Page 82 of The Best Marquess

His low rumbling growl made her squirm on the bed. Then with the haste of a desperate man, Finn covered her like a big warm blanket, his chest pressing firmly against her back. One arm curved around her waist, and his huge cock glided against the soaked entrance to her pussy.

“Only one man. Your husband,” Finn replied, nipping her neck and shoulder until she whimpered with the need to be filled.

“Take me. Please,” she said, unashamed to beg.

For a moment she thought he might deny her, merely tease until her fingers tore the linen sheets. Instead, he did something far more diabolical; rather than thrusting deep like she craved, Finn fitted his cock to her entrance and lazily pushed just the head in.

“Yes,” he breathed. “So tight and hot. The perfect pussy.”

Pippa tried to push back onto him, so he would be all the way inside her as quickly as possible, but Finn didn’t permit that. He halted, his impossibly thick and hard cock only a few inches deep.

“Finn,” she said, her palms slapping the sheet in frustration. “Don’t you dare stop.”

He laughed, an exceedingly ragged sound, but a laugh nonetheless. Then the arm around her waist moved and he gently nudged her clamped right nipple with a fingertip.

Pippa gave a strangled cry as a streak of fire traveled from her breast directly to her clitoris. Then he did the same thing to the left and her pussy pulsed and spasmed, the violent orgasm shaking her with the force of the previous night’s storm. Only then did Finn thrust all the way inside her, and the stretch and fullness, the sheer relief of an acute need finally met, prolonged the orgasm until she screamed again.

“Oh, you like that sweet Pippet?” he growled in her ear as he fucked her brutally, wonderfully deep. “You like being stuffed full with your husband’s cock? Say it.”

“I love it,” she sobbed. “I need it. I always need it. I need you…”

Finn’s roar of ecstasy echoed in the bedchamber as he yanked his cock from her pussy, and the hot spurts of his seed lashed her lower back like a liquid flogger.

Exhausted, not sure if she would ever be able to move again, Pippa rested her forehead on the pillows. Soon after, Finn removed the clamps from her nipples one at a time. The pain made her mewl, the soothing rub of his palms both welcome and almost unbearable against the too-sensitive tips. But eventually he settled himself on his side and cradled her like two spoons in the cutlery drawer, petting her until she made a ridiculous purring sound.

“Comfortable, Pippet?”

“Mmmmhmmm. Do you need assistance with the dildo?” she asked.

“I’ve pulled it out already. I was grateful for the ring at the end and the flared base,” he replied. “With force like that, who knows where it might have ended up.”

“Be quite a tale if you sneezed and it dropped into your breakfast…talking of breakfast, must we get out of bed yet?”

Finn pulled the sheets and quilt up over them both. “No reason to do so just now. Although later I’ll call for the copper tub. I think a hot bath would do us both the world of good.”

“Then breakfast,” she mumbled, patting his hand. “Never forget breakfast.”

“I wouldn’t dare,” he said, and she could hear the tender amusement in his voice.

Pippa sighed with bone-deep contentment.

They had weathered many storms; surely there could only be smooth sailing ahead.

“I hate to say it, but The Highland Marauder was factually incorrect in one critical area: a bath for two is not romantic. Nor is it the place for activities of an amorous nature. One involuntary twitch and I will give myself a bloodied nose.”

Finn almost laughed, but he and Pippa were sitting in the copper tub facing each other, knees shoved under their chins and arms dangling over the sides. If either moved a muscle yet another tidal wave of water would gush onto the wooden floor.

They had learned this the hard way.

“The laird had a waterfall pouring into a pool the size of the music room,” he replied. “I just think it’s that we don’t have the correct materials. Some of the pleasure clubs in the city have permanent baths made of marble behind their screens. No more lugging a copper tub upstairs, just the hot water. And they are large enough to lie down in.”

Pippa raised an eyebrow; about all she could do to prevent further flooding. “I don’t mean to be a nagging wife, but when are we going to get one of those? Because as exciting as it is to perform contortionist acts and wrap my ankles around my neck, the thought of stretching out in a bath does sound rather lovely. Especially after pleasure toy play.”

“You would like to continue that?”

“That would be a resounding yes. I am shamelessly offering myself up to be used for testing purposes while offering a stern eye for quality. It is important that all Bliss goods meet the highest of standards. I’m also looking forward to seeing what you create next in the inventing room.”

“Probably nothing,” Finn said morosely, wanting to slap the water in frustration, but restricting himself to drumming his fingers on the edge of the tub. “I’m not sure how I’ll have time for Bliss, what with all the duties of a marquess. I don’t want to be half-hearted or a failure at that, not with so many relying on me.”