Page 71 of Her Beautiful Bastard
She gasped, her face flaming hot with equal parts shame and shock. “Sinclair!”
His name crescendoed on a cry as his first finger probed her second passage, gently circling it at first, then breaching the tight hole. The foreign pleasure felt wrong and utterly filthy, but oh, so right in the pleasure it shot through her, combining with the slow slide of his cock inside her to send her spiraling toward climax. It shocked her how much she liked it, his invasion of a place that seemed so taboo, so off limits. For all the things she’d been taught about intercourse, this was the one thing that had been left out.
“More?” he asked, his own voice growing strained, as if he hurtled toward his end as quickly as she did.
“Yes!” she cried out, no longer caring to think about what might be right or wrong, or forbidden. Nothing could be forbidden with him, this man who loved her so well.
He obliged her, sinking his finger in deep, probing, finding a place that triggered the spasm of her core around him in climax. She went limp against him, her hoarse cries echoing through the night as the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced went through her, knocking the air from her lungs and causing the edges of her vision to grow hazy.
Sinclair followed her, and for the first time since the night she’d offered him her maidenhead, he did not pull away. He no longer needed to. With a guttural groan, he seated himself fully inside her and released, his seed bathing her insides in a warm rush.
She sighed at the feel of it, warm and slick in the place she wanted it most. Smiling against the fabric of his coat, she thought of his seed taking root, of their coupling eventually resulting in new life. It was her deepest desire now that the thing she’d most wanted had been given to her. She had Sinclair for her husband, and now, she wanted more. She wanted the family they’d both dreamt of, wanted to be the one to give him the children he’d longed for.
After, they simply sat there for a time, catching their breaths. Sinclair withdrew both his finger and his cock from inside her, letting her skirts fall over her as much as possible. He swiftly buttoned his fall, then leaned back against the trunk of the tree, satisfaction relaxing his features and making his eyelids heavy.
“That … was everything I always knew it would be,” he said with a little laugh. “I fantasized about it often, you know … pulling up your skirts in that tree and having my way with you.”
“Yes, well, I hardly thought it would be possible,” she admitted. “So, thank you for a most thorough demonstration.”
He lifted his sleepy eyes to hers and grinned. “Oh, I look forward to demonstrating plenty of things to you now that we are wed.”
A little shiver ran down her spine as she thought of the way he’d just breached her back passage with his finger, that delicious feeling of both embarrassment and lust making her cunt throb for him again.
After a short time for Sinclair to finish gathering his bearings, they descended from the tree, Lydia first, then him. Once on the ground, he helped her back into her slippers, then took her hand to lead her back to the house.
“It has been nice, seeing Buckton so full of people,” he remarked as they walked, taking their time along the path leading away from the groves. “People I actually like, anyway.”
She smiled, giving his hand a squeeze. “They like you, too. Michael, especially. I think he’s been waiting for the day I find a suitable husband so that there can be more men in the family. Mother is quite fond of you. Oh, and it is nice to see Henry getting on so well with my nieces and nephews. He’s seemed so happy since they arrived.”
“Yes, they get on well, and I am glad,” he agreed. “I feel as if I’ve gained so much by marrying you. You’ve not only given me yourself, but also an entire family. I hardly feel as if I’ve given you enough in return.”
She halted, her grip on his hand drawing him up short. “What a thing for you to say! Of course you’ve given me as much as I have you. Perhaps even more so.”
He faced her with a sheepish smile and a shrug. “Have I upset you already? Wed less than a day, and I am already in trouble.”
She scoffed. “Don’t be silly. Of course I am not upset. I only want you to understand that I feel as if I’ve gained the entire world by marrying you. Do not diminish that ever again.”
Inclining his head, he acquiesced. “Yes, of course, my dear. Did I say that well enough? Michael insisted it was the best way to keep you happy with me. ‘Yes, of course, my dear’.”
Lydia made a face at him, wrinkling her nose. “Oh, I am going to have a word with him first thing—”
Sinclair drew her to him abruptly, silencing her with a kiss. He kept a hand firm at the small of her back, bending her over a bit until she felt off balance and dizzy as she had in the tree. By the time he’d finished with her, she could hardly think, having forgotten what she’d been about to take him to task over already.
“Hm, I did not think that would work, but Michael was right about that, too,” Sinclair quipped. “Quite effective in silencing a wife.”
Lydia stamped one foot, hands braced upon her hips. “Is it a silent wife you want, then?”
He took her in his arms again and kissed her, short and sweet. “Of course not, Mrs. Clayton. I quite love the sound of your sweet little voice, and your loud laughter, and your passionate moans most of all.”
Her heart fluttered at the sound of her new name falling from his lips. “Call me that again. Mrs. Clayton … I quite liked it.”
With a grin, he bent his head to kiss her cheek. “Mrs. Clayton. Yes, it does have a nice ring to it. Shall we go to bed now, Mrs. Clayton? I can think of a few more things I’d like to … show you.”
“The last one there must stoke the fire,” she declared before taking off at a run toward the house.
Sinclair’s shout of dismay rang out through the night, followed by his laughter as he gave chase. Buckton loomed before her, growing closer by the second, her home. And just then, the pounding of her heart had little to do with how swiftly she ran, laughter spilling from her lips. It had everything to do with the thrill of a new adventure, of the life spread out before her with Sinclair.
And so, Lydia decided that dreams were not so foolish, after all. They were not to be shoved aside and forgotten. They were to be cherished and nurtured … because, eventually, somehow, they found a way to come true.