Chapter 26 #2
Biting her lip, she let her hand wander a little bit lower, smoothing over the bulging shape of his arousal.
Her imagination didn’t have the means to fill in what she didn’t know, but it was satisfying to touch: hard and alive and fascinating, stirring up the curiosity that she was meant to be resisting.
“This is about ye, not me,” Jeremy said, his breath catching. “Me pleasure tonight is in hearing and seeing yers.”
As if to prove his point, he lifted away her shift in one smooth move and dipped his head to draw her nipple into his mouth once more. A moan of pleasure caught in her throat, transforming into a strained cry as his fingertips eased between her thighs, brushing over her swollen, eager bud.
“Yes… oh, yes…” she rasped, as the pull of his mouth and the stroke of his fingertips collided within her, a fierce burst of bliss that made her writhe and buck, her legs gripping him tighter.
As he stirred up the makings of an earth-shattering conclusion, she ran her hands over his smooth skin and leaned in to kiss where she touched.
Her teeth grazed his chest, her tongue tasting the column of his throat, her lips kissing a chain across his shoulders, while her fingertips relished in the muscles of his back, her fingernails lightly raking.
He growled in the back of his throat, and her body responded in a way she hadn’t expected, a fresh shiver of pleasure ricocheting through her at the sound of him. Every sense, it seemed, had the power to add a new layer to the rush of bliss.
“Lass… Wife…” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her skin as he kissed between her breasts.
Just then, his talented fingertips moved lower, gliding through the sodden folds of her. She held her breath in anticipation as he paused at the entrance to her sex, then pushed a finger inside her.
“Oh, Jeremy!” she called out, tilting her hips as his thumb began to circle her bundle of nerves.
She clung tighter to him, unraveling. And it was only the beginning…
No sooner had she grown accustomed to the new sensation than he intensified it, slipping another finger inside her, giving her a glimpse of what it might feel like if she let him claim her completely.
How am I supposed to resist? How am I supposed to make it through the night without begging to know everything?
“Yes,” she panted. “Oh… oh, yes…”
He moved his fingers slowly, his fingertips pulsing gently inside her, invoking the sensitive nerves that pooled their crackling pleasure with the rest. It was all too much at once, her head swimming, her heart pounding, her lungs on fire as she raked in each shallow breath, her legs trembling uncontrollably… and she was reveling in every second.
She gasped in surprise as Jeremy suddenly turned away from the window, holding her in his arms and carrying her to the bed. A flutter of panic stirred in her stomach, worried that she wouldn’t be able to stop herself if he asked to lie with her, especially once they were in bed together.
But as he lay her down on the coverlets and kissed his way down her naked body, leaving no speck of skin unadorned while his fingers still moved inside her, she realized that there must be something else afoot.
He was drawing away from her, rather than pressing close, where she could feel the hard flesh of his manhood.
She was about to ask what he was doing when he…
A strangled cry drifted up to the canopy of her bed as his tongue rolled across her sensitive bud, warm and firm and tantalizing. Her mind couldn’t quite comprehend it at first, that he should… taste her like that. But as he tasted her again, she had no desire to complain.
It was the feeling of his fingertips multiplied by ten, the pressure of his tongue more intense, stirring up the frenzied sparks of that center of pleasure until she was certain she was about to explode.
The slow, thrusting pulse of his fingers joined forces with the skilled strokes of his tongue until she could not breathe or think straight.
Her back arched off the coverlet, her hips subtly moving to the rhythm of his touch, her hands gripping the bed linens as that delightful sensation intensified inside her.
His free hand curved around her hip and slid up the middle of her stomach, as if to hold her in place while he pleasured her. An anchor to keep her steady through the maelstrom of ecstasy that was undoubtedly about to hit her.
“Yes, Jeremy,” she all but screamed. “Jeremy…”
Words failed her as she reached her peak, her body seizing in the grip of that lightning bolt of euphoria as it splintered through her. She couldn’t even cry out, her throat too tight for a moment, as pure bliss pummeled through her.
Her legs shook, her hands grasping fistfuls of the coverlets, her back and neck arching dramatically, and she finally understood his hand on her stomach. It was to hold her steady, as that glorious wave roared through her veins, her nerves, her muscles, her soul, her entire being.
“Oh, yes!” she gasped, finally finding her voice again. “My God, yes!”
She’d thought her first conclusion was the most intense feeling she would ever experience.
How wrong she had been. This was otherworldly, making her feel as if she could do anything, transporting her to a dizzying realm of light and magic where only wondrous things existed, making her feel more alive than she’d ever thought possible.
It wasn’t just a single wave, but rippling swells of pleasure crashing over her repeatedly in a satisfying tide. For a moment, she hoped it would never end, refusing to accept that she would have to go back to the reality that wasn’t this.
But all remarkable things had to come to an end, and as Jeremy’s gifted touch and tongue slowed, she felt her climax begin to ebb.
Soon enough, there was nothing left of it but a smoldering satisfaction that went bone deep, and the throbbing echo of the crackling sparks that had made her ecstasy possible.
Her hands relaxed on the coverlets, one coming up to rest on her still-heaving chest, her other arm draping over her eyes. She wasn’t yet ready to emerge from the cocoon of such exquisite feeling.
A soft moan left her throat as Jeremy carefully withdrew his fingers and turned his head to kiss the sensitive inside of her thighs.
She smiled as she felt him kiss his way back up her body, waiting for the kiss against her lips that didn’t come.
Instead, Jeremy tipped onto his side and scooped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. Instinctively, she let her arm drape over his waist and rested her ear against his chest, listening to the quick beat of his heart.
It matched the still-racing beat of her own.
“I missed ye,” he said, as he pressed a kiss against her hair.
The tenderness tugged at her heart, igniting a flame of hope that she knew she should probably snuff out. But this was what she wanted: a husband who longed to be near her, who longed to hold her and care for her and love her.
“What does this mean for us?” Anna whispered, still struggling to catch her breath. “Is this all there is?”
Jeremy chuckled hoarsely at her side, his arms holding her that little bit tighter.
“If ye want it, wife of mine, then there’s more.
Much more.” He paused, clearing his throat as if something was stuck.
“I do not know if that’s what ye want tonight, but if ye do…
I’m only too happy to… oblige. I just need some… water.”
He slowly withdrew his warm embrace and sat up, settling on the edge of the bed for a moment. An odd, whistling sound escaped from his mouth as he took a breath, and he pounded on his chest and cleared his throat again.
As he pushed off from the bed, he seemed to sway unsteadily.
“Jeremy?” Anna sat up quickly. “Are you well?”
“I… don’t know,” he wheezed in reply, as he staggered toward the side table where a jug of water sat. “I don’t feel… so good.”
All of a sudden, as his hand reached for the jug of water, his legs buckled. The sickening thud when he hit the floor would haunt Anna for the rest of her life.