Page 153 of Wedlock

“Into your own hands? Mmmmm, that’s something I’d like to see,” I kneel to unbutton her jeans and pull them down slightly to nuzzle just above her pubic bone.

She buries her hands in my hair and pulls my face up.

“Falcon,” she whispers, “I mean it.”

“Wife,” I growl, pulling my head away from her hands and lowering her jeans and panties some more, her smoothly shaven mound before my face, “never fear that I lack the desire to consummate our union. For some time now I’ve reminisced over the nights I carried you from the dining room and ravished you.”

“You have?” She breathes, her words coming out a little breathless as I lick her cleft, but don’t part her legs, pausing to look back up at her flushed face.

“Yes, and it occurs to me, shamefully, that we’ve left a great deal of exploration and pleasure on the table, so to speak, had I taken my time.”

“I see,” she squeaks as I push her backwards onto the bed and pull her jeans off with one quick movement.

“Do you?” I smirk at her as I drop my pants, her eyes widening slightly as she looks down.

“I do,” she giggles.

I return her grin and lower myself to the bed so I’m resting above her, my elbows taking my weight as she wraps her legs around my waist.

“But, you see, Lord Dragonspur,” she says as she bites my ear, hard, and wriggles beneath me, “I too have considered how you used to carry me from the dining room and ravish me.”

“You have?” I groan, my self-control slipping as she positions her body so my tip is on the outside of her wet centre as she slides back and forwards, teasing, taunting.

“Oh, yes,” she says, looking into my eyes as she swivels her hip and grips my ass, sliding me into her warm body, her nails digging into me as she urges me deeper.

I grit my teeth and shudder at the exquisite sensation.

“And,” she goes on, her voice husky, eyes deep purple with desire, just as I’d remembered them. “I’d like to explore if my memories are accurate, because, if so, I have no desire to consummate in any other way.”

I close my eyes, every nerve ending in my body tingling at once again being enclosed in her soft body as, groaning, I give myself up to her urging.

‘Fuck it. There’ll be time for exploration later.

“Ravishment it is then, Lady Dragonspur.”

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Lying in his arms, drenched in sweat, my body feeling like jelly, I run my fingers up and down the length of his arm where it lies draped across my breasts, and smile.

“Are you grinning, Lady Dragonspur?” He chuckles, tightening his arm around me.

“Why yes, Lord Dragonspur, I believe I am.”

“And do you concede you had no idea what I was thinking as I crossed the threshold with you in my arms?”

“I concede you’ve surprised me and delighted me, and satisfied me beyond anything I could have imagined,” I laugh quietly,“and that my memories of after-dinner ravishment were accurate.”

“Indeed,” he laughs as he kisses me on the forehead, “and here I was trying to be a gentleman and take things slowly, unaware that my wife’s memories of those halcyon evenings were on par with my own, and thatIshould be the one being overpowered.”

“Hardly,” I laugh, “I didn’t see you putting up any fight.”

“If it’s a struggle you want,” he grins, “I’m sure that can be arranged.”

“No,” I sigh, “we’ve had enough struggles. Speaking of, I know I’m right in assuming you were thinking of Jag when you carried me up the steps.”

“And wereyou?” He asks now, his voice low and leaching concern.

“No, you don’t have to ever trouble yourself about that,” I roll over so our faces are inches apart. “But it does bother me that I was the cause of your friendship disintegrating. He’s been a good friend to me, to us. He still is. And don’t think I didn’t file it away for future reference when you said he had something to do for you.”