Page 55 of Regency in Color

Chapter Seven

Her bedroom seemed too virginal, Mary thought as they crossed the threshold into it. Thomas didn’t glance anywhere, his attention solely on her. Shivers traveled through her, sudden nervousness taking hold. They’d been intimate just once before, however, this felt like the first time. In truth, it was the first time as husband and wife.

All memories of their time on the road to London, dimmed and Mary could barely keep from allowing the weakness in her knees to take over.

“I am very nervous,” she admitted. “Thomas, what if you...”

He kissed Mary, quieting all her doubts especially when he intensified the kiss. The strength and hardness of his chest were so very comforting when he pulled her against it.

His mouth never left hers, Thomas continued pressing kisses across her lips. To her delight his tongue pushed against her mouth, requesting permission and she parted her lips, glad to take it in.

After she wrapped her arms around his neck, she lifted to her toes so to fit better against him. A deep moan seared her senses, the handsome man was all hers to have from that day forward and yet this moment, this one evening, she wanted to freeze in time.

Thomas worked with deft fingers to unfasten the long string of buttons down her back, allowing the cool air to caress her overheated skin.

As the folds of fabric flowed from her shoulders to her waist until finally sliding to a satiny heap around her feet, Thomas touched her skin with featherlike caresses.

She shook with want and still could not bring herself to break the kiss, needing to taste him and capture it forever.

When he broke the kiss and stepped back to remove his coat, she focused solely on him. The sight of his body exposed with each layer of clothing Thomas removed, stole any thought of awkwardness.

He was stunning, broad-shouldered, well-formed wide chest with a flat stomach. His legs were muscular and long, and his sex, most definitely expressing his arousal.

“Goodness,” Mary exclaimed turning away and pressing both hands to her cheeks. “I didn’t mean to stare.”

Thomas came up behind her. “I don’t mind. We are to be lovers for the rest of our lives and should be familiar with each other’s bodies.”

When he turned her back to face him, she smiled up at him. “You are very pleasing to look upon.”

“Thank you,” Thomas gave her a crooked grin. “I assure you to never tire at seeing you bereft of clothing either.”

He lifted her up into his arms and walked to the bed. A bed that seemed much too small for the both of them. Thomas didn’t seem to mind, placing her down and then climbing in next to her.

After pulling her into his arms, once again, he took her mouth. Mary responded to the kiss thoroughly loving the feel of their skin touching. The longer they kissed the harder she pressed against him. Thomas lifted her left leg over his hip pulling her forward, so that their sexes aligned.

The movement of his hips causing their bodies to rub together brought her to dizzying heights. At the same time, every inch of her body grew hotter as the friction of his staff against her sex continued.

“Oh Thomas, please,” she pleaded, needing him to take her fully. The sense of losing control just beyond reach became maddening.

When he reached between them and guided himself to her entrance, she could’ve cried with joy.

With one quick thrust Thomas entered her and then stilled as the action made Mary gasp loudly.

“Move,” Mary demanded. “Hurry.”

His chuckle did nothing to keep her from pulling at his thigh. “Thomas, I mean it.”

The next plunge was hard, filling her completely, then he withdrew and dove in again and again.

As her climax neared, Mary grabbed Thomas’ face and brought his mouth to hers. She kissed him with fervor, needing more contact as her body began to shudder. At the sensation of losing control, she trailed her mouth to his throat and bit at the soft flesh gently.

He continued driving and withdrawing, his movements harder and faster until they were both drenched in sweat. The slickness of their bodies only added to the wonderful joining experience.

“Let go beauty,” Thomas urged.

At the words, Mary’s sex tightened around his staff and she cried out as her release came so hard, she could barely keep from fainting.

Her husband continued his quest. He rolled her onto her back, lifted her hips with both hands and continued to drive. His movements harder and with less control.