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Authors: Leah Braemel
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need proof that I don’t mind being married to you.”
She already had the proof, if the erection pressing into her belly was an indicator.
He undid her riding skirt with a murmured, “You wear too many clothes.” Her chemise was quickly drawn over her head, her knickers pushed over her hips leaving her naked, vulnerable. His gaze raked her from the top of her head to her stockinged feet. “I’ve been thinking about doing this all day.”
He had?
With that, he dipped his head again. Instead of kissing her mouth, this time he laid a series of soft kisses down her neck until she was trembling. When he captured one nipple with his mouth, she had to hang on to his shoulders with both hands.
Her whole body seemed connected somehow. Her mouth, her neck, her breasts, and parts of her body she’d barely been aware of before. Secret parts. The first night they’d been together he’d called it her pussy—maybe because he liked stroking it, she wasn’t sure. All she did know was that when he touched her like this, her pussy and other parts of her body, deep inside, ached in a way she’d never experienced before.
He pressed her onto the feather mattress and parted her legs, exposing her private parts to him, but she’d learned that very first time not to try to cover it from him. “You have such a pretty pussy. It’s all swollen and glistening, waiting for me to taste it like a fresh picked plum.”
Her cheeks must have been the same color as a plum the first time he’d put his mouth down there. Even now, knowing what he would do, she felt the blush creeping over her chest, up her neck and flooding her face.
He undid his belt, then unbuttoned his trousers and let them drop; his belt buckle hit the floor with a clank. His erection was stiff against his underclothes, a hard ridge that still startled her. He wasted no time in stepping out of his drawers before kneeling on the bed between her outspread knees.
His fingers feathered light trails up the inside of her thighs. “Have you been thinking about this, Sarah? About us bein’ in a real bed tonight? About me doin’ this to you?”
Aware that her breathing was shallow, shaky, she nodded. Was it scandalous for a woman to admit? Would he think her her mother’s daughter for such thoughts?
“Good. I’m glad.” His hands found her lower lips and parted them. It felt so…strange, so wonderful.
He should let her get dressed. Take her out to the kitchen and feed her. From the smells wafting down the hall and the sounds of cutlery clanking, Martha was setting the table, which meant the meal would soon follow. But now he knew what had set Sarah off, he needed this. To remind her that despite what she’d thought he said, he desired her as a woman, that he didn’t feel saddled to her. To ease that part of him that demanded he claim her as his own.
Her skin was so soft beneath his fingers, though her thighs were muscular. No doubt from the riding she’d done. It had damned near scared him to death when she’d insisted on riding that high-spirited stallion Bandit. But she’d proven to be an excellent horsewoman, never letting the horse forget who was in charge.
He dragged his thumb between her glistening folds again. Her body rippled and tightened with each stroke. Her eyelids fluttered closed as she gave in to his attentions. She was so responsive to even the gentlest touch. What more could a man ask from his wife?
Wife. He still wasn’t used to the concept, but damned if he wasn’t going to enjoy its benefits.
He lowered his mouth to her juncture and allowed himself a taste of her. Moisture coated his tongue as he lapped at her folds. Now he’d had a taste of her spicy musk, he’d never get it out of his head. And from the way she was moving her hips, pressing her sweet pussy into his face, she was enjoying herself as well.
Alternating between lapping and nipping at that tight little bud hidden in her folds, Jackson paid close attention to her
She already had the proof, if the erection pressing into her belly was an indicator.
He undid her riding skirt with a murmured, “You wear too many clothes.” Her chemise was quickly drawn over her head, her knickers pushed over her hips leaving her naked, vulnerable. His gaze raked her from the top of her head to her stockinged feet. “I’ve been thinking about doing this all day.”
He had?
With that, he dipped his head again. Instead of kissing her mouth, this time he laid a series of soft kisses down her neck until she was trembling. When he captured one nipple with his mouth, she had to hang on to his shoulders with both hands.
Her whole body seemed connected somehow. Her mouth, her neck, her breasts, and parts of her body she’d barely been aware of before. Secret parts. The first night they’d been together he’d called it her pussy—maybe because he liked stroking it, she wasn’t sure. All she did know was that when he touched her like this, her pussy and other parts of her body, deep inside, ached in a way she’d never experienced before.
He pressed her onto the feather mattress and parted her legs, exposing her private parts to him, but she’d learned that very first time not to try to cover it from him. “You have such a pretty pussy. It’s all swollen and glistening, waiting for me to taste it like a fresh picked plum.”
Her cheeks must have been the same color as a plum the first time he’d put his mouth down there. Even now, knowing what he would do, she felt the blush creeping over her chest, up her neck and flooding her face.
He undid his belt, then unbuttoned his trousers and let them drop; his belt buckle hit the floor with a clank. His erection was stiff against his underclothes, a hard ridge that still startled her. He wasted no time in stepping out of his drawers before kneeling on the bed between her outspread knees.
His fingers feathered light trails up the inside of her thighs. “Have you been thinking about this, Sarah? About us bein’ in a real bed tonight? About me doin’ this to you?”
Aware that her breathing was shallow, shaky, she nodded. Was it scandalous for a woman to admit? Would he think her her mother’s daughter for such thoughts?
“Good. I’m glad.” His hands found her lower lips and parted them. It felt so…strange, so wonderful.
He should let her get dressed. Take her out to the kitchen and feed her. From the smells wafting down the hall and the sounds of cutlery clanking, Martha was setting the table, which meant the meal would soon follow. But now he knew what had set Sarah off, he needed this. To remind her that despite what she’d thought he said, he desired her as a woman, that he didn’t feel saddled to her. To ease that part of him that demanded he claim her as his own.
Her skin was so soft beneath his fingers, though her thighs were muscular. No doubt from the riding she’d done. It had damned near scared him to death when she’d insisted on riding that high-spirited stallion Bandit. But she’d proven to be an excellent horsewoman, never letting the horse forget who was in charge.
He dragged his thumb between her glistening folds again. Her body rippled and tightened with each stroke. Her eyelids fluttered closed as she gave in to his attentions. She was so responsive to even the gentlest touch. What more could a man ask from his wife?
Wife. He still wasn’t used to the concept, but damned if he wasn’t going to enjoy its benefits.
He lowered his mouth to her juncture and allowed himself a taste of her. Moisture coated his tongue as he lapped at her folds. Now he’d had a taste of her spicy musk, he’d never get it out of his head. And from the way she was moving her hips, pressing her sweet pussy into his face, she was enjoying herself as well.
Alternating between lapping and nipping at that tight little bud hidden in her folds, Jackson paid close attention to her
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