Page 125 of The Viscount Always Knocks Twice
Sliding one hand under her, he found her little nubbin. He rubbed it, pressing it against the plunging steel of his rod. Panting, she arched her back, grinding her bottom into his thrusts. He gritted his teeth as his bollocks slapped her dewy lips, harder and harder, pleasure reverberating down his spine.
When he felt the first rippling clench of her release, he hauled her up by the hips, lifting her knees off the ground. He held her aloft, slamming his cock into her spasming sheath in rhythm to her breathless cries. Fire sizzled up his shaft, and he threw back his head, shouting out as he ejaculated. As he poured the hot load of his essence into his wife’s generous keeping.
With a satisfied groan, he flopped onto his back, pulling her atop him. He tucked her head against his chest. Time slipped by unheeded as their heartbeats slowed in languid unison.
Finally, he said with reluctance, “We’d better get dressed before anyone sees us.”
“In a moment.” She lifted her head to look at him. “There’s something I have to tell you first.”
For a man who’d never been able to read women, it never ceased to amaze him how clear her thoughts were to him. From the shy yet eager expression in her eyes, he knew what she was about to say. His heartbeat began to race again.
His throat tight, he said, “Are you… we…?”
She smiled. “There’ll be a new Murray sometime next spring.”
Unable to find words, he kissed her instead. Emotion brimmed between them. When they parted, they were both breathless.
“Are you feeling well? Is there anything I can do—by Jove.” The realization made him jerk upright. “I just dumped my pregnant wife into a trough… made love to her in astable.”
“I know. Wasn’t it tip-top?”
He had no resistance against her flirtatious grin. Against the love and devotion in her eyes, a mirror of his own feelings. Cupping her precious face in his palms, he demanded, “Do you know how much I adore you?”
“I have a pretty good idea, but you can show me again if you want.” Her glowing smile lit his world. “There’s always the new gazebo to break in.”
He laughed. Because life with Violet was an adventure… and always would be.
The End
