Judith was glorious when she came, her eyes rolling back in exquisite agony, her mouth open in a silent scream. It was a sight he could never imagine tiring of. Piers watched her float back to earth after her climax as he undressed. He was so hard, so desperate to be inside her, it was a miracle he hadn’t spent himself already.
When he’d divested himself of every article, he returned to the settee and pulled his petite wife onto him, straddling him as she had earlier. Piers reached between their bodies and guided his cock inside her.
Her eyes widened. “Like this?” she asked him with an awestruck tone.
God, yes, like this. Like he’d dreamed of it at night for the last four years. Like he’d imagined it in far too many waking moments. He gritted his teeth and nodded, incapable of speech just then.
Judith braced her arms on his shoulders and lowered onto him slowly. She was so wet, so ready for him, even his girth seemed to give her no problems this time as she stretched to accommodate him. After a moment, she’d dropped all the way onto him, taking him fully inside. Piers groaned in delicious agony at the tight fit. He’d never even attempted such a thing before, sure she couldn’t possibly adjust to his size.
“ You’re all right?” he somehow managed to ask.
She didn’t answer. Not with words, at least. Instead, she began to move over him, lifting and dropping her hips in a rhythm all her own, much as she’d done earlier when he’d fingered her. With each movement, her full breasts jostled and shook. He allowed his eyes to feast on them, using his hands to steady her hips.
After a few minutes of moving at her pace, reveling in the tiny sounds she made with each bounce, Piers couldn’t handle it any longer. He tightened his hold on her hips and pressed her down hard against his cock, grinding her pelvis against his and holding her there for a long moment before rocking her back and forth over him.
Judith let out a broken moan at the pressure against her clitoris. She was close to coming for him. Her eyes had taken on that faraway look again. Piers released her hips to let her resume her ride to completion, turning his focus instead to those rock-hard, distended nipples. He took one lively breast in each hand, gently pulling and pinching at will.
The faster she rode him, the more vigorously he attended to her nipples. The more force he used, the tighter the walls of her sex gripped his cock.
In no time, she was shuddering around him. It was the most intense, exquisite torture he’d ever experienced. Then his ballocks tightened and the dam burst, and he emptied himself inside her with a shout as she slowed atop him, then came to a stop.
Judith rested her head against his shoulder as they both fought for air.
When he regained the ability to think, Piers brushed her brown curls off her forehead then lifted her off his softening cock, resettling her on his lap. “You’re all right?” he asked again. “I didn’t hurt you too badly?”
She looked up at him with those intense eyes. “Hurt me? Piers, that was the most wonderful thing I’ve ever experienced. I didn’t know-”
But she broke off and looked away. A furious blush took over her features. How she could possibly turn shy on him after what they’d just shared, he’d never understand. Still, it only made him want her more. Already, he was hardening again. He’d have to resist, though. Her body certainly couldn’t take another assault like he’d just delivered her. Not so soon.
Piers reached out and turned her chin toward him, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Didn’t know what?”
Judith’s tongue darted out and wet her lips again, drawing his eye to her trembling lower lip. He steeled himself against the lust for his wife that was fighting for dominance. She didn’t need any more of his lust right now. She needed his love.
After a long moment, she took a breath. “Mother told me that bedding wouldn’t hurt too much after the first time. She said as long as I would simply lie still, you would take care of your business quickly and it would be over, and I wouldn’t have to suffer overmuch.” She studied her hands, folded neatly in her lap, refusing to look up at him. “The first time did hurt, rather a lot, and I dreaded doing anything that would cause more pain like that. So I’ve done what she told me all this time, never thinking she could have been wrong. I–I didn’t know it could be so pleasurable and lovely.”
Piers cursed himself. “Christ, love, I’m so sorry.” He’s like to have a word with her mother, too, but nothing could change the past. Damnation, he should have controlled himself better on their wedding night-should have taken the time to prepare her for their lovemaking like he had tonight.
Four years. Four years of nights spent relieving himself with his hand while imagining her body around him. Four years of trying agonizingly hard not to hurt her when he attempted to beget his heir. All of them wasted.
He tipped her chin up and kissed her tenderly. “This was good for you, then? You don’t despise me for what I’ve done?”
A ferocious blush stained her cheeks, but she met his gaze. “I’ve always loved you. I could never despise you, Piers. I just didn’t know you wanted me like that.”
Like that and so many other ways. All those nights spent tossing in his bed had allowed his imagination far too much free time to run rampant, concocting manners in which he wanted her. It had often left him with scarcely any time to sleep. He’d only trusted himself to go to her bed on those nights he wasn’t already mad with need before approaching her. Most of his nights had been spent with the door to her chamber locked so he couldn’t risk hurting her.
Judith trailed her fingertips over the contours of his chest, tracing the paths of his toned form. The gentle, tickling pressure sent blood rushing straight to his cock.
He pressed his hand over hers, stilling her movements. “If you don’t stop that, love, and soon, you’ll find yourself bent over the railing there being rutted like an animal from behind.”
Piers had meant his words as an admonishment, but Judith’s eyes widened with curiosity before darkening with passion. Good God. She was quickly becoming quite the wanton.
“ Really? From behind?” She freed her hand from his grasp and resumed her torturous teasing.
“ Don’t test me, Judith. Don’t try my patience.”
A seductive smile, the likes of which he’d never seen on her before soon covered her features. “I’d rather test your endurance.”