Page 76 of Only Pleasure Will Do

Epilogue

Maddy’s wedding had been everything she’d ever dared hope for. She and Reginald had spoken their vows in the little parish church near where he lived with no fanfare or fuss, just Pearl and the Dalburys there as witnesses. After she’d pledged her troth to the most wonderful man she’d ever known, Lord and Lady Dalbury had taken them to Dunham House for a special wedding feast.

The drawing room, bedecked it seemed with every flower that had remained in the Dalburys’ garden, welcomed the newly wed Sir Reginald and Lady Matthews, all their good friends, and Cook’s sumptuous fare of sweet and savory treats. Pearl ran about enjoying the myriad cakes and tarts, and though Maddy had sampled a bit here and there, she’d been too excited to want anything to eat. At last, her future was brighter than she’d ever believed possible, filled with hope and love. And the promise of pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.

Now candles had been set all about the comfortable bedchamber Reginald had, until tonight, occupied alone. Maddy lay naked on the soft white sheets as her husband removed his last article of clothing—his white linen shirt that concealed his rampantly jutting member. Dropping the garment to the floor, he stalked over to the bed and quite unexpectedly pounced on her.

She shrieked then laughed as he covered her, making growling sounds while he kissed up the side of her neck. His cock bumped insistently against her closed legs. “I believe I’m about to be ravished.”

“In that you are correct, madam.” He swept her legs open and eagerly thrust into her, seating himself fully inside with the single motion.

Filled to the brim with him, Maddy sighed happily. This was the best of all endings to a perfect wedding day. But could she make it even more pleasurable for her husband?

As he began to slide out of her, in preparation for another thrust, she grasped his buttocks and stilled his progress. At his raised eyebrows, she smiled in her most seductive way and said only, “Wait.”

“As you will, my lady.” He stared passionately into her eyes.

Concentrating on his cock, buried deep within her, she squeezed her muscles surrounding it in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

His eyes widened then slowly closed, an expression of bliss on his handsome features. She’d found this technique in a French translation of an ancient Oriental text on the art of lovemaking but had never had occasion to use it. Until now.

Flexing her back to shift her position, she continued the measured pace until Reginald’s breathing increased and his body grew terribly warm.

Groaning with need, he tried to thrust forward, but she held him still. “Shh, love. Let me pleasure you.”

He nodded, his eyes glazed with passion and want.

When she sensed he was at the pinnacle of his need, she squeezed long and hard, and rocked him forward.

“Ohhh, God.” He arched his back, spilling himself into her endlessly. At last, he slumped heavily on her, completely spent.

After a moment, she rolled him to the side and lay panting alongside him. An exhausting method but satisfying all the same. She glanced at his face, tinged with red, his eyes staring at the ceiling. “Reginald?”

He blinked and sighed then groaned and pulled her onto his chest and kissed her head. “You cannot do that to me then expect me to be good for anything for the next hour at the least.”

“You liked that?”

“I’m utterly spent. How did you know—”

She laughed and pulled herself up to look into his dear face. “Do not forget, love. Your wife is a woman of pleasure who is well read in the art of making love to her husband.”

“My woman of pleasure.” He encircled her with his arms and lifted his lips to hers. “But mine and only mine. Forever.”

THE END