Page 46 of Miss Ellis Unleashed

“I’m not going anywhere you’re not invited.” She pushed his waistcoat away and then glanced down at the bulge in his trousers. “Not when you need me to take care of that. And, yes, we have an understanding. We’re going to marry and be very happy together.”

“We will.”

He bent her backward and sealed their lips together in a kiss that took her breath away. She tugged his shirt out of his trousers in her impatience to feel his naked body close. Max pulled it over his head and tossed it aside carelessly. She had a brief chance to admire his muscled chest before he kissed her again, and she became lost in the wonder of making love.

Tonight, she was done with half measures and waiting though. She turned him under her the first chance she got.

From the dominant position over him, she surveyed her prize. Max was a well-built man, hairy-chested and oh so warm. She let her fingers dance over his skin, making sure no part of his torso was neglected.

“You really are all mine now,” she told him.

“And you are mine,” he warned, before flipping her over and pinning her down.

He raised her hands above her head and held them there. She squirmed, putting up a faint resistance, but she was exactly where she wanted to be.

Max nibbled her neck, and she squirmed in earnest then and he released her hands. “Do you never stay still?”

She fumbled with the buttons of his breeches. “Well, perhaps you’re not holding the right part of me down yet,” she taunted.

He adjusted, pinning down her hips with his own. Now, he was almost where she wanted him. She pushed at his breeches and then parted her legs and wrapped them around his hips.

“I always thought…”

“What?”

“I always feared my wife would end up being a model of decorum. Dull.” He shoved his clothing lower and then thrust against her, once, twice, until the tip of his cock became wedged in a place that felt so good. So right. “Happy to be so wrong about that, too.”

He pressed into her, holding her down as they became one. Daisy squirmed, seeking more of him inside her.

His hands cradled her face suddenly. “Don’t be so impatient, love, or I’ll hurt you.”

He withdrew and pressed forward again. Daisy hadn’t the heart to tell him she’d toyed with her own body so often, she was not feeling any pain at all.

Max held himself above her, not even thrusting, and grinned again. “There now. Well and truly ruined and all mine.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I know that’s not all there is to it.”

Max rolled them with a husky laugh. “If you must have all me immediately, who am I to stand in your way? Ride me.”

Daisy understood the request, and thought she knew the mechanics of making love. She was not about to let her lack of experience make her shy now. She positioned herself, knees bent, keeping him inside her, and attempted to move awkwardly up and down on his length.

Max grasped her hips and guided her movements, until she discovered a smooth, comfortable rhythm.

It was intoxicating, having Max heighten her pleasure in a way her own fingers and imagination could never achieve. She watched him. Noticed the sweat on his face and the flex of his body under hers as he enjoyed her efforts. She could feel her climax closing in, and twisted her hips, searching for the perfect pressure spot to send her over the edge.

Max finally touched her breasts, pinched her nipples between his fingers, and her back arched at the pleasure of that unexpected pain. She climaxed, crying out wordlessly, coming to a shuddering halt with Max still buried deep inside her.

When she met his gaze, she saw his jaw was locked tight. Every muscle of his body stiff.

“Max?”

“Wait.”

“Max…”

He flipped her over, pinned her hands above her head again, and thrust. Hard. “Forgive me, I can’t stop.”

Daisy wrenched her hands out of his grip and cupped his face. “I never want you to stop.”