Page 89 of Treating a Sinful Earl

In the silence, Jasper began to slowly undress her and all at once, the pounding of her heart ceased. She felt entirely safe in his company. And even when she was in a state of full undress, her husband’s eyes upon her body, she did not feel afraid. She felt entirely safe.

Catherine began to slowly undress her husband, her skirts lying down at her feet. As she exposed his bare chest, she admired his taut muscles and placed her warm hands upon them. Jasper closed his eyes in ecstasy. Boldness overtook her, and she came closer, placing her lips upon his strong neck. Her husband moaned, then grabbed her hair and pulled her back.

“I am sorry,” he said. “Was that too forceful?”

“No,” she breathed, enjoying the sensation of it.

Next, he was the one to bring his lips to her neck, and she closed her eyes, her mouth slightly open. Catherine felt a dampness form between her legs. This was now a familiar sensation that was aroused by her husband. He brought his hand down, placing it between her legs and feeling the dampness. She instinctively brought her hand to his trousers to feel his firmness. He was rock solid, and Catherine could not help but undo his trousers, setting his manhood free.

Jasper was a large man, and that fear returned. He took her hand and placed it upon his manhood. “This is just me. There is nothing to fear.”

Just then, Jasper took her in his arms and placed her upon the bed. They were both entirely bare now, and Jasper brought his lips to her lower stomach, slowly kissing her entire torso from bottom to top. He finally arrived at her lips, and Catherine grasped his head, bringing her hands into his hair.

“I might cry out,” Catherine said breathlessly, as he positioned himself between her legs.

“I hope that you will,” he said darkly.

It was all softness until Jasper thrust himself inside of her. The pain was striking and brief, but once it was done, he began to slowly push and pull himself inside of her. The sensation was so extraordinary, Catherine heard herself moan again and again. He was so deep within her, and everything about it felt completely right. She could not help but claw his back, willing him to continue.

“Oh, Catherine,” he said, his voice strangled.

“My love,” slipped from her lips.

His pace grew more feverish, and soon Jasper was thrusting into her with force. She screamed again and again from pleasure, and Jasper continued, consuming her neck as he did so. This continued for some time before he called out in torture, emptying himself inside of her as Catherine felt herself filled with him. All of him.

He collapsed upon her chest. Their sweat intermingled as she continued to hold him tightly. He was breathing heavily, and she stared up at the ceiling, wondering if this dream of pleasure could be something that she would anticipate every evening. Surely, she could, for it was her husband who lay in her arms at that moment. She wished to never let him go.

After heaven knows how long, he finally pulled out of her, gazing into her eyes. There was something impossibly charming about how sleepy he looked.

“Again?” Catherine asked.

Jasper smiled. “Yes, my love.

THE END