Chapter Eleven #4
“I will rest for the afternoon if that is your wish,” she said softly.
“But I would like permission to see to the evening meal when the time comes. This is a special occasion, after all. It is not every day that Kenneth St. Héver visits. I want to make sure everything is perfect so he will be impressed with the kind of woman you married.”
He stroked her cheeks with his thumbs before pulling her down onto the bed and taking the dominate position over her. He lowered himself, gently feasting on her neck and collarbone, tasting her sweetness. The playfulness was over and the gentle passion was beginning.
“He knows what kind of woman I married,” he breathed. “The most wonderful woman in England.”
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly as he progressed from kissing to fondling her.
He hadn’t made love to her since before her injury and she suddenly very much wanted to feel him against her, inside of her.
In the past ten days, the man had become her entire world. Her lips found his earlobe.
“Take me,” she whispered.
He shook his head. “Nay, sweetheart, as much as I would love to, I have duties to attend to right now.”
“Duties can wait. ’Tis been too long, Stephen. Take me now.”
He shook his head again and lifted his lips from the swell of her bosom. The cornflower blue eyes were glazed with passion as he gazed at her.
“You are still ill,” he insisted gently, cupping her face. “I do not want to tax you. You must get well before we can….”
She put her hands on his head, pulling him down to her. “I am fine,” she teased as her lips brushed his. “Please, Stephen. Do not deny me.”
He knew he should not but his willpower was not strong enough.
When she plunged her little pink tongue into his mouth, he was lost. Her surcoat came off beneath his gentle, eager hands and his mouth latched on to a tender nipple.
Joselyn groaned softly as his lips moved over her breasts, her torso, his touch gentler and more reverent than she had ever known it to be.
When he finally impaled her on his great phallus, she wrapped her body around him and moved with him, feeling his great strength around her and in her.
His touch said a million words his lips couldn’t seem to and she whispered in his ear as he thrust into her, telling him of her love for him.
Her softly purring voice only heightened his fervor.
He released himself deep into her body, feeling her slick walls pull at him.
Well after their passion climaxed, Stephen continued to hold her tightly, embedded in her sweet body, his chin on the top of her head.
He didn’t think it was possible to love something as much as he loved her.
He couldn’t remember when his life did not revolve around the woman.
“Now,” he shifted slightly so he could look at her, burrowed warm and deep in his arms. “After all this, you must promise me no more argument. You will stay here and rest while I attend Kenneth.”
She lifted her face up to his, kissing him. “I promise, I will stay here.”
He pecked her on the nose, the lips, before reluctantly releasing her and going in search of his clothing.
Joselyn sat up, the coverlet clutched to her naked breast as she watched Stephen dress.
She was sorry when he pulled his breeches over his tight buttocks; she rather liked watching his naked behind.
In fact, there was much about Stephen’s naked body that she liked, unusual for a woman who had viewed men with such fear and loathing before her marriage.
Stephen had changed a great many things about her. He had changed her.
She was still daydreaming about him when he finished dressing and turned to her. He fiddled with the mail around his upper arm, watching his wife as she smiled up at him. He finished with the mail and returned her smile.
“You may see to the evening meal if you feel up to it,” he told her. “But that is the extent of it. No walking around, no over-exerting yourself. Swear it.”
She nodded obediently. “I swear.”
“Good.” He winked at her. “I will see you later.”
“I love you, husband.”
He paused, his hand on the door latch, his cornflower blue eyes lingering on her. “I love you, too.”
He winked again and was gone. When the door was shut, she got out of bed to lock it.
She thought briefly about dressing and going to the kitchens, but the evening meal was hours away and she did not want to be viewed as disobeying Stephen’s command.
But there was something more on her mind with the appearance of Kenneth.
She knew he was here to help Stephen in dealing with the rebellious Scots.
She had tried and failed. Now Kenneth was here and, at some point, would undoubtedly visit Kynan.
Joselyn wondered if a word from her to her cousin would convince the man to tell Kenneth and Stephen what they wanted to know.
Perhaps Kynan would feel sorry that Joselyn had been injured by the very people he was trying so hard to protect.
She wondered if she should not make one last attempt to aid her husband. She simply couldn’t let it go entirely.
She had to try one more time.