Chapter 5 #2
She lifted to her knees and opened the slit of her drawers to allow his body entry as she positioned him at her core.
Rubbing the tip of his cock against her, she drew pleasure from his warmth, his enticing sleek cock stood as hard as before.
From the exquisite feel of his thick manhood against her feminine folds, the desire she’d felt mere minutes ago in the freezing snow returned.
She grew slick and wet, his tip sinking into her with a tightness that thrilled her.
Lord, she wanted to take him inside her and never let him leave.
She hadn’t even brushed the brink of bliss, and yet she was consumed by the feel of him.
It was as if they were soaring through the sky.
Reaching for the heavens as one as she sunk down upon his heat, trembling with the intensity and fullness of taking in all of him.
He breathed out a heavy breath in a whoosh.
The sensations overwhelming them both, she bit down on his neck as her hair tumbled around them.
Pleasure surged through her body as brisk winter air swirled around them.
Joshua reached up with one hand and tore her redingote and gown open from the neck down to her waist. Phoebe gasped, the act a complete shock from the man who had shown so much control over the years of their relationship.
Her reaction did not stop him. He was a man on a mission of passion as he freed her from her corset and chemise, baring her to the elements.
The cold was bracing, invigorating as he peered down to admire her full breasts.
She lifted and sank down on him, filling herself beyond what was comfortable, yet it was so desirable, she couldn’t stop.
She began riding him as if her life depended on it.
Her breasts bouncing in the cold winter air.
He lifted one, her breast spilling over his palm as he brought it to his mouth to suck and tease, taunting her with tantalizing swirls of his tongue.
She groaned with the pleasure of it. She felt completely vulnerable yet protected just the same.
The emotions were staggering. Consuming.
Never before had she felt so much control and so little at the same time.
He released her breast and reached down between them, lust overtaking her as he found the pleasurable nub at her apex.
She flexed her hips and grabbed the rear of the sleigh for balance.
Her knees shook as he held the reins with one hand like it was something he did all the time.
“You are more beautiful right now than I’ve ever seen you,” he said on a rasp and the beginning of her orgasm washed away her remaining restraint.
Her body humming, she swiveled her hips and he moaned with satisfaction.
She was panting with each rise and fall on his cock, riding him across the countryside at a pace she’d never imagined she could.
Her breasts bounced and flounced, and she loved it.
The intensity of his hunger as he tried to keep his eyes on where they were going—but couldn’t as his gaze strayed to her nakedness—sent her over the edge.
The raw carnality causing her back to arch as her body quaked, her sheath convulsing around him.
Joshua grunted, his jaw tightening, the tendons on his neck visible as he let out a fierce roar.
His free hand wrapped around her, under her arm and up across her back to grasp the top of her shoulder, holding her in place as he thrust upward with so much aggression, on anyone else it would be frightening.
On him it was intoxicating. His furious thrusts shifted their position and sent her body singing with pleasure.
The spasms of bliss she never dreamed were possible, pulsing through her core once more as he drove into her, rocking his body against her clit, and she screamed a second release.
Her voice mixing with his in the countryside, an erotic chorus of wantonness and satisfaction.
Phoebe fell against his chest, his chin resting on her head, both breathing hard as if they were the ones to pull the sleigh through the deep snow, and not the horse. Joshua slowed the horse to a trot, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her tight.
“I’m sorry. I should have never lost control like that,” his apology said on a ragged breath. “I didn’t mean to expose you.”
She pulled back and looked him in the eyes. Concern, and was that fear clouding his expression?
“Don’t you dare apologize for what we just did. I have never felt more alive than what I have in the past hour with you.” She kissed him then, hard and demanding, letting him know he was exactly who she wanted. Needed. Desired.
When she pulled back, a satisfied grin crossed her lips and he searched her face for the lie. But there wasn’t one. There would never be one. Not between them. Only truth.
His expression softened until he realized she was bare to the elements and he stopped the horse with a deep, “Whoa.”
Then he was pulling up her chemise and corset, and attempting to close the front of her torn gown and redingote with little success. “If you become sick, I will never forgive myself.”
“If I become sick it won’t be from the fresh air of the Scottish countryside.”
He stood up, giving her little choice but to wrap her legs around his middle, his cock still buried inside her, as he put one hand under her backside. “Damn, but you challenge a man’s stamina.”
She clamped her inner walls around him and he groaned. “Minx.”
“Devil,” she replied when his cock flexed inside her.
“This must wait, until I get you back to the warmth of Caerlaverock.” He lifted her off his quickly hardening shaft and placed her in the middle of the fur. Then he pulled it over the top of her head and wrapped the ends around her, covering her from the tip of her nose to the tip of her toes.
“How will you stay warm?” she asked as he buttoned the falls of his trousers, stuffing his sex down into the fabric with difficulty.
“As hot as that exercise in debauchery made me, it will take me several hours to get my body temperature back to normal.” He dropped a kiss on her lips before sitting in the seat next to her and flicking the reins.
“I cannot wait to fulfill my next resolution.”
He grinned. “Neither can I.”