Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Matthew
Freeing his cock from his breeches, Matthew shucked them off completely before pulling Johanna’s nightrail and peignoir from her as well, leaving them both entirely naked.
Placing himself over her, between her thighs, he felt the head of his cock rub along the wet seam of her pussy as he pressed his lips to hers, claiming her mouth with a deep kiss.
Letting her taste her own pleasure on his tongue.
She kissed him back, a little more hesitantly than before, more curious as she tasted herself. Her hands moved over his chest, feeling him. Exploring him. Matthew groaned, rocking forward and pressing the tip of his cock to her heat. Pushing in slowly.
He did not want to hurt her, after all.
Johanna moaned, her fingers curling, nails scratching over his skin as he began to slide inside her. Matthew deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers, as the wet heat of her pussy enveloped him. She was so slick, so smooth, her muscles clenching around him as he entered her.
With a groan, he pulled back slightly, then thrust in again, going deeper this time. She moaned, shuddering in his arms, her hips coming up to meet his thrust, allowing him to slide even more easily inside her.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, moving his lips away from hers and leaving a trail of kisses along her jaw.
Her head tilted back, opening the long line of her throat to him, and she whimpered.
He could feel the way her pussy spasmed around him when he called her his good girl, and his cock throbbed in response.
Braced on one forearm, his other hand slid over her body, up to cup her breast and give the mound a gentle caress as he nipped at her neck, his cock sliding all the way home inside her.
Fully buried in the slick grasp of her pussy, Matthew rocked, pressing himself against her pleasure nub as he toyed with her nipple and kissed her throat.
“Oh…” She let out a little cry of passion as he fondled her, her muscles rippling around the length of his shaft.
“Tell me you’re my good girl, kitten.”
“I’m your good girl, Matthew.” She whispered the words, almost shyly, which, for some reason, was even more alluring than if she’d been brazen and confident.
Knowing she was saying it just for him, that she was doing it because it pleased him, made him feel excessively powerful. Groaning, he pulled his hips back and thrust back in, making her cry out again.
“Good girls get their husband’s cock.” He nuzzled his nose along the length of her throat as he shifted his position, bracing himself on both arms, so he could begin slowly fucking her.
Pulling halfway out, then thrusting back in, slowly but firmly, until he could rock his body against hers, trapping the pearl of her clit between their bodies and rubbing against it.
He could feel the way her pussy clenched every time he did.
“Say it, kitten. Tell me that you’re a good girl who wants your husband’s cock. ”
“Oh…” She sucked in a breath and let go of him, covering her face with her hands even as he thrust into her.
Chuckling, Matthew reached up to pull her hands away from her face, wrapping his fingers around her wrists to reveal her flaming blush as he pinned her hands on either side of her head.
No longer able to hide herself behind them, she closed her eyes, biting her lip as she arched beneath him.
She was so bright pink, the color had traveled down her throat and was creating splotchy areas across her chest.
“Look at me, kitten,” he ordered.
Wide, violet eyes opened and stared up at him, filled with arousal and a kind of panic.
“Be a good girl. Tell me that you’re a good girl who wants your husband’s cock.” He thrust into her again, a little harder, a little faster this time to emphasize what she was asking for.
Another whimper came from her throat.
“I…” she whispered. Matthew thrust again and then ground himself against her, stimulating her folds and nubbin, but slowly so she could not find her peak. The next words came out much louder, clearer, almost like a sob. “I’m a good girl!”
“And what does my good girl want?”
“Your cock!”
Her eyelashes fluttered shut, but Matthew did not scold her. He was far too aroused. Pinning her hands down, threading his fingers through hers, he pressed his lips to her open mouth as he began to ride her, hard and fast. She was so slick, so soft around his cock.
Matthew felt the base of his spine begin to tingle, his balls tightening, and he groaned against her kiss before pulling away; it was too difficult to both kiss her and fuck her at the pace he wanted. His wife arched beneath him, her soft cries urging him onward.
“Oh… oh… Matthew!”
His name on her lips, said in passion, was his undoing. Letting loose the reins on control, Matthew wallowed in the splendor of her clenching heat, giving himself over entirely to the desires riding him.
She was perfect.
Johanna
The words her husband wanted from her, the way he began to move atop her, within her when she said his name…
Johanna could feel her ecstasy rising yet again.
She was now sore, inside and out, between her bottom and her pussy, and somehow, all of that contributed to increasing her rapture.
As if the scrape of pain somehow sharpened the edge of her pleasure.
“Come for me,” he ordered as that pleasure threatened to swamp her senses. “Be my good girl and come all over my cock.”
It felt like the coming that he called it—like something great and terrible and uncontrollable brought forth from the depths within her.
Every part of her body tensed, bowing, aching, then shattered as that tension released in a tumult of exquisite agony. It went on and on and on, waves of it cresting and crashing over her, tumbling her senses about as her husband thrust deep inside her again and again.
Finally, he buried himself within her with a cry, head bowing over hers, her body throbbing around him as he began to pulse.
Pinned beneath him, unable to hold him, Johanna could do naught but shudder and squirm under his hard body, feeling the thick shaft inside her throbbing as he emptied himself into her channel.
It was hedonistic glory as they shattered apart together and almost more than she could stand.
Feeling him go lax atop her, the sound of his heavy breathing mingling with her own, Johanna shuddered as she opened, then closed, her eyes again.
There was not much to see other than the canopy of his bed above them, anyway.
His heavy weight atop her was cozy. Reassuring almost. Rather than pinned to the bed, she felt protected, as though his body was a safe haven around hers.
“Mmm.” He turned his head, nuzzling the side of her neck, his fingers relaxing their grip on her wrists. “You are my very good girl.”
Johanna turned her head to meet his lips with her own. The warm flush of happiness that went through her had nothing to do with arousal and everything to do with pleasure at his words. At being his very good girl.
The kiss they shared was sweet. Tender.
When he broke away, he rested his forehead against hers for a long moment.
“Stay right here,” he whispered as he pushed himself up.
She shuddered as she felt him slide out from within her, the sensation sending a frisson of pleasure through her.
Drawing her legs together, she turned on her side to drowsily watch him as he went to the wash basin and got a cloth to clean himself.
He returned a moment later with one for her, and she blushed bright pink all over again as she had to spread her legs for him to tend to her.
Then he came back to the bed and curled up around her, drawing the covers over both of them. His front was pressed against her back, one arm tucked around her to hold her close.
A soft kiss pressed against the back of her neck, and she smiled, squirming to snuggle back against him. Her sore bottom tingled, but it did not hurt.
“Did you enjoy your day?” he asked softly in the darkness.
“Oh, yes.” She found it easy to relax in the dark and speak fairly frankly with him.
It was hard not to relax with a man who had seen her at her worst and married her, anyway.
“Your grandmother and Mrs. Syme were very helpful in walking me through arranging the menu for this week. Bridget and Charlotte’s dance lessons went as well as could be hoped for. ”
Matthew chuckled at the way she said it, and Johanna could not help but smile as well.
Thankfully, Bridget was very good at picking up movements easily.
The largest problem with her had been convincing her that she needed to wait for everyone else to do so as well.
Charlotte was very graceful but not very good at paying attention to when the music was starting, which had caused several small collisions before the dance instructor decided she was too young and had her sit and observe for now.
Since Charlotte was very happy sitting and staring off into space—Johanna did not for one second believe she was observing—the dance lessons went a good bit more easily after that.
Rose and Johanna joined in, and Rose enjoyed herself more than she likely wanted to admit.
It was more difficult for Johanna to enjoy herself because she very much wanted to be perfect, and of course, such perfection could not be immediately achieved.
“Once they’re ready, I can have some of my friends come over to give them partners to practice with.”
“Charlotte will not need one; she has been relegated to observer until she’s older, but that will likely be very helpful for Bridget, Rose, and me,” Johanna replied. “Thank you.”
“Of course.” He sighed happily into her hair, tightening his arm around her and taking a deep breath. “Happy to help. You and Rose will likely need us sooner rather than later if you are to attend balls beginning next week. I believe Grandmama will insist on it.”
He was not wrong. She’d already made noises about attending and showing off Johanna as the new duchess.
The very idea made Johanna’s stomach cramp, but she knew it was part of her new duties.
At least she would have Matthew and Lady Stark by her side, and she would hopefully have some friends in the crowd.
“And… how did your day go?” she asked tentatively, unsure if she should be prodding into his business, but he had asked first. It would be rude not to respond in kind. “Were you able to conclude your business?”
“No, unfortunately.” He hummed under his breath, and she felt the vibrations against her back.
“We made some progress on it, though. I ah, had to go into some unsavory places. If you hear about me visiting anywhere untoward, be assured I was only there to help my friends. Not for any other purposes.”
“Very well.” She was not certain what he meant by that, but obviously, he worried about what she would think if she found out.
Perhaps he meant more places like Mr. O’Connell’s.
Certainly, Johanna would not expect him to come home with any more brides, but she would have no objection to him rescuing other young ladies in desperate circumstances.
If that was what he’d been doing. It was a noble reason to visit unsavory establishments.
She yawned, and he hugged her tightly.
“Hush,” he ordered. “Get some sleep.”
Although she wanted to ask more questions, she closed her eyes, truly exhausted. More questions could wait until tomorrow.
Right now, she wanted to enjoy being in her husband’s arms. It was the perfect moment. Her very own happy ending to what had been a number of terrible years.
Even now, she could scarcely believe it was happening.
It seemed hardly possible that everything would be so simple, yet here she was, happily resting in the arms of her duke, who was everything she could have wished for in a husband.
The only fly in the ointment were her mother’s absurd claims, but at this moment, she found it impossible to think that would not resolve itself at some point…
her mother would come round to sense, eventually.
Johanna yawned again as she drifted off to sleep, safe and soundly protected in her husband’s embrace.