Page 37 of A Lyon in Waiting
He kissed her mound. “I will not let you.” Then his tongue plunged into those swollen folds, the soft firmness urging her toward euphoria.
“Thad!”
He stood quickly, sliding both arms around the top of her thighs, lifting her. His wiry strength had always astonished Mary. She was not light, but he always lifted her as if she were barely more than one of his hats. He carried her to the bed, letting her ease down on the pillows, his hands tracing over her again, pinching her nipples and massaging the flesh between her thighs with determination and devotion.
Standing up, Thad stripped out of his own clothes, and Mary sighed, then grinned at the sight of his hard cock as it sprang free from his trousers. Thad’s body, with its lean, taut muscles, flat and solid torso, and firm, round buttocks had always captivated her—so different from what she had known before. His movements were efficient and driven, his cock hardening easily. And, to her, it was magnificent, from the glorious reds along its length and tip, to the rigid yet velvety girth when erect.
“Ah,” he whispered. “You like what you see.”
She laughed. “Always. You are beautiful.”
With a mischievous grin, he crawled onto the bed, his arm and legs tight as he held himself over her. “And what do you think I should do with this beauty.”
“Fuck me,” she said, her voice firm. “I need you to fuck me until we both scream to the high heavens.”
His eyes glistened. “No wonder the servants know when we—”
“Fuck me, Thad. Now.” She licked her lower lip. “Please.”
Thad’s expression turned tender. “I will never, ever deny you, my love. Anything.”
And with that, he settled between her legs, guiding the tip of his cock into her cunt, the entrance slow as he spread her, watching her closely as Mary accepted him in, relishing the pressure, the momentary discomfort, the growing pleasure as he penetrated deep. He never, ever looked away from her face as he took her, and in this moment, Mary cherished this more than ever, her fingernails grazing over his back as he thrust into her, slowly at first, then building in speed and depth. She clutched his hair as her peak was building, begging him for more.
Thad shifted abruptly, leaning on one elbow, his other hand cupping her bottom, changing his positions, pulling her tighter into each thrust. Mary’s climax shattered through her as she cried out, clinging to him. After a few more thrusts, Thad groaned, and Mary felt his release as well, the flooding wetness of both of them filling her and overflowing. With a final thrust, he sank into her with a low moan, collapsing, his entire weight pressing her into the bed.
Mary relished this moment, this intimacy, the feel of his body on hers a deep reassurance of his presence, his love. He had been hesitant at first to do this, to—as he put it—squash her—but she had clung to him then as she did now, holding him with all her strength.
“I love you,” she whispered. “I want to give you everything. Every desire.”
After a moment, after he had regained his breath, Thad lifted his head and peered down at her, concern narrowing his eyes. “Are you all right, my love?”
She nodded, brushing his hair away from his face. “I did not know it was possible to care for someone as much as I do you. And you cannot know what it means to me that you have takenme as I am. Taken Mina as your own. But I have always wanted to give you your desires as well.”
He eased out and off of her, settling at her side. He rested one hand on her belly, his thumb stroking the skin. “Mary. Love. You have already—”
“I think I am with child.”
Thad stilled, his gaze frozen on her face. Then, slowly, like a bird spreading its wings to take flight, his hand on her stomach spread, his long fingers covering her almost from hip bone to hip bone. He swallowed hard but remained silent.
“I have only missed one month of my courses. But I feel as I did with Mina, which means I may be sick in the mornings. I did not want you to—”
He kissed her, as thoroughly and passionately as he ever had, lips firm, tongue pushing in hard. He folded her into his arms, as if trying to press every inch of his body against hers. Not a kiss of desire, not a kiss of arousal. This was a kiss of devotion, gratitude, permanence.
Unable to catch her breath, Mary finally pushed against him, pulling back to whisper, “I cannot breathe.”
Thad laughed, a low, joyous sound. “I have waited for this, for you, for so long.”
Mary stroked his face. “Only a few more months, my love, then you will wait no more.”
He pulled her close once more. “Believe me, it was worth the wait. You are worth the wait.”
