Chapter 17
When a newly married couple spent hours in a coach, there was no need for amusements. At least not of the usual kind. Hermia, in any other circumstance, would have lamented the long hours without a few novels or playing cards.
She had far more intriguing things to occupy her time now. New things. Delicious things.
The last day, except for brief stops, had largely been spent in Crispin’s arms as they bumped over the rough roads of England.
He had shown her more ways to arrive at pleasure than she ever could have conceived of and in more positions too. She blushed to think of a few of them.
It was a good thing she was in excellent condition and rather flexible.
But as they rested in each other’s arms after their last bout of lovemaking, a rather curious idea had taken root in her mind. She let her fingertips trail to his breeches, but she hesitated.
“Yes?” Crispin asked, his voice rich with all the pleasure they’d partaken in.
She cleared her throat. “I was wondering…”
“Wondering is very good for the mind,” he teased.
She batted at his shoulder.
He laughed, a low rumble. “What were you wondering?”
She bit her lower lip, then rushed, “Well, you are always touching my sex…and I thought perhaps…”
As if his body could reply, she watched in amazement as his length hardened under his breeches.
“Oh my,” she exclaimed.
“I’m going to die before my time because of your curiosity,” he groaned. “But it will be a marvelous way to end. So, do as you will, my darling. I am all yours.”
“Truly?” she asked, glancing up at him.
He smiled gently, but there was already a hot spark in his gaze. “Of course.”
She licked her lips, then tentatively undid his breeches and was quite surprised when his sex bobbed out, hard and heavy.
Eyeing it, she found herself quite amazed again by his male part. It all but twitched toward her as if it knew her and wished for her attention.
She grinned at that, then tentatively reached out and skimmed her fingers over the swollen head. A single drop of his seed glimmered there.
He groaned and his hips bucked upward. “Wife, I’m going to need you in a moment.”
“Can I kiss it?” she asked, feeling quite powerful at his words.
“Please do,” he moaned, sounding as if he was being tortured.
Boldly, she leaned down and pressed her lips to the curved tip, and then she slowly kissed all along the shaft, tracing the rigid lines there, until suddenly and quite instinctively, she parted her lips and took him into her mouth.
He grabbed hold of her and gasped with bliss.
That power that had awoken in her grew, and she quite loved how she was clearly making him feel.
She savored the salty taste of him and treated him as if he was a sweet to be explored. After all, she had enjoyed his kisses upon her most sensitive place. Surely, he’d feel the same.
His hands tightened in her hair until he let out a low groan, gently pulled her up, eased her to the coach bench, lifted her skirts, and then paused, meeting her gaze.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Crispin, oh yes.”
Now that she was accustomed to him, the power of his thrust deep into her core was the most heavenly feeling. And the pace of their meeting stunned her. For it took only seconds for her to match him in desire.
His hips pistoned against hers, and his body caressed just where she needed, and before she knew it, she was being tossed into ecstasy.
Crispin pulled her into his arms, and they both shook with the force of their passion. It rolled and swooped through her, so intense she feared she would not be able to endure it.
But she did. Oh, how she did, and when he finished, his face was a mask of pure male satisfaction.
She smiled to herself, triumphant. So this was what married life could be. She loved it. She loved…
Hermia swallowed that thought back. No, she would keep that to herself for now because that was not part of their arrangement. And she was not about to let him down.