Chapter Thirty-Six
Somehow, Nicolas had become the luckiest man in London. Not only had his friends and wife managed to save his family from complete ruin, but his newspaper column gave him a purpose. He’d also married for love, a blessing which he did not take lightly.
His wife was beautiful, passionate, determined, and spirited.
By God, the woman was even thoughtful. She’d actually tracked down and purchased his timepiece.
She’d presented the heirloom to him right before she lifted her nightdress over her head.
Awestruck, he added round breasts, firm thighs, shapely hips, rosy nipples, and a delicious quim to her list of attributes.
After giving him the sweetest present he’d ever received, she’d hurriedly undressed him, stepped back, and raked her gaze over him.
Thereupon, she licked her lips as if he were a delicious sweetmeat.
As if this wasn’t good fortune enough, she’d radiated sensuality as she shoved him backward until he sat on the edge of the bed.
Here he was, his bare cock pointing indecently at his naked wife as an impish grin spread across her face. She dropped onto her knees and rested her hands on his thighs, her reverent position sparking his uninhibited, animalistic need.
“You know how you make my body do wonderful things when you place your mouth on my cunny?” she asked.
He managed a guttural noise that sounded nothing like the yes he’d intended to say.
“I would like to do the same thing for you,” she said.
Hell, yes! His shaft twitched uncontrollably.
Staring at his cock, she swallowed. “I am not sure I know how to make you feel good with my mouth.”
It had been a couple of years since he’d lain with Celeste Milton, and Lydia would have fainted at even the thought of such a thing. Not that he wanted to think about either of those ladies right now. Josie was the lone woman who consumed his thoughts.
He tenderly ran his finger over her cheek and along her jaw. “I believe there is no wrong way to do it,” he said, his voice so raspy it was almost unrecognizable. “Just do whatever you desire, and I am sure it will feel heavenly to me.”
Leaning forward, she kissed her way up his thighs. He gathered her hair in his hands and pulled the long strands to the side so that he could watch as she peppered taunting kisses around his shaft. His body throbbing with need, he fought his desire to force her mouth where he wanted it.
The tip of her tongue darted out, and she licked away the pearly drop glistening on his head. “Mmm,” she murmured. “It tastes quite salty.”
Filled with an aggressive hunger, his grip tightened, and he gently tugged on her hair as she mewled passionate utterances.
Moving slowly, she swirled her tongue around his head before taking him into her mouth.
It was as if a delicately textured blanket welcomed him, ensconcing him in warm, wet heat; her enthusiasm more than making up for her inexperience.
Since she enjoyed his filthy utterances when they tupped, surely, she would feel the same way kneeling in front of him. “You like sucking my cock, don’t you, Josephine?” he asked.
With her lips still wrapped around his shaft, her head bobbed as her unrelenting tongue licked, explored, and flicked. Bloody hell, not only was his wife sucking him, but she also took pleasure in it. If he slid his fingers into her folds, would he find her drenched and ready?
“Are you wet for me, darling?”
Her whimper tickled his cock.
“Use your hands, too,” he demanded gruffly, which he reminded himself was not ungentlemanly in these circumstances. Firstly, he needed her to touch him, and secondly, she enjoyed his authoritative voice during bed sport.
Her hands immediately became an extension of her mouth, working up and down his length as her tongue attended to his head.
A tingling took hold in his bollocks and shot up his spine. Unable to hold himself upright, he fell back onto his elbows. Never breaking contact, Josie palmed and sucked him, her cheeks hollowing around him as she climbed on top of his thighs and pelvis.
Lowering to his back, he gave in to the sensation. He couldn’t hold back. He was going to come any second.
He was at the precipice about to leap when Josie pulled away. Disappointed, he opened his eyes.
She peered down at him, her lips wet and her eyes glazed over as if she was intoxicated. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I want you inside of me. Please.”
There was no need for her to ever feel sorry for wanting him. In fact, there was nothing that made him happier. Pulling her to him, he infused his kisses with his overwhelming love. She gave it back one hundredfold.
Dragging her up the bed, he flipped her onto her back. She squealed with delight and then stared at him with adoration in her eyes. Sitting up, he impatiently fiddled in his nightstand, searching for his damnable sheath. Josie rubbed his back, her caresses making him move faster.
Finally, he found the sheepskin. His clumsy fingers shook with need as he slid the tube over his pulsating cock. Meanwhile, Josie caressed and kissed his shoulder. Once he was sheathed, Josie stretched out beside him, her thighs parting in a silent invitation.
He climbed on top of her, his hips fitting perfectly in the cradle she’d created. She lifted her hips as she simultaneously pushed on his buttocks. His heart hammering, he easily slid into her heat.
Ensconced in sheer bliss, he froze in place, absorbing her pulsing walls until his heartbeat matched hers. Then, he slowly pumped into her. She met his every thrust with a throaty gasp and an equal force.
The tension within him built as the steady beat of their crashing hips and the morphing of their heavy breaths created a sensual symphony.
The head of his cock tickled until imaginary butterfly wings traveled his length and spread outward to his lower stomach and groin.
The pleasurable sensation filled him, eventually shooting up his spine.
He became a weightless ephemeral orb seated on a swing.
He swung higher and higher as every tingling nerve spiraled back to a single point in his groin.
His body tensed and tightened to delicious pain.
He held onto the sensation, becoming one with it.
The longer he clung to his existence on the Earthly plane, the more pleasure Josie would experience.
Luckily, his sensual wife leaped before him. Her walls quivered, her body shook, and she howled his name.
Since there was nothing left to hold on to, he also let go. He shuddered as his toes curled and his neck arched. Exploding into dreamy ecstasy, he levitated.
Lightheaded and featherlight, he fluttered back to Josie’s arms. His limbs may have been numb, but his soul felt overwhelming sentiment. He rolled off her, tossed his arm over his forehead, and steadied his breath.
She removed the sheath and tossed it onto the floor. Laying her head on his chest, she peered up at him. He expected her to say something like, That was delightful, because if he could form words, that is what he would say.
But no, not his unpredictable wife; she was thinking about other things. “I cannot be a prizefighter forever,” she said as she scraped her nails through his chest hair.
He blinked himself to a state of coherence. “What?” he asked.
“I cannot be a prizefighter forever. I’ve always known that, which is why I ultimately want to train women to defend themselves. Of course, I also want to train other prize fighters. These are the reasons I want to open The Silk Knuckles Saloon.”
He knew all of this, although he hadn’t thought much beyond her upcoming fight. All he could think to say was, “As much fun as the sweet science is, ’tis hard on your body.”
“Precisely, so after I win the Duke’s and Dame’s Mill, I want to spend my time teaching and coaching.”
“I will support you in whatever you want.” It wasn’t just the post-sexual intercourse euphoria talking; he meant it with his entire heart.
“Coaches can have children,” she said.
What in the devil was she getting at? Was she insinuating that she wanted children with him? Because he most definitely, one hundred percent, wanted children with her. “Are you saying you want to have a baby?” he asked.
She worried her kiss-swollen lip. “Do you?”
“I do. But I know ’tis not a possibility while you are fighting, and I have no intention of ever asking you to give up something that is important to you.”
“I want to win this one last fight,” she said. “Then I would like to try to conceive a baby.”
Although the prospect excited him, his mind and body were much too relaxed to show how utterly enthusiastic he felt. He wanted a boy and a girl. Or two girls. Or two boys. Or a half dozen little Nicolas’s and Josephine’s running amok.
“My darling, I want nothing more than to have a family with you if that is what you desire,” he said.
“When I am ready, we won’t have to use sheaths anymore, will we?” She grinned at him.
Holy bollocks. He was one lucky chap.
She snuggled into him. “In case I have never said it, you are a skilled opponent. Quite impressive, actually. Will you help me prepare for the fight?”
Pride puffed his chest. “Of course,” he said. “Whatever you need, my darling. Forever and ever, and ever after that. Whatever you need.”
And he meant it with all of his heart.