Epilogue #2
She had imagined what it might be like, all the way back from London, but now that the moment had come, there was a faint buzz of fresh anxiety. After so much pleasure, the last thing she wanted was too much pain to ruin it all.
“It might at first, but then I hear it passes quickly,” he told her thickly, his hips gently rocking, intensifying that pressure against her sex. “But if ye’re in pain, tell me to stop and I will.”
A breathy laugh slipped from her lips. “I do not think I will be able to do that, my love. I have longed for this. I doubt anything will urge me to stop.”
As if to prove her point, she lifted her hips to meet the next push of his manhood against her... and gasped as her yearning flesh parted, drawing him in just a little. At the same moment, Jeremy’s breath hitched in surprise, his eyes glittering with desire as he paused there, unmoving.
“Are ye well?” he asked.
“Yes,” Anna rasped. “Oh… yes.”
Her breathless moans seemed to be the permission he was waiting for, as he slowly rolled his hips forward, easing his hard length inside her inch by tantalizing inch.
Anna’s back arched as he sank deeper, her hands gripping his arms as she gasped through each glorious increment, shocked and relieved in equal measure that she could take him all inside her.
There was some pain at first, more of a dull sting that was already fading, the slickness of her desire acting as a balm. The more she felt of him, the more that desire pooled, and the more the pleasure overwhelmed any pain.
He paused for a moment, as if to let her get accustomed to the new feeling… or to give her the opportunity to stop if it was too painful. But she had already forgotten the initial pain, her body craving the sensation of that slow glide, her desire roaring through her veins.
“I want you,” she moaned, rocking her hips to ensure he was buried in her to the hilt. “I want to feel you.”
With that, he slowly withdrew, right to the point where she worried that he was going to stop. Then, he pushed back inside her, filling her up, sinking deep into her silken well, the slick friction making her call out his name.
It was everything she had imagined and more: strange and wondrous and life-altering and so utterly magical that she cursed society and the married friends she had known for never telling her about it.
All she had ever been taught about it was that it was to be feared, but there was nothing frightening here.
It was all goodness and light and power, something to be celebrated, not feared.
Jeremy moved slowly, each stroke measured and careful, his hips tilting up as he filled her, so that his flesh grazed against her secret bud.
A new flurry of excitement thrummed up into her abdomen, branching out through the nerves that had only just dimmed from her last conclusion, awakening them again.
As she grew attuned to the rhythm of his thrusts, she raised her hips to meet him and pulled his head down so she could kiss him. He kissed her back, hard and urgent, his breath ragged. And, with that, he seemed to realize that he didn’t need to be quite so cautious.
They moved together on the coverlets, a tangle of limbs and desire, his manhood sinking deep inside her as the roll of his hips sent her bundle of nerves into a fervent frenzy.
She needed more, wanted more. As she kissed him fiercely, barely able to catch her breath, she clung to him and begged, “Harder, my love. Harder.”
His lips left a searing trail of kisses down the curve of her neck and over her bosom, his mouth closing over the peak of her nipple as he answered her request. While his mouth sucked, he plunged into her, over and over, burying himself to the hilt with each powerful thrust.
“Yes!” she cried out, meeting those earth-shattering thrusts. “Yes, my love!”
Her fingernails dragged down his back, all the way to the swell of his buttocks. As she heard the stirring sounds of his pleasure—his growls and moans—she grasped his backside and urged him on, her entire body blazing as he plunged into her with wild abandon.
Just then, the friction of his body against her sensitive spot struck the right spark…
and she felt herself soaring once more. It was so unexpected that she wasn’t prepared for it, her back arching up off the coverlets, her hands gripping her husband’s flesh as the fierce feeling careened through her.
“Oh, my love,” she panted frantically, as she thrashed on the blankets. “Oh…”
At the same moment, he growled her name. “Och, Anna… Och, love…”
He plunged into her, each thrust of his manhood sending a wave of pleasure through her veins, nerves, and limbs, until she was writhing and moaning on the bed, completely overwhelmed.
Deep inside her, she suddenly felt him throb, the pulsing sensation adding one last surge of power to the rush of her ecstasy.
And then, he stilled, breathing hard as he collapsed on top of her.
Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around him and held him close, not caring about the weight of his muscular body.
It was as if her euphoria had given her the strength to hold him without being crushed, reveling in the feel of him.
“So,” she murmured breathlessly, as her conclusion dimmed. “That is what I have been missing.”
He chuckled against her shoulder and pushed himself up onto his arms. “I should have married ye the moment I first met ye.”
“Is that how you would have distracted me from my anger?” she replied with a grin, as she brushed the hair out of his face.
“Aye, and it’s how I plan to distract ye from now on.”
Still deep inside her, he slipped his arm beneath her and gently rolled them both onto their sides, her leg draped over his hip. There, she nestled against the warmth of his chest and listened for the steady thump of his heart, grateful it was still beating.
“I love ye, lass,” he murmured, squeezing her tighter against him, as if he never meant to let her go.
She smiled and peered up at him. “As I love you.”
“Aye, well, ye were warned about what would happen to me when I finally admitted how much I love ye. So, don’t expect to see the outside of this bedchamber for a few days,” he said with a chuckle. “I want ye all to meself, just for a while.”
“You have me, my love, for I do not plan to go anywhere. Although I will need to tend to the goats at some point,” she told him, laughing softly as he bent his head to kiss her. A slow, lazy kiss that held the promise of a long and happy future, forever safe in his arms.
“Those bloody goats,” he muttered, kissing her more deeply.
The End?