Page 113 of A Duchess Surrendered

She fell back to the bed, now damp with her sweat and the proof of her arousal.

“Was it everything you wanted?” Lewis asked, grinning.

“Almost,” she said.

“And you calledmeinsatiable.”

“Hypocrite,” Bridget said. “You want this as much as I do.”

Lewis took his manhood in hand and stroked himself. Bridget’s breath caught in her chest, as she took in the sight of him and how his whole body tensed when he touched his cock. She spread her thighs wide and tilted her hips up, silently urging.

Lewis raised an eyebrow. “I want to tease you further,” he said, “but I fear you are right, my wife.”

He guided himself inside her, his tip pushing against her entrance. Bridget inhaled deeply. She pressed her wrists into the bedding and braced herself as Lewis pushed himself inside her. There was the faintest pinch, for she was still very tight. Lewis took hold of her hips and moved carefully out, letting her adjust to him. Her muscles tightened almost at once.

“You are so tight,” Lewis groaned.

“Wonderful,” Bridget said, bucking her hips.

Lewis grunted and sheathed himself inside her. He set a firm rhythm, moving in and out. Bridget soon found the rhythm and rocked against him, meeting his every thrust. Lewis’s breath came in sharp, loud pants. His muscles were tight and beautiful, and Bridget gazed wonderingly at him. Pleasure curled inside her once again, twisting tighter and tighter inside her. She could endure it no longer. Bridget lowered her arms and grasped her own breasts, kneading them between her hands and rubbing circles around her nipples.

“You disobedient vixen,” Lewis growled.

“I know!” Bridget cried out, as her body trembled at the growing pleasure.

Even if she was disobedient, Lewis seemed to have decided that he had denied himself for long enough. He quickened his movements, his body shaking as he drew himself closer to his own release. His hot seed filled her, and Bridget arched her back. She gasped, her whole body shaking as her second release tore through her. Bridget rode the wave of pleasure until it slowly abated, leaving her body pliable and wonderfully used.

Lewis withdrew himself and patted her thigh. “I have missed you very much,” he said softly, as if he was making some sacred confession.

“And I missed you for this and many other reasons,” Bridget said.

He lay on his side beside her and propped his chin up against his fist. “I will not forget that you disobeyed me, though. You must be disciplined for that.”

“Now?” she asked.

Bridget could not decide if being disciplined right then filled her with dread or anticipation. Perhaps it was a little of both. She remembered those early days when her husband had broughther close to the edge but refused to give her all the pleasure that she wanted.

“No,” Lewis said thoughtfully. “When you least expect it.”

“Oh.”

Bridget imagined Lewis pleasuring her in the bath or while she was preparing for bed or reading in the drawing room. Each salacious scenario was more delightful than the last, and she grinned at him, entirely unrepentant.

“I shall look forward to it, my dear husband.”

“We shall see,” Lewis replied.

Bridget leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on his lips. “The last time I asked you to spend the night with me, you declined.”

A flicker of guilt flashed in his eyes, as Lewis shifted closer to her. He raised a hand and stroked her cheek. “That was a grave error on my part. Tonight, you are going nowhere, and neither am I.”

Lewis drew her into his arms, and Bridget sighed contentedly. She lay there quietly and found there was no place that she would rather be in all the world.

The End?