CHAPTER 9
She was floating in bliss. Josephine had given herself release before, but it had never been this intense, this deep. It had never engendered such feelings of closeness and… dare she say it? Love.
She was stunned out of her senses, but not so far gone to not notice that her beloved, the man who had selflessly given her the most exquisite pleasure of her life, was still fully dressed and unfulfilled beside her.
He made no demands, asked nothing for himself as he crawled back up her body and laid on his side next to her, panting softly.
But she wanted to return the favor. Maybe it was her sense of fairness.
Or maybe the more selfish desired to make him lose control, as he had done to her.
The deep satisfaction of knowing he was in her hands. Literally and figuratively.
Placing a hand on his chest, she pushed him. “My turn. Lie back.”
“You don’t have to do anything for me in return. I received my reward in giving you pleasure.”
“Will you deny me the same reward, then?” She placed a small kiss on his neck.
“If you are sure that’s what you want.” His voice was heavy with desire.
It emboldened her to undo the buttons of his shirt.
When the material parted, she slid her hands inside, making his breathing falter when she coasted her palms over a lean abdomen and rock-hard chest dotted with the barest sprinkle of hair.
“Oh yes. Touch me darling. Your hands on me feel so good.”
“Where else shall I touch you?” she taunted.
“Lower.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. Holding his gaze, she dropped her hand to the waistband of his trousers.
Sitting up, her fingers made short work of the buttons, and then his member was in her hand.
Hot and hard and oh so big. She tightened her fist around it, and a strangled noise erupted from his throat.
“You are magnificent.” She was mesmerized by the contained power in his rod, a rock-hard core covered in skin so soft and supple.
She gave it an experimental squeeze, moving her hand up toward the flared crown, and the tender skin slid easily over the steel hardness.
His fist closed over hers on his member, tightening her hold.
“Like this,” he croaked. “Stroke it faster. Yes, like that…Oh fuck.” The last was said as his head arched back, the tendons on his neck becoming prominent as his legs locked and turned into granite.
He was about to spend. Even though she had never touched a man before, she could instinctively feel it in the thickening of his rod, in the barely restrained energy of his body.
She pulled her hand from under his, and he let her go instantly, looking at her with what seemed like bashful desperation. “I’m sorry. Have I frightened you?”
She shook her head. “No.” That’s not how she wanted him to feel. She didn’t want him to misinterpret her intentions even for a moment.
“I want you inside me.” The confession was a ragged whisper, but his eyes flared with wonder and desire.
“Are you sure? I can wait. We don’t need to do anything until—”
Her mouth came down on his, silencing him with a kiss.
For some strange reason, she didn’t want him to complete that sentence.
She didn’t want to wait. The future felt distant, nebulous, uncertain.
Only here and now existed. Only this moment mattered.
Something akin to despair was driving her, but she couldn’t stop to analyze it.
She only knew that she needed him and would die if he denied her.
Thank God he didn’t. It would be humiliating to have to beg. He cradled her face in his hands, taking control of the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth. His flavor was familiar and comforting. Paradoxically arousing and calming at the same time.
“Take me, then, my love,” he whispered against her lips. “Take me into your sweet, slick, hot haven.”
She sat up, looking down at him, unsure what he meant. Take him? She thought it was the man who was supposed to take the woman. Her confusion must have shown on her face, because taking his rod in his hand again, he stroked it slowly, never taking his eyes from her.
“Is this what you want?”
At her nod, he went on. “Good, because this is all for you. I’m all yours.”
Her mouth fell open with arousal, while the place between her legs he had so thoroughly pleasured wept anew.
“Straddle me, love.”
When she threw a leg over his hips, he steadied her with his other hand.
Oh… at last she understood. And the prospect of having this man under her galvanized her.
She lowered her sensitized core toward his erect member.
When her folds touched the satiny head, her gasp of surprise mingled with his groan of pleasure, but still he didn’t take control.
He didn’t push up or try to grab her. Instead, he used his member to caress her, running it through her slick folds, spreading her moisture and then focusing on rubbing that special place that made her explode into a million happy pieces.
Soon she was moving with him. Leaning into his hardness, chasing the delicious caress, seeking more pressure. She rocked her hips and the head of his member slid inside her.
“That’s it. You are doing great. Can you take a bit more? Lower yourself on my cock. Take it in you. Yesss…” He hissed the last as more of his member slid inside.
She froze, feeling the stretch as her untried flesh adjusted to the foreign sensation.
She planted her hands on his chest for support while both his hands moved to grab her hips.
He didn’t push, didn’t press. Simply held her secure, providing stability.
It gave her the confidence to lower herself a bit more, taking more of his length.
He groaned, keeping his eyes on her. The need on his face kept her mesmerized.
Connected to him emotionally as their bodies connected on the physical plane.
But it wasn’t just his need driving the act.
The presence of his hard flesh inside her was creating a need of her own.
A need to move, to feel him move inside her.
Guided by instinct, she experimented rotating her hips, this way and that.
Oh, that felt good. More than good, actually.
Amazing. She did it again, tearing a groan from him.
His need melded with hers, taking a life of its own, driving them both. Her hips kept moving in an instinctive rhythm that felt natural and oh so pleasurable. His hands were on her hips, the solidness of his chest beneath her palms providing the stability necessary for her to test and explore.
His hard flesh slid inside a bit more with each revolution of her hips, aided by the slickness of her flesh.
And then he was fully seated inside her, her bottom flush with his pelvis.
As joined as two human beings could be. His rod felt impossibly big and yet absolutely satisfying. The realization shocked her a bit.
“Oh!” There was surprise and joy in the small exclamation.
She had heard stories of the first time being painful for the woman.
But there had been no pain. A bit of stretching, a twinge of discomfort maybe, but that had quickly passed to give way to astounding satisfaction.
She squeezed her internal muscles, clenching around the solid presence.
“Oh God.” He groaned and his fingers dug deep into her hips. They would leave an imprint, but she didn’t care. She wanted to be marked by his possession.
“Did that hurt?” she asked, bewildered. He seemed to be in agony. That elicited a dry chuckle out of him.
“No, oh no. That felt divine. I should be the one inquiring about your well-being.” He sat, his torso curling up to bring them face to face, while his hold on her hips was immutable. “How do you feel, love?”
“Divine.” She repeated the word back at him while twining her arms around his neck.
His nostrils flared with desire a moment before his mouth took hers.
Possessing, exploring, sliding against her own and setting claim to her mouth.
The death grip he had on her hips seemed to ease, and his hands coasted higher over the planes of her back, spreading warmth and pleasure wherever they touched.
She arched into the caresses, craving more of his touch.
“Ride me,” he whispered against her mouth. “Set your pace. Take your pleasure of me, Josie.”
“Michael,” she moaned, slightly breathless and feeling vulnerable.
“You are doing great love,” he reassured her, his voice steady despite the strain she could feel in every inch of his body. “Take as much as you want. You can do as you please. I’m yours.”
His hands moved to her breasts, cupping, molding, and then pinching her nipples with just the right pressure to send a bolt of desire to the place where they were joined. A gasp tore from her throat, and her hips jerked in response.
And then instinct took over as they both strained and writhed against each other. Mouths devouring, bodies slick with sweat, hands grasping, holding, caressing. Her fingers raked into his locks as she felt herself climbing toward pleasure again.
“That’s it, my love. Come again for me.” He inserted a hand between their bodies, thumbing that small button of extreme sensation. Pressing on it, flicking, rotating it… “Let me feel your hot little cunny tightening around my cock. Milking me—”
He broke off with a gasp as her hands fisted in his hair.
Her entire body seized, suspended in a moment of exquisite pleasure, before the spasms cascaded through her frame, emanating from the place where they joined.
He swallowed her noises of pleasure. Helping her ride the wave, prolonging her ecstasy with hands and tongue until the last tremors left her body.
“Oh God, help me.” With sudden ferocity, his hands lifted her from him and crushed her against his body.
His rod jerked between them as warmth erupted against her belly.
Oh. Even in this moment of extreme pleasure, he had enough presence of mind to avoid carelessly impregnating her. She loved him all the more for it.
In the sweet aftermath, she melted into him, boneless and senseless. They lay entangled in a mess of sheets and limbs. Her head pillowed on his shoulder, her hand lazily roaming the contours of his chest. Both of them breathing hard after their exertions.
He tenderly brushed her hair from her face and placed a kiss on her nose as he moved to stand.
She tightened her hold on him reflexively.
“I’m just going to the washstand, love.” She released him then, albeit reluctantly, but he came back a moment later with a damp cloth to clean his spend from her belly.
And then he got in bed and she was in his arms again, and everything was well in the world.
“I have something for you.” She must not forget to give him the fragrance. It was important that he had it. In a way, it represented her heart that she had poured into the perfume. The feelings he evoked in her.
“Oh? You didn’t need to get me anything, love.”
“I didn’t get it. I made it.” Sliding from his arms, she jumped from the bed and ran to her worktable.
She returned with the vial of perfume and offered it to Michael.
“This is a perfume I made for you. It took me several attempts, but I think I have the perfect formula. I copied it here for you to have. In case you like it and would like to have it replicated. Of course, we will never know if it suits you until you wear it.”
He seemed flabbergasted, but in a good way.
Taking the bottle from her hand, he unstoppered it and inhaled the fragrance.
His eyes closed and a small smile lit his face.
“It suits me. This is… I could say it’s delicious, but that doesn’t quite capture it.
This smell touches something inside me. It is me. ”
She smiled shyly, more than pleased at his description. That is the way she felt about fragrance but had never found someone who understood. Most people merely used perfume to impress. For her, it was almost a way to communicate. To express herself. To feel.
“Would you wear it?”
“Of course!”
She took the amber glass vial from his hand, tipped it over her finger, and then slid that finger over his neck. Her movement was slow, deliberate. A caress. He lay motionless, holding her gaze. And yet when she started to run her hand down his body, he caught it over his chest.
“You know I must leave soon to avoid being caught. I already lingered longer than is wise.”
“I know. But I don’t want to let you go.” The strange melancholy he had kept at bay was sweeping over her again.
“Neither do I love. But it won’t be for long. In a few days, we will be married, and then we can spend every night together. For the rest of our lives.”
She tightened her hold on him and didn’t respond because she couldn’t quite believe that.