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He pulled the fabric down to bare her breasts completely and suckled first one and then the other. “Lovely, my Diana,” he whispered, tracing kisses all over her skin. She smelled of rosewater and tasted like heaven. Her skin was soft and smooth, her breasts pillowy to his touch.

He tugged the flimsy fabric down lower, and she lifted her hips to let him drag it right off her body and leave her naked to his gaze. She had a triangle of blonde curls at the apex of her thighs, and he ran his lips down her belly until he met that nest of curls and breathed in her natural floral scent. When he pressed a kiss to her there, just about where he guessed her clitoris was buried, she gasped and bucked her hips.

Yes! Gleeful as child at Christmas, he used the tip of his tongue to delve for that hidden pearl, splitting her lips and lapping gently.

“Rick!” her strangled gasp, made him look up and smile at her.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Wait, it gets better,” he said, husky voiced. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.” He shifted to kneel between her legs as she obeyed him, and he slid down onto his belly, his legs dangling over the end of the bed, his groin pressed firmly into the mattress, while he settled to the task of licking her into delirium.

She tasted sweet and musky, utterly delicious, her satin lips so soft on his tongue, as his ministrations provoked her flesh to weep in appreciation. She moved her hips up into his touch, the noises she made driving him mad with lust. His hips jerked, making him fuck the mattress, his cock rubbing inside his breeches. He shifted onto his knees to undo his falls and free his cock, while continuing to suckle her flesh and tease her with his tongue. He pushed her knees up and wider, pausing a second to take in the sight with a soft groan. He resumed his licking, his hips working in his crouched position, his cock wobbling stiffly against his belly, his balls pulling tight. Fuck I’m going to explode if I don’t . . .

He paused a moment to breathe and try to get his body under control, and she moved with a restless moan beneath him. “It’s all right sweetheart, I’ve got you . . .” he whispered, renewing his oral assault on her flesh.

Moving his tongue lower, he sought the entrance to her body with it, while his fingers took over teasing the flesh around her pearl in gentle circular motions. His tongue licked and poked at her tender flesh, seeking the place it would open for him, the place he wanted to put his cock, to slide inside her and thrust deeply. To fuck her until they both exploded . . . he groaned with the thought. His tongue pressed, finding her flesh giving way, wet and soft and delicious, letting him push a little deeper as his fingers traced circles that were making her hips roll and causing her to moan and whimper and her hands to clench at the sheets.

“Rick!” Her breathless cry made him lift his head to watch her face as he slid a finger very gently inside her while his other hand continued its steady teasing motion, circles, getting gradually faster and faster, as her breathing, her moans and sighs and gasping groans, got more frantic. That exploratory finger pushed deeper and withdrew, and he added a second one gently, pushing both deeper, and she flung her head back against the pillows, her back arching as she uttered a loud cry and her body shuddered. And he felt her inner muscles clench and ripple on his fingers. Now that was a powerful orgasm. His own body jerked and shuddered in response, and he groaned with her. Yes, sweetheart.

He withdrew his fingers and leaned forward over her, lowering his body in alignment with hers, his quivering cock seeking the entrance to her body like a bullet seeking a target. With his weight on his elbows, he pressed forward until the tip of his cock rested at her entrance, soft, wet, warm flesh beckoning him to thrust. She was barely recovering from the explosion of pleasure he’d just provoked in her body, but his couldn’t wait any longer.

He pressed forward, and after a momentary resistance, her body accommodated him with a gasp and his hips jerked forward in an involuntary hard thrust, burying him to the hilt in paradise. He closed his eyes on a strangled groan and tried to breathe. But his body wasn’t waiting for trivial things like oxygen. His hips took over and thrust and thrust and thrust in a wild orgy of uncontrollable lust, driving him to the edge and over in seconds flat.

“Fuck!” The expletive tore from his throat as his body exploded in pleasure rising with the sap in his cock from his balls and the base of his spine and outwards, tingling all over his skin, down his legs even to the soles of his feet and his scalp. The tremors made him grunt and his body spasm. Eventually, the pleasurable waves dissipated, and his muscles went slack, causing him to collapse forward on top of her.

“Fuck . . .” he breathed out slowly, his cheek coming to rest on the pillow above her head.

She made a noise, and he realized his shoulder was covering her face. With an effort he shifted, rolling sideways off her, bonelessly. “Sorry,” he mumbled. Turning his head with another effort, he said, “Are you all right?”

She nodded. “I think so.” She turned her head to look at him. “Is it supposed to be like that?”

He grinned slowly and then laughed for sheer joy. He felt so very, very good. “I think that is possibly the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life,” he confessed.

“Oh!” She grinned too. “Well, I think that is the only one I’ve had, and it was very nice.”

“Nice? I’ll have to do better than that.” He made an attempt to sit up and gave up. His muscles didn’t want to work. “Just give me a bit of time to recover.”

She giggled. “Oh, it was more than nice, I just don’t know how to describe it. Incredible?”

“That’s better.” He groped for her hand and kissed it.

Chapter 12

Cecey felt like a blancmange, all wobbly and weak. The explosion of pleasure Rick’s touch had provoked in her body had taken all the power out of her muscles. She felt wet and swollen between her legs, and ever so slightly sore. But it had been worth it. His frenzied finish had left her on the cusp of another explosion of pleasure. If he had persisted for just a little longer, she was pretty sure it would have happened, too. But really, how was that possible? The first one had been so intense, so all encompassing, she had felt it in every part of her body.

She would never be the same again.

She was a wife now.

And she had apparently given exceptional pleasure to her husband, without having a clue how. In fact, she had done nothing but lie there and let him do obscenely pleasurable things to her. Including putting himself inside her and thrusting wildly. It was a mystery. How could it feel that good?

She had been aware of the mechanics, but she’d had no clue as to the reality. The pleasure. The satisfaction. Her body felt marvelous.

She watched him, fascinated as he lay on his back with his eyes closed, a ridiculous smile on his face. She had done that.

For the first time, she got an inkling of feminine power. And she had done nothing really, except respond to his touch. Let him do what he wanted to her. And fortunately for her, what he wanted had involved her pleasure. She wasn’t sure that would have happened with anyone else. Certainly not with Bidenden. He hadn’t seemed interested in her pleasure, just his own.

“What did I do?” she asked, wanting to understand.

“Hmm?” He opened his eyes and blinked at her.