he nodded.
Her fingers made light work of the remainder of his clothes and within a minute, Edmund was standing before her, utterly naked and erect.
Molly breathed out slowly. She had only seen one other man in this state, and she had rarely wanted to see him in that state.
But Edmund was different. Better looking, certainly, but also kinder. He was not dominating her because he could. He cared just as much for her own consent as his own.
He was everything that Charlie Kimble was not, and never had been.
“And…” Edmund swallowed. “And now you.”
Molly found any embarrassment in becoming nude herself had disappeared as soon as she had stripped Edmund of his clothes. She pulled her undershift to the floor and stood there, staring at him.
Edmund’s eyes were wide, as though he was attempting to drink her in. “God’s teeth, Molly, but you are beautiful.”
And before she could answer he had closed the gap between them and pulled her into his arms, and Molly gasped at the visceral reaction her body had – which was to open itself to him immediately.
His kisses were wild and passionate, demanding more and yet giving so much, and Molly gave him everything she wanted. She wanted to give Edmund everything as he gave her this pleasure, such pleasure that made her entire body tingle all over.
She did not know how they had done it, but all of a sudden they were lying on a makeshift bed of the sofa’s cushions and their own clothing. Edmund was nestled in her legs and his mouth was around one of her nipples, teasing it as wild ripples of ecstasy moved around her body.
“God, Edmund,” she moaned, her legs tightening around him. “Yes, more!”
And though she could not imagine how there was more – there was more. As his hands caressed her face, her breasts, her hips, Edmund moved to the other breast and teased her nipple with his tongue.
“Edmund, yes!” Molly could not help but cry out, did not care who heard her, for this was joy as she had never experienced before.
He raised his head to grin at her, and she kissed him, pouring into the kiss the desire she felt for him, the desire that was as unknown and surprising to her as it was to him.
They broke apart and Molly looked up into the eyes of a man who she was rapidly falling in love with. How could she not, knowing he could give her this much pleasure and utterly selfishly?
“I am going to…to enter you now,” Edmund said breathlessly, concern on his face. “It – well, it may hurt, Molly. You have to tell me if it does.”
Molly tried not to smile. If her late husband was anything to go by, this was the moment it all ended. It would be over in a few thrusts, and all the pleasure she was feeling would be over.
At least she had experienced this. It was far more than she could have imagined, and it was wrong, surely, to be disappointed it was almost over.
She nodded. “I will tell you.”
Edmund smiled and leaned down to kiss her – and as he did, he shifted and gently lowered his manhood into her.
Molly cried out and he stopped immediately, fear in his eyes. “Molly, are you – ”
“Keep going,” she growled, desperate for the return of the hot carnality which had soared through her body as he had started to enter her. “God, yes!”
This was unlike anything she had ever experienced – she was warm, wet, and ready for him and he was filling her in a way she could not have predicted.
It was more than glory, more than pleasure – it was the unique connection between a man and a woman and she wanted more.
Edmund grinned and started to build a rhythm as his hands pushed back the hair from her face. “Come for me, Molly.”
She did not understand what he meant, but there was heat and joy and ecstasy building between her thighs and she did not understand it, but she wanted more of it and as he rose and fell into her at a steady pace it was building, and suddenly she broke and exploded with pleasure, her entire body now aching with the joy of it.
“Edmund!”
Eventually the pleasure passed and Molly looked up at him with blearily eyes. “That – that was…”
“That was an orgasm,” he said gently. “You came for me, Molly, and there is no higher compliment for a gentleman.”
Molly nodded, barely able to think. Was that what she had been missing out on for those two years of marriage? Was that what Charlie had enjoyed each and every time he had bedded her?
No wonder people liked doing this.
“That was…” Molly swallowed, trying to find her voice. “That was wonderful.”
Edmund grinned. “Good. Ready for another?”
Her eyes widened. “We can do it again?”
They could. Again, and again – Molly thought her voice would go hoarse, Edmund pleasured her without any thought for his own release, until finally he lay beside her.
“One more time, I think,” he said with a grin. “But this time, I want you on top.”
Molly blinked at him through the haze of her own contentment. “On top?”
Edmund nodded, shifting to lie on his back. “Just pretend you are riding a horse.”
It was impossible not to snort as Molly shifted and found herself astride him. “You do know that I have never ridden a horse before?”
But she did not wait for his answer before she lowered herself slowly onto his manhood and saw the twitch of agonised joy on his face.
Molly swallowed. Now was her time to show him just how much she wanted to give him pleasure.
She moved slowly at first, a little unsure of herself, but as Edmund writhed and cried out her name, Molly sped up the pace and before she knew it she was coming herself, and her cries of pleasure seemed to push Edmund over the edge and he exploded into her.
Molly collapsed onto his chest as they experienced the end of their orgasms in each other’s arms.
As they lay there, panting, Molly knew she would never experience anything like that again. That was a once in a life moment, and she was so glad she had shared it with Edmund. Making love brought two people closer together forever, and Edmund was the man she would have chosen.
That she did choose.
“Well,” said Edmund in a ragged voice. “I have to say. This is the best kidnapping I have ever experienced.”
Molly laughed, unable to control herself. “Me too.”