Lady Northam's Wicked Surrender (7 page)

“Yes,” she said. “I want to know what it is to have you inside me.”

The words spurred his cock to jump. He was already hard and ready for her.

Cupping her jaw with both hands, he kissed her and stared into her eyes.

“If I take you now,” he said, “I am not going to let you go.”

She trembled in response. He meant every word. If they consummated their feelings, it meant that she was ready to commit to their relationship no matter what. He would accept nothing less.

“This is not a night’s pleasure for me. If you want me to make love to you, then it has to mean more than just tonight.”

She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him against her and rested her head against his chest and shoulder. Again her soft honey scent teased his senses.

“I have always wanted to be with you, Simon.”

He wanted to believe her. Could she truly love him? Perhaps he needed to give her another chance.

“You need to be sure.”

A tear welled in her eye. “Simon, I was wrong.” She lowered her head and pressed her forehead to his chest. “I thought so ill of you before. I let Paul manipulate my insecurities and prey upon my vulnerability. And, silly me, I trusted that my brother would actually care more for my happiness than his political ambitions.”

He wiped her eyes, then kissed her lips gently.

She continued, “I put my faith in the wrong people when I should have kept my faith in you. I am sorry. I am so very sorry.”

Simon embraced her. He breathed in her hair and kissed her head.

“I realized today that I betrayed you, not the other way around.” She sniffled. “I was the one who kept my heart from you. Though I thought I was protecting myself, I think I was so afraid of losing you, and the one true happiness I’d ever known, that I too easily believed it was never real in the first place.”

How often had he wondered the same thing? If their passion and tenderness had actually been real? He wanted to believe it. He’d come back to England because he needed to believe it.

Rowena looped her arms around his neck and pulled him onto the bed with her. He fell atop of her and her eyes widened in surprise from his sudden, heavy weight. When he started to lift up, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, pinning him to her body.

He stilled. “I want—”

She put her finger to his lips. “Show me.”

He kissed her hungrily. His hands found her breasts and he teased her nipples with his thumbs, swirling them around the tips as he rubbed his cock up and down her slit. He couldn’t get enough of the luscious mounds in his hands. They begged for him to worship them and he loved the way her body responded to his thorough manipulation.

With a moan, she arched her back, giving him better access. Soon her nipples were tight little beads. His pace increased as he rocked his straining cock against her. Need lanced through him. He wanted to fuck her, to take everything she willingly offered and more. There was no going back.

She surprised him by gripping his buttocks, driving him harder as he teased her cunt. His trousers were wet from her slick arousal.

He shifted and bent down so that he could run his tongue over her. The taste of her slightly salty skin made him want more, so he licked a trail up from her stomach to the soft mounds of her breasts. He feasted on one and then the other.

Her breath caught. “Please.”

Though he wanted to plunge inside of her and make her cry out over and over as he’d fantasized about many times, he forced himself to slow down. This was their first time and he would not rush. Kissing her fiercely, he lifted her arms and held her wrists above her head.

She undulated her hips. They enticed him, but he had other plans for her first.

He continued to kiss and massage her tender, soft breasts. Simon loved the feel of them against his cheeks, the way her nipples tightened in his mouth or when he blew on them.

“Keep your wrists high,” he commanded her.

“I need you, Simon,” she replied, moving her hands to cup his face.

With a barely audible groan, he took her lips. He couldn’t get enough of kissing her.

Then, he lifted her hands again and placed the wrists back together. He reached over for his cravat and tied her hands, making sure the knot was loose enough for her to move or to undo if she became uncomfortable.

“I am not done exploring your body,” he said with a wide smile.

He let his finger slide across her supple skin, across her jaw, down to the hollow of her throat, across her delicious mounds, down to her soft stomach and thighs. It would be easy to lose himself in the pleasure of exploring her from head to toe.

Rowena moved restlessly under his perusal. She was begging for it.

With a pinch to her thigh, he said, “My, you are impatient.”

“Well, I’ve had many years of anticipation.”

“Is this what you want?” he asked, teasing her petals open with his fingers. He rubbed his finger over her clit.

“Yes.” She shook her head back and forth. “No. More.”

He obeyed, sliding his fingers lower. With three fingers, he inched his way inside of her. Her channel was snug and gripped him firmly. Using her juices, he stretched his fingers inside of her. The thought of that heat clamping around his cock almost tempted him to forgo his seduction and fuck her senseless. Almost.

She arched her back and lightly struggled against the bond.

“Hmmm?”

The look she gave him when her eyelids flew open made him chuckle. She seemed determined to rush him, to make him sink inside her. This wanton side of her was new to him, but he liked it.

“Maybe you need a little release, darling.” Bending down, he placed light kisses across her stomach and thighs.

His fingers held her swollen pussy lips apart. With a wicked glance to her, he smiled and lowered his tongue to her slit. Licking her from bottom to top, he loved the way she rotated her hips, enthralling him. He paused a second to rest over her clit, then teased the hood with his tongue.

She cried out loudly.

“You shall wake the house. Quiet down.” He grinned over her sex. In fact, her enjoyment was a heady rush, as enticing as a warm mouth over his cock. Something he would definitely have to try with her later.

“Be glad my hands are tied.” There was no heat to her voice, but he looked up to see a wicked grin.

“Oh, I am,” he replied before continuing on his mission. With slow swirls, he laved her tender spot. He alternated between pressing firmly and brushing over it in quick, light strokes.

Her arousal was rising. The scent of her desire increased, as did her struggles.

“Please. Please. Must you force me to beg you?” She no longer sounded like herself, her voice raspy and low.

Though his shaft tightened and a tiny drop of his seed had already spread over the head, Simon didn’t stop his exploration.

 “You came into my room and offered your body to me,” he replied. “I intend to sample it fully.”

He teased. He licked. With hard, long strokes. With slow swishes until Rowena’s soft cries intensified.

She must be close. Taking his index finger, he pushed inside of her as he tapped his tongue in measured intervals against her clitoris. He kept the pace steady until her body clenched. She shuddered beneath him and released a long, low moan as she came.

“Simon,” she breathed.

“Hmmm?”

“That was…that was…”

He shifted onto his elbows so he could look up at her face. “Quite enjoyable.”

She reddened. “It was unlike anything,” she said.

Though he hated to think of Paul having this kind of pleasure with her, he couldn’t help his curiosity. “Paul never kissed you in this way?” he asked.

She shook her head fiercely. “No.”

“I should like to make up for that.” He kissed her thigh and looked back up again. “Every day, if you let me.”

“Oh.” It came out as a little cry from her lips.

“There are many, many ways to make love,” he told her. “I intend to try as many of them as you will permit me.” He grinned.

The way her green eyes widened sent another rush of heat through him. He loved that she was experienced enough to be so bold as to wait in his bed, but still so inexperienced when it came to the ways of pleasure.

“Would you like to rest a while? Or, would you like to find out more?” he asked.

“Kiss me,” she demanded.

Simon crawled up the length of her. He paused before lowering his head. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. “I love you, Rowena.” Before she could reply, he pressed his lips to hers.

Tenderly, he coaxed her tongue to play with his. This wasn’t the heated kiss of intense passion, but a warm, enveloping kiss, slow and measured.

“I said it before, but I want to be clear. I do not just want you for tonight. I want you in my bed and in my life tomorrow and every day after,” he said. The thought of separating from her again was too much for him to bear. He needed to know that they had a future together, that she wanted a life with him as much as he wanted one with her.

“I will marry you, Simon, if that is what you are asking.” The trembling in her soft voice revealed more than her words.

He took her mouth in a long kiss. “Yes, I am asking.”

When he lifted his head, he chuckled. “Something tells me we’d better arrange for a special license straight away,” he said.

Her forehead furrowed in apparent confusion.

“If I have you as thoroughly and as often as I intend, it could soon become obvious that the, uh, goods were sampled well before the wedding.”

He placed a little kiss on her nose.

Her hand reached for her belly. “Surely you don’t think?”

“Would you rather I wait, then, to take you?”

Oh, he hoped to the Lord that she said no. He’d held himself in check, but his prick ached for release. And both he and his straining shaft would prefer to have it inside of her. Eight years was a hell of a long time for foreplay.

She exhaled. “Why wait, Simon? We’ve waited so long already.”

The words lit a fire across his heart. A fire which trailed down to his throbbing cock, consuming him.

“I confess I am impatient,” he said. “I need you.
Right now
.”

“Then hurry as I cannot wait,” she said, sheepishly.

Eagerly, he got up and removed his trousers and undergarments. His cock tightened and he groaned as another drop of semen spread over the tip.

She murmured delightfully when she saw it. God damn. It made him harder knowing she was so pleased.

He went over to the bed and untied the cravat. “Come set yourself at the side here.” She shifted her body for him and he gently guided her hips until her bottom was right at the edge.

He lifted her legs and stretched them wide. The moment was here, he could hold back no longer. Rowena was everything that he wanted, all that he needed. He would spend a lifetime loving her.

She looked so inviting, spread open like this. Her glistening pussy tempted him and he moved to tease his cock over it. He couldn’t help but close his eyes at the feel of her soft flesh against his hard length.

A long groan escaped him as he slipped the head inside of her. His shoulders clenched and his buttocks tightened. With a deep breath, he willed himself to calm down. It would be too easy to drive deep inside of her and push too hard.

Gripping the sheets, he slid inside just a couple of inches. Her hands caressed his back. She wrapped her legs around him again, forcing him further inside. His muscles felt taught and tension racked his body, yet he kept himself in check.

“Please,” she said again. She leaned up and bit his jaw and lightly scraped her nails over his scalp. Her hips moved, begging him to fuck her the way they both wanted.

He couldn’t hold back anymore. With a thrust, he pushed all the way in. Her walls closed in around him, the silky ridges milking his cock and forcing him to move again.

He pumped in and out of her a few times before shifting the position. He lifted her thighs and draped them over his arms. Then, he plunged inside her over and over.

“Heavens,” she whispered. Her face was drawn tight as he continued.

He pushed his body forward and rotated his hips, increasing the force of his thrusts.

She gripped his biceps, digging her little nails into his arm.

That was all the urging he needed. He pushed into her again, moving faster.

Her pants were the only sounds in the room other than the slapping of his skin against her hot, open sex.

There was no denying it now, he needed to come. Beyond that, he felt a primal need to claim her, to mark her body as his.

Rolling his hips, he drove forward, pushing himself as deep as he could go. The pressure of her nails drove him on. He lost himself, pummeling into her in fast, short strokes. Then, he breathed deeply and shifted into slow, long strokes, hitting deep within her.

He could hear his name on her lips, but everything around him was a blur. His balls were heavy and swollen and his cock nearly burned from the desperate desire to spill into her. Gripping her shoulders, he pushed deeper. Harder.

Her cries were more and more frequent. High pitched little sounds that eroded his control. Though it was late and they were not in the house alone, he couldn’t care at this moment.

He shifted her legs so that they would go even higher and thrust into her in one powerful stroke. His tenuous hold on himself broke and his cock jutted forward three times, releasing a thick flood into her.

She cried out once more and gripped the sheets as he had. Then, he felt her body shudder into orgasm.

Simon sighed and collapsed on top of her. He kissed her shoulder and made a trail of little kisses across her collarbone and up her chin to her mouth.

Her fingers ran through his hair and she kissed his forehead. “I never thought it could be like this,” she said. She coughed and turned her face into the sheets. He suspected she was hiding another blush. “I never knew that kind of intensity. That kind of raw desire.”

He rubbed his nose over hers. “That is my solemn duty as your husband.” He caressed her jaw lightly. “It is my duty to never let you forget how much I desire you. How much I need you.”