Page 14 of A Wallflower's Christmas Wreath
She chuckled, biting her lip. He thrust into her, and she moaned. He held her hips and assisted her to fuck him until she gained what she wanted.
"Matthew," she panted, her eyes flaring wide with awareness. "Oh, Matthew."
Her orgasm ripped through her, and he watched, entranced as she threw back her head and rode him through her pleasure. Her fingers twisted into his shirt, holding him still as she came, over and over, pulling his release forward.
He came hard and long, pumping his seed into her quivering cunny.
Heidi slumped onto his chest, their breathing ragged. "That was unlike anything I have ever known. I did not know pleasure could be found in such a way. I had always thought it would be a painful, daunting process to be with a man."
He wrapped his arms around her back, holding her against him. "No, not if it's done correctly," he murmured, stroking her back as they returned to earth.
Her fingers idly played with his hair, before she sat back, staring at him. "What happens now?" she asked, meeting his eyes.
He could read the questions in her deep, blue gaze, and right at this moment, he was unsure what he ought to do. Would she even agree to marry him? She certainly wasn't too happy with him when she first arrived, and he did not want her to think he asked out of obligation, not after what they had just partaken in.
"I think," he said, kissing the tip of her nose. "That I should ring for a bath, and you should join me. The night grows chill, do you not think? And after what we have both done, I think I ought to clean you thoroughly to ensure a comfortable sleep."
"A bath?" she asked him, surprised. "With you and not on my own?"
"Yes, with me," he said, wiggling his brows. "My room is private, and we can enjoy each other's company some more. But only if you're willing, of course."
A mischievous glint entered her eye, and she nodded. "I shall wait in my room until you tell me to come." She kissed him back, lingering until he burned for her yet again. "Until later, my lord," she whispered, gaining her feet and fixing up her gown quickly before leaving him alone in the library.
He watched her leave, and already he missed her. A quandary he would need to correct.
Heidi madeuse of the shift and dressing gown the maid had left on her bed and changed as quickly as she could while waiting for Matthew.
She stood in front of her mirror, staring at her reflection, wondering if she appeared as different as she felt.
And she felt wonderful.
How marvelous to have lain with him the way they had and how pleasurable too. Already she wanted to do it again, to have his strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her down upon him, giving her so much exquisite delight that she thought she would die should she not experience such again soon.
A light knock on her door pulled her attention away from examining herself, and she opened it just a crack to see Matthew standing before her.
"Come, the bath is ready, and I have dismissed the servants for the evening."
Heidi could not refuse, nor did she want to. She wanted to be with him again, alone, and have him just as she used to dream about before they had become estranged.
He held her hand as they walked leisurely back to his room. She marveled at his handsomeness, his height, and his strength. That she had been with him intimately did not seem real. It was like a dream, but she had conquered the man before her, the man holding her hand and leading her further astray.
She entered the room and marveled at the sight. In the hour or so they had been apart he had done quite a lot, making use of their time alone. A bath sat before the well-lit fire. Drying cloths sat on a nearby chair, along with a cake of jasmine soap. Several candles burned about the room, and the thick, velvet curtains were drawn closed to keep the storm raging outside at bay.
The sound of the shutters rattling and of the crackling fire were the only sounds that shattered the quiet of the night.
"This looks very enticing, my lord. All of this for me?" she teased him, walking to the bath to run her fingers through the water. "Mmmm, it's lovely and hot," she said, boldly reaching for the bottom of her shift and lifting it off her body.
She stood before the bath as naked as a babe and saw the fire lick in Matthew's eyes. He came to her, reached out, and clasped her hips, wrenching her naked body against his.
He was all hard muscles and a harder still manhood that jutted against his breeches. Wanting him, wetness pooled at her core, and she rubbed against him, teasing him as much as the mere thought of him taunted her.
"You're too dressed," she said, reaching for his untied cravat and pulling it from his neck. She threw it aside, grinning at her mischievousness before untying the ribbon at the top of his shirt.
Matthew helped her with the rest of his clothing, stripping himself bare and hoisting her in his arms. She wrapped her legs about his hips, the feel of his jutting manhood making her eager to be with him again.
He stepped carefully into the tub, lowering them both. Water splashed over the sides, wetting the wood floor and a little of the Aubusson rug.
"We've made a mess already," she said, looking over the side of the tub.
