CLOSER THAN EVER
Later, when the dinner was over, Amabel went upstairs.
The door to their bedchamber was open, the rushes fresh, the fire high.
“Broderick,” she whispered.
He pushed her back against the pillar and his mouth explored hers. Wet and hungry, his tongue licked her lip, tasting her. She pushed her head back to let him further in, nipping at his tongue to encourage him to continue.
She heard him moan.
“Amabel.”
He brushed aside her headdress and wove his fingers into her hair.. She had discarded her headdress and it hung long and loose and free about her body, down to her thigh.
She could feel his hand stroke her throat. His fingers were ticklish, and she leaned back, stifling a giggle against him mouth. They felt like the tiny feet of creatures running across her skin.
He sighed and moved back. His eyes, when they looked at her, were blurry with longing as her own doubtless were.
She smiled. She felt him tugging at the fastenings in the back of her gown and turned around playfully, raising her long hair for him.
“Amabel.” he whispered in wonder and she sighed.
He moved the gown back from her shoulders, gently letting it slide forward. She felt it fall from her breasts. His hands moved down. She leaned against him as he cupped her breast in a hand. He squeezed it gently, then teased the nipple out, tugging at it. She felt the touch all the way inside her, aching in her belly.
His other hand stroked her waist. She felt the touch move lower, drifting down, maddeningly down, making her giggle and shudder.
“Broderick.”
He whispered into her hair. “What?”
She giggled.
Without warning, he moved, stepping around her and gathering her into his arms. He lifted her and dropped her neatly onto the bed. She lay back.
“Broderick.”
He looked down at her. She was so beautiful. She was lying on her back, the firelight playing over her curves and shining like polished gems off her skin. He could have looked at her all day. The rise of her breasts, the curve of her waist, her thighs and the shape between them.
He joined her on the bed. His hands ran down her body, stroking her. She moaned. The sound set a fire inside him. He wanted her. Wanted everything about her. Wanted her arms around him and her mouth on his and her body against him.
He stroked lower, holding his breath as his fingers slid between her thighs. Her eyes flew open. He smiled.
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
Gently, he slid his hand between the warm skin, feeling the musky damp of her. He moaned. His body was shivering now, great uncontrollable spasms that he knew meant he would spill his seed soon. He bit his lip. He was going to do this slowly.
He moved his hand, stroking her. He could feel the warm, hard nodule in the silk and he noticed with wonder that his fingers slipped over it. She was so ready.
He sat back. Still looking at her, he quickly undressed.
She watched him. He saw her eyes widen and then close again. He came to join her on the bed.
“I'll not hurt you, lass,” he said gently.
She smiled.
“I trust you.”
He bit his lip. His chest ached. She trusted him. He was not at all sure that he deserved that trust. All he knew was that now that he had it, he would do his level best to never break it. Ever.
He bent and kissed her. Slowly. He swiveled so his body was beside hers.
Very gently, he rubbed his body against hers, feeling jolts of fire through him as his manhood traced her skin. He was shaking again, shivers that racked him. He leaned forward and gently eased her knees apart.
“Yes?”
“Broderick. Yes.”
She was looking into his eyes as he moved and, gently, very gently, slid inside her.
His whole body melted in a fire of sensation as he entered her. He breathed out explosively and he heard her moan. The moan ignited him.
Amabel felt herself impossibly full. There was a moment where she felt a sudden pain, but it was not as she had expected. It was a sharp pain, and it was immediately followed by a wonderful feeling of wholeness. Wonderfully complete. She had never felt anything like this before and she moaned and tossed as he drove into her again and again and again, filling her with the fullness that moved inside her, rubbing against her, making her wrap her thighs about him and shiver and judder and shake...
“Oh...oh!”
She cried aloud. Her whole body seemed to be melting, reaching a place of sensation so intense that it could not contain it, but must float, tingling and alive, on a tide of wonder.
A second later, she heard him do the same. He groaned loudly and his whole body went stiff. Then he collapsed.
He was pumping inside her still, weak strokes that served to make her feel fuller.
She sighed and wrapped her arms tight.
Lying with him on her chest, her body warm and happy, she slept.