Ready to take Annie to the next level of pleasure, he moved his attention to her mound.
Parting the folds, he licked and kissed the heart of her stimulus, bringing her to new heights. In their previous sensual encounter, he had brought her to ecstasy with his hand. Now his mouth was doing the wicked deed, and it felt bloody brilliant.
Anne soared, rising to the now-familiar climax that Alex had so cleverly brought to her world once before. As she rode the wave of delight to it's conclusion, she sensed there was more to it than this. That, maybe, just maybe, there was more pleasure to be found. She was right.
But first, a warning.
“Anne, honey, this will be slightly painful, but brief, so you might want to hold tight to me.”
Living in a haze of sensuality, Anne did not care if the British Cavalry was about to invade and cut their heads off. She gave no response, but for the foggy-eyed, blissful expression. Alex took that as a good sign.
He prepared his entry by angling his hips. Slowly, almost painfully, he entered her. While her folds were wet, they were also tight.
Anne winced and he could tell the fog had temporarily lifted. He proceeded slowly, pressing himself inch by inch until he was almost fully sheathed.
He kissed her long and hard, his tongue trying to soothe a pain he was inflicting with another part of his body.
Alex plunged and he felt Anne shudder.
“Ouch.”
Alex held still as he waited for Anne to tell him to get off her or yell at him. Instead, she laughed. It was the most magical thing Alex ever heard. He stared at her quizzically.
“That hurt,” she elaborated.
“Sorry.”
She shrugged, “We are married now, it was bound to happen sooner or later.”
That set him off laughing and once again, they were at ease with each other.
But the laughter eventually died and the passion surfaced to the forefront again. He reminded himself where he was. That made him more aroused.
He moved. Slowly at first, then faster, creating a friction that was a paradise for both of them. She listened to the rhythm of his body and joined in the song, moving her own in accompaniment.
Alex thought he might die at any moment, and Anne's name came out like a death-bed prayer on his lips.
It was too much, it felt too good, and they knew it wouldn't last. The song grew louder, until they were both deaf to other sounds around them. Alex plunged one final time, pulsing his seed into Anne, as she felt the last ripples of her climax.
She held tight to him as he collapsed against her in spent ecstasy.
He was not sure, but he thought she yelled his name as her pleasure overtook her. And that made him smile. In that moment, he was truly happy.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“Just before I left for England to get my affairs in order, your mother gave me the greatest gift. She gave me herself.”
Anne and Alex lay wrapped in each other's arms and neither spoke for a good ten minutes. They were too busy lounging in the warmth of their love.
All of Anne's doubts about her husband dissolved and she tingled in his embrace.
“That was....um...,” Anne blushed, not knowing how to voice her pleasure.
He laughed, “Yes? You weren’t so shy a few minutes ago.”
Blushing again, Anne snuggled closer and decided to leave it alone.
Alex inhaled his wife's scent on his skin, savored the taste of her on his lips. That
alone made him want her all over again.
Extricating himself reluctantly from her arms, he made his way to the table, blowing
out candles as he went. He picked up the half-full bottle of wine, and brought it back to
the bed. Tilting the bottle to his lips, he drank thirstily, then offered his bride some.
With naked desire in her eyes, she drank from the bottle, running her tongue on the neck.
When it was evident that he found that completely arousing, she keeled on the edge of the
bed. Touching his belly with her finger, she slid the tip up to his chest. Her tongue
followed the same path as her finger had a moment ago. Then she stood, reversing their
positions.
She walked him backwards until his knees touched the edge of the bed. Then she
gently laid her hands on his shoulders and forced him into a sitting position.
He happily let her take control.
She began loving his body with her hands and her mouth, giving him a pleasure, a
sense of true fulfillment, he had never found. He went out of his mind with longing
when she licked him like she had the wine bottle. But when she abruptly stood up and
straddled him, taking him in her body all at once, he went insane.
Her name on his lips in rapture, they loved passionately until both of them erupted
into ecstasy.
They loved once more a short time later. Taking his time, he explored every part of
her body, memorizing it, scarcely believing he had the rest of his life to do so.
A while later she slept as he watched her. She was so peaceful. Touching her cheek
softly, he heard her sigh in her sleep and his heart jumped. Her lips, a constant
temptation, now lay curved in contentment. Caramel strands curled around her face,
tousled from his attentions. A sudden desire to stay in this cabin forever flowed over
him, startling him. No woman had ever claimed him so thoroughly. An emotion he
couldn't name stirred in his heart as he drifted to sleep in his wife's arms, sure he had
convinced her of his undying devotion to her satisfaction.
*******
Sometime during the night, Alex had woke to the sensation of soft lips on his back.
Moaning, he had rolled over and claimed that mouth in a searing kiss, wrapping Anne's
legs around him as he entered her. Their loving was fierce, quick, and all-too-satisfying.
Breathing heavily, he rolled off her and onto his back, pulling her in the crook of his arm.
Sleep claimed him quickly but Anne lay breathless for sometime, caught off guard by
the passion her husband brought out of her. Unwilling to over think the chemistry they
shared, Anne drifted off once again.
Sunlight drifted through the cabin, awaking the newlyweds. Alex rose and stretched,
a deep satisfaction settling in his bones. Reluctantly, he nudged his sleeping bride.
Although they were technically on their honeymoon, Alex did have business to attend to
and, more practically, he had no breakfast to feed his wife.
Anne awoke to the sweetest soreness she had ever felt. Muscles she never knew
existed ached with deep satisfaction at having been finally used. Stretching, she sighed
happily and smiled at her husband.
“Good morning,” the smile on his face and twinkle in his eye were enough to turn
Anne's smile from friendly to sensual.
Leaning over the bed, he pulled her close and kissed her smile thoroughly, loath to
pull away. But extricate himself he did and helped his wife dress. When they were as
put together as they could hope to be without the assistance of a maid or valet, they
walked hand-in-hand outside. The horses from the night before were gone and replaced
with a fresh horse and open carriage.
Alex assisted Anne up and climbed in after her, taking the reigns and driving his new
wife home. Little was said as they made their way back to the main house but lustful
glances were stolen and legs rubbed together suggestively.
All too quickly the drive was over as they crept through the door and up to their
bedchamber before anyone noticed they were back. Luckily, the house was still. When
Alex suggested a bath, Anne had no idea what he
really had in mind. What started out as
a means to get clean turned into a slow, tortuous exercise in lust management. Anne
sighed impatiently as Alex dipped the soap between her thighs, soaping one leg, then the
other. He laughed at her eagerness and she slapped him playfully with the soapy water.
Then it was her turn to exact revenge as she sat behind him in the tub and drew
circles over his hard back and shoulders. When neither could stand it anymore, he lifted
her out of the tub and threw her on the bed, covering her quickly with his hot, wet, body.
Tongue roving, he licked her skin dry only to see the bathwater replaced by sweat.
The heat of her skin emanating from her enveloped him in velvety blanket. Boldly
claiming her mouth, he swept his tongue into her mouth. She match his thrusting tongue
with her own, seeking for control where he would dominate, knowing she didn't care who
won this sensuous battle.
Fingers entwined, he took her body, hearing her soft whisper so clearly, feeling her feather touch on his skin, smelling her sweetness so distinctly, and tasting her delectable mouth. He was definitely in heaven and never wanted to leave it.
Burying his fingers in her hair, he felt her touch grow bolder, her kisses deeper.
Tugging at his hair, she softly requested he stop. Puzzled, he removed himself from her. As she pushed him on his back, he understood exactly what she wanted.
Kissing every inch of Alex was Anne's pleasure too. He had the sole delight in exploring her thus far and she wanted the chance to learn every detail of his body; everything that turned him on. His desires were her priority; his need, her need. Every moan from him was her victory. She knew when he had reached his breaking point because it was hers too. Alex had given her such ecstasy with his mouth, she only felt obliged to do the same to him. Taking his manhood into her mouth, she was careful not to hurt him.
When she was sure they couldn't take any more of this sweet torture, she finally rose above him, joining their bodies swiftly. Sitting astride him, she locked her fingers with his, steadying herself on this wild ride. Alex groaned as he felt her warmth enfold him, slick with need.
Their loving lasted a few moments more as fulfillment finally claimed them and Anne crashed onto Alex in a satisfied heap.
Anne kissed Alex full on the mouth. He cradled her limp body, responding with all the emotion in his heart. She laid her head on his chest and he reassured her with gentle kisses on the top of her head. When her breathing became even, he softly laid her next to him on the bed.
Two hours later, Anne awoke to the feel of Alex's mouth on her body. He was kissing her back, her shoulders, her neck. She moved to turn to face him, but he held her fast, lavishing her body with kisses. This time, he was her master and she could only be his willing slave.
His touch was incredible and, in moments, he had brought her to orgasm with only is fingers. He kissed and touched her everywhere, turning her body at his sensual whims.
He finally took her, ending the torture, ensuring a delicious climax for her.
His own end came in a flood of satisfaction that surged throughout his body.
*******
Alex awoke to the soft sounds of Anne shuffling about the room. He lay amongst the
pillows for a moment, admiring his wife's form clad only in his discarded shirt. It was
well past noon and his stomach growled, letting him know that more practical needs
needed to be addressed. Tossing aside the covers, he padded up to his wife, encircling
her from behind. Kissing her neck, she molded into his arms, her hips grinding in
instinct. He moaned but pulled back as his stomach growled again.
“Sorry, love, but even you can't keep me from food forever,” he laughed and she
swatted him playfully on the arm.
She bathed alone and dressed quickly, with Alex following shortly after. Their
appearance at the lunch table delighted their house guests and another round of toasts
went to the happy couple.
Blushing, Anne took her seat at the table with assistance from her husband and
sampled a little bit of everything offered on the table. Surprised by her ravenous state,
she cleaned her plate and happily asked for seconds.
Alex tried to be a polite host and not stare at his wife the entire meal, but he found it
difficult. Her beauty shone and he couldn't hide his smile, no matter how much he
tried.
At Anne's left, Jack was lost in contemplation. His brother was still missing. As
happy as he was for his friends, he needed to do something fast. With the wedding ball
approaching, he had no time to confer with Alex or Charles about his worry. And he
couldn't help but notice that Charles was suddenly quiet, stealing furtive glances at Ava,
Alex's cousin. He didn't know what was going on between them, but both of his
friends needed to get their heads together and help him get his brother back before it
was too late.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“My love for her was greater than anything.”
The next week passed quickly and sensually for Anne. Alex had to attend to business all day but, the second dinner was over, he became hers again. The nights passed in a blur of passion.
One day, Anne decided to tempt Alex away from work. Leaving him a note that evening that she would be swimming in the waterfall just before dinner, she jaunted off by herself, knowing he wouldn't be able to sneak a peak. When she was certain Alex was watching her from his office window, she undressed and slowly lowered herself into the waterfall. The sun was setting and the red rays cast a beautiful glow on the house and surrounding beach.
Alex, indeed spotted his wife undressing by the waterfall. Her curves beckoning him, his body reacted violently to the sight of her wet body. How he wanted to join her there. To bathe with her, to feel her slick curves in his hand, to catch the water sluicing off her breast in his mouth. He groaned again. She is torturing me on purpose. Alex left the window to try and focus on his work but with his wife's naked body fresh in his mind, he could hardly be blamed for a little evening interlude.
Anne swam over to the rocks and turned to rest against them. Alex had left the window but he hadn't left the house. Having this passion for him frightened her and she wasn't sure what to do with all these new feelings.
The question of what was in Alex’s heart suddenly weighed heavily on her. The heat between them was undeniable but this other connection she felt for him was something else entirely. Recalling the tentative friendship the had forged in London, the niceties he had bestowed upon her, the care he took with her in bed. All of these things combined to worry her a great deal. If she wasn't careful, she would end up falling for this man. If she only knew how he felt about her, she would be willing to explore these feelings. Until then, she had to be on alert.
A few minutes later, she heard footsteps approaching the waterfall. She assumed it was Alex. And there he was, looking down at her.
“Pleasant thoughts?” He asked lazily. His gaze dropped lower and his eyes slid over her naked body beneath the water.
She protested in mock horror. “Please leave me at once so that I may bathe in peace.”
“Don’t bother, I’m coming in.”
Anne pretended to be outraged as he threw his clothing off quickly. He was beautiful. Sculpted muscles on his arms and chest flowed nicely to a lean torso and strong thighs. Since they had been in Colinas Verdes, see had seen the hue of his skin turn tan.
She couldn’t even draw breath. Before she could utter a word, he jumped right into the water.
“I need a bath. Besides, you ought to be more careful. I can see you from my office window, so there is no telling whom else might see you,” he warned.
“Have you been spyi
ng on me? Because I thought I was quite alone here,” the look in her eyes belying the stern words.
“Spying? No. Your obvious invitation was too much to resist.”
“So, you did read my note?” She asked, inching toward him in the water, a tantalizing
smile plastered on her face.
He nodded.
“Well, if someone might see us, I should dress, then,” she teased again, “Please turn around so I may at least cover myself.” She sounded like the bloody Queen of Sheba.
“No, we'll stay,” he demanded softly.
Pleased with his request, she stilled, knowing she couldn’t nor wouldn't refuse him. Not in this request, not ever. He wanted her. She saw the desire in his eyes.
He swam to her and backed her against the rocks.
“I want you,” he declared simply.
She hitched a brow, “That's it? No words of undying devotion?”
Behind Your Eyes Page 11