Page 45 of Wed By Proxy

“Where are we—?”

He hefted her in the direction of the bed, leaving her in no doubt of their destination. Once he’d dropped her onto the mattress, he started unlacing his crotch. “Take it all off,” he directed, looking her over. “Unless you want it in rags like the last one. I want you naked this time.”

Mathilde bounced up onto her knees and started at her own lacings which were on either side of her bodice. “It would be a shame to tear it,” she gabbled nervously.

He shoved his braies down over his hips and stepped out of them along with his chauses. Naked now, he joined her on the bed, and started helping her lift the dress off. She was actually wearing a shift tonight, so that swiftly followed suit. Once she was naked, he allowed himself a good, long look at her. What he saw took his breath away. “Gods, Mathilde, but you’re beautiful,” he said in a voice so gravelly he barely recognized it as his own. She gave him a wondering look at that. “Lie back.”

She sank back obediently onto the bedcovers, her gaze still holding his, as he stretched out carefully beside her, bracing himself over her so that he did not crush her much smaller body beneath his. Far from looking alarmed at his bulk caging her in, Mathilde smiled trustingly up at him and he felt something between a pang and a tug deep in his chest. His cock lay heavy against her belly, refusing to be ignored, demanding attention. Far from shrinking from it or resenting its impudence, Mathilde reached down to carefully pet his length. “Is this good?” she whispered when he hissed through his teeth.

He gave a short nod. “This is how we should have done it, the other night,” he said hoarsely. “If I’d known you were untouched, I would not have sat you on my cock like that.”

She frowned slightly. “Is that a more advanced position then?”

He blinked down at her. “What?”

“Not for beginners,” she elucidated.

Just then, her thumb stroked him down the ridge of his cockhead, making her words undecipherable to him. He groaned. “Part your legs, love. I want to touch you too.”

At his urging, she drew her knees up and opened herself to his gaze.

He drew a jagged breath. “Gods.”

A rosy blush covered her whole body. “Do you really think—?”

He lifted his head. “What?”

She bit her lip. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Tell me.”

“That I’m — well — beautiful?” Her words were stilted, embarrassed even.

“You’re the loveliest thing I’ve ever seen,” he answered promptly.

Her mouth fell open. “I…but …” Her words trailed off. She took a deep breath. “You truly think so, Guy?” Her gaze was shy but met his squarely.

He gave a short, decisive nod. “Yes.”

Her mouth opened on a silent ‘oh’ and she stared up at him. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he slid his hand between her legs. She bit her lip and arched her back when he parted her slick folds and slid his fingers between them.

“Oh Guy!”

Again, she was wet, so wet just from his kisses, he marveled, and lowered his head to take her lips again. As he coaxed her tongue with his, his fingers toyed and teased with her, until he slid two fingers deep inside her, making her tear her lips from his and cry out. It wasn’t discomfort that caused it, though she still felt very tight, for he felt her body tremble all around him in a spasm of pleasure.

“Keep your legs open, Mathilde,” he warned when she tried to close them around his fingers, “I’ve something else for you shortly that you can hold on to.” Her eyelids fluttered, though he was trying hard not to be crude and refer directly to his throbbing cock.

“I want it now,” she said, shocking the hell out of him. “Please, Guy.”

“You’re not ready,” he gritted out. “I don’t want to hurt you this time.”

“You won’t!” she insisted breathlessly.

“Ah, but I’ll expect you to do more than just accept me this time, sweeting,” he said in a deep voice, brushing his thumb against her pearl and making her jump and gasp.

“Such as what?” she panted, her eyes drifting shut as she tried to withstand the stimulation.

“I’ll want you to fuck me back.” Now that was crude, but he was too far gone to regret it. She gasped, but not at his offensive words. Feeling her tighten and shake around his fingers and he pushed them deep and watched through half closed eyes as she quaked and whimpered through her climax. How could she not know she was beautiful, he wondered dazedly, as his thumb circled her bead, and her breathing grew less ragged.