Wanton Widows: Three Short Regency Romps Read Free Page B

satisfied
grin. “Now for your turn.”
    He drew her down against him. She felt the
light, springy curls on his chest tickle her breasts before he distracted her with
a kiss.
    He rolled them onto her back and kissed her fiercely
before making her cry out in ecstasy once more. He collapsed onto her with a
groan of completion. “My goddess from above,” he murmured. “I’ve dreamed of
you.”
    Her expectations were more than fulfilled.
    They drew apart. Arabella sighed with
satisfaction and snuggled into his chest, clasped within the circle of his
strong arms. She would stay with him until he fell asleep again.
    When she heard his breathing turn deep and
even, she slipped from his bed and returned to her own room. In a haze of
satiated love, she washed and prepared for bed. Once there, she lay smiling in
the darkness as she relived their lovemaking, but her eyes soon closed.
    Arabella felt she had only been asleep for a
few moments before the mattress sank down, waking her.
    Jerome joined her in bed. “At last.”
    In the dim light of the candle he had placed
on the mantelpiece, she saw his smiling face.
    “God, I want you, Arabella. I’ve waited so
long. I don’t think I could ever get enough of you.”
    He wanted her again! Arabella opened her arms
to him. “Mmm. More.” Arabella thrilled to his touch. He ran his hands over her
silk nightdress, peeling it from her body in a deft movement. And then she was
naked in his arms. He drew her close and kissed her mouth.
    She feathered her fingers down his bare spine
tracing each vertebrae until she reached his firmly-muscled buttocks. She
explored the plains of one cheek then traced a line beneath where his thigh
joined.
    His lips stroked hers while his hands caressed
her body. He broke their kiss to suckle each of her breasts in turn. His tongue
was warm on her nipples. Each hardened in his mouth, sending a shaft of desire
coursing through her belly, coming to rest like a heavy ache between her
thighs.
    His freshly-washed skin smelt of some expensive
fragrance mingled with that of shaving soap. Its warm scent ignited her senses.
    His lips, firm and warm, coaxed hers open. Her
tongue flicked into his mouth to dance with his. He tasted of tooth powder and
lust. She arched closer, intent on showing her love again.
    He sent his hands on a slow quest over her
hips, where he drew swirls, before rounding her plump posterior - where he
gently massaged that muscle. They travelled lower, exploring and moving on. She
whimpered with frustration. His hand cupped her before he touched his goal. So
sensitive. She shivered.
    He kissed down her belly, stopping to flick
his tongue into her naval before resuming his journey. His tongue found her
core and worked its magic, until she bucked on the bed.
    He chuckled, then retraced his path upwards.
    She held his hard cock in her hand, her
fingers playing up and down its shaft. “I want you,” she breathed.
    “Yes.”
    She drew him to her and his rigid cock slid
smoothly into her. Bliss.
    He gave a tentative thrust as he kissed her.
She urged him on into a rhythm that gathered pace with each moan she made. The
slide and suck of their bodies joining, and their harsh breathing, filled the
air.
    They pounded together to climax. Arabella
screeched her release until he swallowed the sound with his mouth on hers,
before he gasped his climax. “I love you,” he growled.
    Breathless, they lay in each other’s arms, his
weight pinning her to the feather down mattress. Arabella smiled into the near
darkness.
    They woke again in the early hours of the morning
to make love again.
     
    It was late morning when Arabella woke to find
Mary shaking her shoulder. She rolled over and stretched. She felt good.
    Fulfilment … at last.
    She smiled in recollection of her husband’s
love-making – his ability to bring her to satisfaction so many times in short
succession thrilled her. Jerome’s performance forecast a happy future together.
She drank the