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“To be fair,” she said dreamily, “you succeeded in a way.”

“How so?” he asked, sucking her nipple into his mouth.

Caroline arched her back. “Oh! Well,” she panted. “I did not like that all the new barmaids heard you that time…in the throes of passion,” she admitted. “That sort of thing should be for my ears only.”

Gervaise lifted his head. “Is that so?” he asked. “I think I like the idea of being jealously guarded by my wife,” he said before turning his attention to her other breast.

“This time you must be quieter,” she decided, sinking her fingers into his glossy hair. “Only I should have the privilege of hearing your pleasure.”

This time when he looked up, his gaze was heated. She waited for him to tell her that there was not the smallest chance of their being overheard here, that no one was in the rooms either side of them. Instead, he asked carefully, “You want me to be quiet?” She nodded. “That might be…difficult.”

“You must try very hard, Gervaise,” she answered, tugging lightly at his hair. “If you want to please me.” His eyes turned unfocussed and he gave a short nod and returned to nuzzling her breasts. Good lord, he really did like it when she was authoritative, she thought with gratification.

His increased hardness against her belly was unmistakable, that and the raggedness in his breathing. He liked her to be demanding here too in the bedroom, she realized and filed this away for future consideration. Right now, she had more immediate things on her mind.

His enthusiastic mouthing of her breasts was not enough, even with the added suggestion of teeth. She needed more. Caroline shifted restlessly beneath him, making him hiss. Currently his cock was trapped against her belly. She wanted it lower, significantly lower, where she ached. Could she ask him for that? On second thought maybe it would be better to demand it.

At this point he suddenly shifted down the bed, making her whine with disappointment. Immediately, she missed his weight on top of her. “Gervaise…” she protested, then felt him resettle, his arms wrapped around her thighs, his warm, wet mouth between her legs. “Oh!”

She was not being quiet at all. She waited for him to call her out on her hypocrisy, but he did no such thing, merely applied himself earnestly to the task of driving her out of her right mind. “Oh, Gervaise!” she babbled. “Yes! Oh yes! Don’t stop!”

Nonsensical words fell from her lips that scarcely made sense. She would have thrashed her legs about if he had not got her in such a viselike grip. “S-stop!” she managed to gasp before she lost all ability to speak.

Gervaise lifted his mouth, breathing heavily against her mound. “Stop?” he asked, sounding dazed. “Why?”

“Because…” She gulped, trying to form a coherent sentence. “I want—I want to feel it there. Before, you used your thigh but this time—” She took a deep breath and plunged on. “I want to rub myself against your hard cock.”

Gervaise was very still for a moment. He muttered something against her mound, which sounded like “give me strength,” then hauled himself back up the bed, resettling over her. “Like this?” he rasped, angling his hips, and then moving them so that his shaft dragged over her wet cleft.

“Oh!” Caroline’s eyes closed and she arched up against him, making Gervaise grunt. It felt even better than she had anticipated. “Yes, yes, like that,” she encouraged him. “Keep doing that.” Her ears burned when she heard just how wet she was down there, but it excited rather than shamed her. Like all his efforts, she thought smugly, clamping her thighs about his hips.

Gervaise was groaning now as he labored above her, sliding his hardness over that sensitive nub that made her vision flicker. Over and over. “Fuck, Caroline,” he wheezed. “You’re so fucking wet. I’m going to come.”

“No!” she burst out in a panic, opening her eyes wide.

He froze. “Why the hell not?”

“Because we’re married now. You have to come inside me,” she insisted. He stared down at her, and suddenly Caroline felt herself come apart with a convulsive shudder and a moan, her every limb turning limp as she was bathed in bliss.

The next thing she knew, Gervaise was saying tersely, “Tell me when.”

“When what?” she asked beatifically. Poor Gervaise was not relaxed at all, she realized sympathetically. Even his jaw was tense. She lifted her hand to it in an absent caress.

“When I can come inside you.”

“Oh, anytime now,” she murmured, smiling up at him.

“Now?” he clarified. She gave a sleepy nod, and his fingers were spreading her cleft, lodging the head of his cock there. “Ready?” She nodded and he started to push inside her, his labored breath on her face.

There was a momentary discomfort, a pinching fullness which had him halting, but the sensation had already passed. “No, don’t stop. Carry on,” she assured him and he did not need telling twice. The slow slide continued until she guessed he must be fully lodged inside her. Then he gave a buck of his hips, and she sucked in her breath in shock, realizing there had been a final inch or two. Now she had taken him fully.

“How’s that?” he asked unevenly.

She assessed the situation. “Yes, that is perfectly acceptable.”

He gave a tortured groan and sought out her lips with his own. “Caroline…” He eased back and looked down at her, as though he could not get enough of the sight of her, even though it caused him pain. “I can’t—I can’t hold back much longer,” he said in a choked voice.

“Then don’t,” she answered simply.