One Lonely Night (Regency Erotica)

by Catherine Gayle

  He moved his hips, sliding his hardness through her fingers like he did when he was inside her sex. That gave her yet another wicked idea. Breaking off their kiss, she leaned over to the edge of the bed and placed a chaste kiss on the tip.

  “Sweet Jesus,” he moaned. “You don’t have to do that, Vivi.”

  She stopped and pulled back. “Do you not want me to? If you don’t like it, I—”

  “I love it,” he interrupted her. “But I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do, my love.” Tucker strained to get each word out.

  God, he hoped she wouldn’t stop. He’d dreamed of his wife’s luscious lips on his cock for months. But Gideon’s dire warnings had kept ringing in his mind, so he’d never thought to ask it of her. Not even tonight would he have dared.

  Tentatively, Vivi returned her lips to his rod. At first, she just placed little kisses along the length. Even that was enough to rob him of the ability to think clearly. When her tongue darted out and licked a fiery path along the underside, he almost fell over. Some wild, animalistic sound came from him and he feared she would be scared off.

  But then she sucked his head inside her mouth and swirled her tongue over it. Tucker grasped the headboard to keep himself from taking her by the hair and slamming his tool into the moist heat of her mouth over and over again until he spilled himself. She was his wife, for God’s sake. Not a whore.

  After a few moments of her delightful torture, Vivi pulled back. “Teach me,” she plead him. “Show me how to do for you what you did for me.”

  He was dumbfounded by her request. It was as though his fantasies and his reality were becoming one.

  When he didn’t respond, Vivi reached up and took his hand, then guided it to the back of her head. “Please, Tucker. I want to learn.” Her eyes glimmered with desire in the faint moonlight coming in from the windows.

  Then he was lost. “Open for me,” he said, not entirely believing it was happening. She took his head inside again, and he pressed her forward, one blissful inch at a time. When she tongued the underside of his cock again, he threw his head back and groaned, then fisted his hand in her thick, curly hair.

  When he began to withdraw, Tucker moved his free hand to toy with Vivi’s breasts. Each time he thrust back into her mouth, he tweaked a tit, pushing himself just a little deeper than before. When he withdrew, he soothed her bosoms, rubbing with the flat of his palm and putting pressure on her receptive mounds. After a few stabs, she was moaning deep in her throat with each motion. The vibrations around his cock were nearly enough to have him spending himself in her sweet mouth.

  Once he’d worked her into a state of need again, she opened wider for him. His prick was nearly hitting the back of her throat and his ballocks were nearly to her lips, and still she bobbed over him like she loved every moment of it.

  Why on earth had he held himself back all these months? Christ, she was a shameless little vixen. After a few minutes, she was working him like an experienced courtesan. She took his full length into her mouth, sucking as though his cock could somehow provide her with air.

  He pulled out, thinking to fuck her properly before he lost all control, but she sucked one of his gooseberries into her mouth and swirled it with his tongue, and he nearly saw stars. Tucker took her head in both his hands, directing her attentions to just where he wanted them.

  Vivi had the most delightful, adventurous little tongue, and she took his rod in her hands again and continued working him into a frenzy.

  She bit down then, and he nearly spent himself all over her. That was all he could take. If he didn’t get inside her velvet quickly, he wouldn’t make it there at all. Tucker pulled himself away from her pleasurable mouth and climbed onto the bed.

  “Wait,” Vivi said. The tips of her fingertips feathered over his chest as he was coming over her.

  He couldn’t wait. He’d waited too long already. But somehow, he found the fortitude to hold himself back.

  “Can we…can you…?” Vivi bit her lip and he wanted to bite it for her. Tucker imagined she was blushing like a virgin, from her hesitation. “Can you make love to me from behind, like Lord Lipscombe did?”

  God, yes.

  Vivi shocked herself with her question, yet again. When had she discovered this new boldness? She regretted it, too, until Tucker straddled her hips and moved his hands to caress her bosoms again. He was gentle with her, still, yet more insistent than she’d ever experienced before.

  His thumbs brushed over her hardened nipples and her breath caught. “You want me to take you from behind?” Tucker asked. He traced his fingers along the sides of her breasts, leaving a trail of fire behind them. “You’re certain?”

  She couldn’t remember ever being more certain of anything in her life. Spying on the Lipscombes had awakened a curiosity within her she didn’t think she could quench until she’d tried certain things for herself. Vivi nodded, biting down on her lip.

  “Christ in heaven, I’m a fortunate man.”

  In an instant, Tucker had backed off of her and was pulling her into a sitting position. “Turn around, sweet. Get on your hands and knees.” He leapt off the bed and fetched the pillow she’d tossed earlier, then placed it along with another beneath her hips when she was in the position he’d requested.

  Rubbing his hands over her backside, he let out a groan, and the bed dipped as he knelt behind her. “You have the loveliest bum I’ve ever seen. Move your knees apart more for me, my love.”

  When she did, he moved closer behind her and his shaft rubbed against her opening. Tucker gripped her hips and pressed himself inside. Vivi was still so wet from their previous activity that he slid deep within her in moments. He withdrew and thrust in again, deeper still, and she shuddered. He was touching her in places she never knew possible. She felt so full, so stretched, so delightfully wanton.

  As he stroked slowly inside her, Tucker’s hands roamed everywhere—lightly smacking her derrière, moving around to rub her nubbin, scraping his fingernails ever-so-gently against her breasts, tickling against the sensitive flesh in the bend of her elbow. Every touch shot a new surge of pleasure to where they joined.

  Vivi pressed her hips back into him, encouraging him to increase his pace. But he continued his slow assault of her senses, driving her mad with need.

  With each thrust, his ballocks swung forward and pressed against her button.

  She couldn’t take much more of this. Supporting herself with one arm, she moved the other hand down to bring herself to completion.

  “No, my love,” Tucker said, pulling her hand away from her sex.

  “Good God, I need—”

  “I know exactly what you need, Vivi.” He placed her hand back on the bed and drove ever deeper into her body with a grunt. “Trust me to give it to you.”

  Her husband withdrew completely from her body then. She nearly sobbed with her need when he moved away from her.

  Tucker rolled her over so she was facing him and ran his hand up the back of one of her legs, lifting it high in the air. She looked at him questioningly, but let him do as he would. After all, Vivi had asked him to teach her.

  He slid forward until his knees lifted her bum slightly and stretched her lifted leg over his shoulder. Her other leg, he draped over his thigh, pressing it wide with his hand. And then he was inside her again, deeper than ever before and thrusting in a frenzied pace.

  Vivi’s breasts bounced with each movement and his eyes stayed on them. The pressure against her button was enough to send her into madness in short order. When he shifted his position slightly, suddenly he was ramming against some unknown, delightful place in her womb. She cried out with each stab until she fell off the edge of the earth into paradise.

  When her pussy quivered in ecstasy around his cock, Tucker nearly lost his last thread of control. Almost. But not quite.

  Humping her from behind had been exhilarating, but he’d wanted to be deeper with a driving force he couldn’t explain. He’d needed
to touch her special place and wanted to see her eyes when he found it.

  It didn’t hurt that putting her in this position also allowed him to enjoy the performance of her heaving globes. The harder he drove into her, the more active those lovely mounds became.

  Her cries of pleasure almost did him in, as well. For long moments, Vivi called out her release as he thrust into her repeatedly. Eventually, her rich, brown eyes returned to their normal state, only a deeper, intensified version of normal.

  “Touch yourself for me, Vivi.”

  She reached tentative hands to her breasts and started to fondle herself. Which, admittedly, was a lovely sight. But not what he wanted.

  “Your cunny, love. Rub your cunny for me. I want to see you frig yourself until you come again.”

  The little nubbin was swollen and erect, almost like a tiny cock. Tucker held tight to her ankle, pressing her upward leg slightly to the side for a better view as his sweet, little wife masturbated herself in front of him for the second time that night. This time, she was doing it knowingly.

  Vivi locked her gaze on him as she rubbed her button, never looking away. As stimulated as she was, it only took a few strokes before her honeypot was squeezing the life out of him again. This time, he pushed into her one last time and spilled with a shout that could wake half the abbey, filling her tight gash with a massive load.

  When he gathered his wits about him again, Tucker rolled off of her and pulled her back against him, nestling her firm arse against his hips. Vivi fell asleep within moments, and he buried his nose in her hair until he, too, finally dozed.

  He awoke in the morning with his staff risen to full attention, the lips of his wife working hard at lengthening it more than it already was.

  Tucker pulled her to lay on top of him and kissed her. “So did you enjoy our adventures last night then?” he asked with a laugh.

  Vivi squirmed and tried to position herself in a way that her gash could join with his prick, but he wouldn’t let her yet. He kept his hands in place against her hips, locking her where she was.

  She pouted at him. “Clearly, I did.” Finally, she ceased her struggles and traced a finger over his chest. When she brushed over his nipple, it hardened and her eyes widened. She looked up at him with a devilish gleam in her eyes. “Why have we never made love like that before?”

  Tucker put a hand over hers to stop her diversionary tactics and chuckled. “I didn’t want to scare you with my needs. I wanted you to be comfortable with each new step.”

  She tugged her hand, but he wouldn’t release it. Vivi narrowed her eyes at him playfully, then sucked on the nipple she’d just been playing with, rolling it lightly between his teeth.

  He groaned and rolled over, trapping her beneath him. “I take it you’re comfortable.” Then he worked his wife into a frenzy and made love to her again, trying out another position she’d been unfamiliar with up to that point. After all, there were many positions to try, and they wouldn’t be expected down to break their fast for at least an hour.

  How many methods of lovemaking could they test in an hour? Tucker wasn’t sure, but he intended to find out.

  About the Author

  Catherine Gayle has been an avid reader of romance novels (and almost anything else she can legally get her hands on) for as long as she can remember. Her mother might say it started in the womb. When she is not writing or reading, she can often be found buried beneath her sleeping cat or chasing the Nephew Monster.

  Catherine would love to hear from her readers. You can send her an email at catherinegayle.author@gmail.com.

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