Touching Theodora again was heaven. Making her come with his mouth a pure delight. He nuzzled between her legs, drinking in his wife’s scent, the flood of moisture on his tongue, and kissed her clitoris hard. “Tighten,” he demanded as soon as he lifted his mouth.

She clamped around his finger, and he thrust inside her with it, noting his bride was panting and her skin was damp with perspiration again. She had her heels dug into the mattress, hands fisted in his sheets, and bucked and shook to his every touch. He withdrew, came up on his knees, and brushed the head of his cock against her parted lips. “Suck.”

Teasing Theodora had quickly become his life’s work. She was bold, uninhibited, and eager for him and new experiences. There was nothing he’d asked for that she’d refused. Not even the slightest hint of hesitation for anything that guaranteed her an orgasm by the end.

As her lips closed around the head of his cock, he thrust forward a short distance. Theodora scrambled, finding a new position to better accommodate his girth in her mouth. So far, they’d used every corner, every post of their new shared apartment at Newberry House in the pursuit of passion this night.

He kept his thrusts short and controlled, biding his time. He’d made Theodora come three times so far since they’d spoken their vows, but he kept his own release at bay. He was having too much fun exciting Theodora.

He was beyond glad they were husband and wife at last. Now he didn’t care if the door opened; if anyone wanted them, they could wait or come in and be shocked.

He drew her dark hair aside, watching his cock disappear into her willing mouth. Despite no longer needing to keep their lovemaking a secret, Theodora remained an unusually quiet bed partner. The way he knew how she felt about him was in the frequency of her orgasms, the dampness between her thighs and the manner she held on to him, pulling him back when he paused to catch his breath.

He was close to orgasm again, so he pulled back and wiped the head of his cock across her damp, pink lips. “You have a talent, my dear.”

“Thank you, husband. You have a talented tongue, too.”

“Shall I prove it again?”

“Not yet,” Theodora collapsed against the headboard, panting, drawing her knees together.

Quinn shifted down the bed, caught her ankles, and tugged her down the mattress until she was flat on her back once more. He flipped her over and crawled until he hovered over her body. “Shall I have you like this next?”

A moan left her mouth, causing him to grin.

“Or shall I have you on your knees?”

She buried her face to muffle her voice as she groaned.

“On your knees it is.”

Quinn caught her hips and brought her up until her bum stuck out. He rained kisses down her spine, feeling her trembling under his touch. “Like this, and fast?”

“Yes,” Theodora whispered.

He grinned at her request. He was already battling his arousal. He’d make Theodora come just once more before he finally let go of his seed inside her.

He slid into her body with a happy groan, and then brought his fingers to her clit. Theodora widened her legs with a contented sigh. “Is there nothing you will not do to torment me?”

“Pleasurable torment, my dear wife. Feeling you come around me is so perfect, it’s a sin.”

She laughed. “I’m feeling very sinful tonight.”

He thrust hard into her and withdrew. “As am I, my love. Let me show you how much.”

He took her hips into his hands and took her hard, fast and deep. His pleasure built too quickly, though, so he stopped moving to tease her clitoris again. “Have you ever done it in a carriage?”

“Never,” she replied, hanging her head as her breaths turned to soft little groans.

“Would you like to go out with me one night? I’m sure we can find some excuse to take a moonlit carriage ride together after the paperwork is done for the day. The sensations caused by the carriage bouncing us against each other will be exquisitely unexpected.”

Theodora jerked and whimpered suddenly, tightening around him as she came.

He grinned. Theodora may not say much in bed, but his whispered suggestions for further pleasures never failed to arouse her. He had shared quite a number of his fantasies tonight, and he was beginning to suspect that, given the right circumstances and privacy, he might just do all of them with her. The only question was finding the time.

When Theodora relaxed a little more, Quinn let himself have all the friction he wanted. He took her hips firmly, and made love to her, only pulling out at the very last moment. He did not want her burdened by a babe just yet, and his seed shot out along Theodora’s slender back in great long streams.

He mumbled out his apologies and hastily cleaned the evidence away.

Theodora collapsed, sprawled out with a huge smile on her face. “After that marathon, don’t ever apologize again.”

Quinn folded to the mattress, keeping close to her side. “I was apologizing for the mess.”

“I didn’t mind.” Her smile was so sincere, he relaxed. She found his hand and kissed it. “It was nice to discover you’re not always in control of yourself.”

“Hardly ever around you.” He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles reverently. He grinned. He enjoyed touching her and being touched, and now they never had to stop. He smoothed her sweat-damp hair from her face and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Ready to go again, love?”

Theodora’s eyes fluttered closed, and she inched closer, seeking more kisses from him. “I’ll need a minute to recover.”

He smiled against her skin and whispered, “I’ll give you forever. Starting now.”

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