Page 93 of Forever You
He kissed down the line of her stomach and settled between her thighs. He lifted one of her knees over his shoulder, and the other, and let his gaze travel the length of her body, to the flushed heave of her chest, the unfocused eyes, the parted mouth.
He lowered his head and worshipped her with his mouth.
His tongue teased her with long, slow strokes and gentle suction at the swollen bud at her centre. His fingers moved within her in the rhythm he had taught her to crave. He loved the taste of her. She was salt and sweet, and her scent drove him mad. Her thighs trembled at his temples, her fingers fisted in his hair and tugged, a low growl escaping him.
She found her pleasure with a broken cry, her thighs clenching around his head, her whole body shaking. He worked her through it, gentling only when the tremors eased, pressing one last soft kiss to the inside of her thigh before he pushed up.
He moved up her body slowly, his length hot and heavy against her hip. He settled over her, braced on his elbows, and found her mouth again. She tasted herself on his lips and made a small, astonished sound, and he could not decide whether to laugh or weep.
“Are you ready?” His voice was strained with the effort of holding back.
Elizabeth lifted her eyes to his, wrapped her legs around his hips, and nodded.
“Yes. Now. Please.”
He positioned himself at her entrance and pressed slowly into her, inch by careful inch. She was tight, hot, perfect. He watched her face for any sign of pain, and when her breath hitched and her brow tightened, he paused. He kissed her mouth, then her temple, and held there with his whole frame strung tight in the effort of stillness until thetension in her eased. He pressed forward again, another inch, then another. She shifted beneath him, adjusting, and he slid home.
When he was fully seated within her they both stilled.
Forehead to forehead, breath to breath. He did not move. He could not have moved for all the world. The heat of her, the grip of her, the small adjusting shift of her hips beneath his—he closed his eyes and breathed through it. He felt her breath on his mouth, and knew he would never again be the man he had been one minute ago.
“Elizabeth—” His voice cracked. “God, you are everything.”
Her legs tightened around his hips and her palms flattened against his shoulder blades.
“Move,” she whispered. “I want to feel all of you.”
He did, slowly at first. Long strokes, deep and measured, letting her learn him. Pleasure built up inside him, and he forced himself to ignore it. Her breath came faster beneath him, her nails biting into his shoulders. Small, helpless sounds escaped her with each thrust, and each sound undid him by fractions.
He shifted his angle, found the place inside her that drew a sharper cry from her throat, and held there, moving carefully, her whole body arching to meet him. Their rhythm deepened. Her eyes never left his, and his never left hers.
He reached between them, his thumb finding the swollen bud and pressing. Elizabeth’s breath broke, her head falling back on the pillow. Her body tightened beneath him, around him, and with a cry she shattered. She clenched around his length so tightly that the stars he had watchedwheel over Pemberley for five-and-thirty years all wheeled at once behind his eyes, and with a deep, guttural groan he followed her. His hips stuttered, jerked, and he spent inside her in hot pulses that seemed to go on, and on, and on.
He collapsed over her, his weight braced carefully on his elbows, his mouth at her hair.
For a long time, neither of them spoke.
He could feel the rise and fall of her breathing slowing. He turned his face into the curls at her temple and held there, his eyes closed, for if he moved, he might weep, and he did not want to embarrass himself.
Eventually, carefully, he lay to her side, settling her against him. He pulled the linen up over both of them.
Her head found the hollow of his shoulder as though it had lived there always.
“I love you.” His mouth was against her hair. “My wife. My Elizabeth. Forever you.”
She tipped her face up and found his mouth with hers, her eyes shining.
“Forever you.”
The End
