All I want for Christmas is ... [Rated R]
Romy fussed with a rogue curl for a few moments before giving herself a final once over.
Now that she had Lyra and knew what it meant to be a mother, the changes in her body were not quite the source of resentment they had been during her pregnancy. Just the same, Romy was keenly aware of the added weight in her breasts and the extra roundness in her face. She was not, and might never be, the taut and toned sexpot that drew Joscelin’s attention in the first place. Still, she looked pretty good in her purple babydoll. It masked that bit of softness around the middle that Romy hadn’t quite been able to get rid of yet, and presented what she had to offer in an attractive package. And she was offering. That was the whole point.
Being a mother was an incredible experience. Never in all her wildest dreams did Romy think motherhood would be something she would be good at, but she was. She loved Lyra more than she’d thought possible, and even though it was hard at times, it just felt right. Taking care of her daughter grounded her and filled a part of Romy she hadn’t even realized was empty.
Those were all good things, but lately she’d come to realize that other parts of her life had been neglected, and her husband was number one on that list. He never complained, but as Romy began to look back over the past few months, she realized just how little attention she’d given him. The baby had been her priority, and rightfully so. It took awhile for her to work out a routine with Lyra and become comfortable with all the things this little life required. It took its toll on her, and most nights Romy fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
That meant, of course, that she was not making an effort to enjoy the rare bits of time alone with Joscelin, and that was just wrong. When one had the best husband in the world, one ought to make sure he knew he was appreciated. So that was her plan for this evening. To appreciate Joscelin. Thoroughly. Christmas was over, strickly speaking, but she didn’t think he would mind stretching out the gift-giving a little longer. After all, this wasn’t the sort of present she could have given at the family celebration they’d had in Gwen’s home the day before.
Padding through the halls of Tretower, Romy sought him out in his lounge. It was a testament to how inattentive she’d been that Joscelin merely glanced toward the door as she arrived, not really even registering more than her entrance into the room, and her heart felt a twinge of regret. Moving quietly to him, Romy knelt in front of the chair they used to share most every night, resting her palms on Joscelin’s thighs.
“Merry Christmas, love of my life,” she said softly.
The slight pressure of Romy’s hands and the warm timbre of her voice pulled Joscelin’s attention from the text he’d been reading, and when he saw her, he promptly forgot the last several hours of study.
He’d registered her entry into the room, had felt her moving about, but that was normal. Every night after Romy fed and put Lyra to sleep, she’d come down to the gentleman’s lounge to laze by the fire or snuggle up with him and nap while he read. The woman kneeling before him was not the woman he’d become accustomed to the past several months. The woman before him made him remember how, exactly, they’d ended up as parents.
Joscelin’s gaze dropped to the generous amount of skin exposed by the deep, plunging neckline of her negligee and he slowly set his book to the side. Hazel-green eyes were bright as he flicked them back up to meet her gaze and his lips curled slightly. “Merry indeed, my love.”
Small hands climbed ever higher on Joscelin’s long legs as Romy wiggled between his knees. She was terribly out of practice at the art of seduction, something that might’ve been amusing given that it was once her forte, but there were butterflies in her stomach as she turned a sultry gaze on the man she loved. “I was hoping I might convince you to retire for the evening. Join me in our suite? I’ve been remiss, it’s been far too long since I showed you just how grateful I am to share a life with you.”
He didn’t move from his recline just yet, only reached out to sift his fingers through her hair. He’d wanted this, he always wanted her, but Joscelin hadn’t wanted to push her. He hadn’t known how long it took for a woman to recover from having a child, and he’d wanted her to come to him besides. He wanted to know without any doubts that she was ready, that she wanted to resume their physical relationship.
Despite the darkening of Joscelin’s eyes at Romy’s words, his lips curled into a small smile. “I was hoping that maybe you had just come to the point where you couldn’t resist my charms anymore.”
A laugh so soft it was scarcely more than a deep breath fell from her lips as a light flush rose in her cheeks. “I haven’t been able to resist your charms since the day I met you,” she said honestly, thinking on the night at Avalon nearly three years before when Joscelin had approached her at the bar and bought her a drink.
Back then she was very particular about the men she spent time with, they had to be wealthy, successful, powerful. She’d spent that evening sending a plethora of men away when they didn’t fit the bill, and then Joscelin sat down beside her. He seemed even less like what she was looking for than the others, but she accepted his drink, drawn to his twinkling eyes and easy, confident smile. It was, without a doubt, the best decision she’d ever made.
Romy lifted herself into his lap, nuzzling the scruff along his jaw. “Lately I’ve been totally focused on Lyra’s sweet baby charms, though, and my very loving and sexy husband has suffered for it.”
“Suffered terribly,” Joscelin agreed, smile in his words and curling his mouth as he ran his hands down her back, felt the heat of her skin through the thin, silky fabric of her negligee.
He often ran has hands over her skin, but for comfort, to lull her to sleep, or even just for touch’s sake; they were both demonstrative. This was different though. There was promise in the heat of her breath on his neck, the press of her palms on his chest and the feel of her skin beneath his hands as they rounded over her arse. His grip tightened, kneading the generous curve, and his voice was low, gruff, as he added, “I’ve missed you, love.”
Her fingers were already on the buttons of his shirt, seeking the skin beneath. It had been so long since they’d been able to truly lose themselves in one another. His injury, her pregnancy, the past year had brought a host of challenges, but now they were free to be together without restriction and the heat that had been pushed aside flooded Romy’s veins.
“I’ve missed you, too,” she murmured as her lips skimmed the length of Joscelin’s neck to suck at the bend where it met his shoulder. “I’m sorry I’ve been so distracted.”
“Nothing to be sorry for,” he assured her as he slipped his hands beneath the silky fabric and smoothed his hands up the warm, bare skin of her back.
A dark smile curled his mouth as she worried at his skin with lips, a nip. “Feel free to make up for it if you feel the pressing need, though,” he added as he wound a hand in her dark hair. Joscelin pulled her up to him then, claimed her mouth. It was not searching or soft, but a little rough, raw, demanding.
This. This was what she needed. Joscelin, for all his playful antics, was fairly reserved with his deeper emotions. He didn’t hide things per se, not from her, but a man so devoted to the care of his loved ones didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve. He didn’t compose long lines of purple prose to share his feelings, or shout from rooftops (though Romy knew he would if she asked him to).
No, Joscelin’s declarations were in his actions, and as his fingers tightened in her hair and he tasted her, his touch insistent and heated, the message was clear. He loved her, desired her, craved her, too. It never ceased to amaze her how precious he could make her feel with the simplest gesture.
She opened for him instantly, fervently, her own declaration in the sultry purr against his lips.
Joscelin drank her. Teeth pulled at her lips even as he tightened his grip in her hair and pulled just hard enough to make her whimper. He knew his wife enjoyed a bit of pain with her pleasure, and while he wasn’t often wont towards the kind of roughness she enjoyed, tonight the desire pooling in him was a dark, sinuous thing.
Sitting forward in the chair, Joscelin pulled her hair until her throat was exposed and scraped his teeth down the heated skin. The bow of the halter at the nape of her neck was tugged loose and Joscelin’s other hand chased the silken fabric off of her, took the generous swell of her breast in his hand and kneaded even as his mouth found hers again.
Romy moaned against his lips, reveling in the possessiveness of her husband’s touch. There was nothing so erotic as knowing she belonged to Joscelin, that he loved her and wanted her always; it was all too easy to get lost in the sensations being stirred within her. That wasn’t the point of her plan, though, at least not yet.
Running slender fingers through Joscelin’s dark curls, she shifted, nibbling her way along his jaw until she reached his ear. “Let me treat you,” Romy murmured, the words a request. She loved the feel of his hands and lips on her body, but this time she wanted to do for him.
A rumbling growl escaped him at her words. He wanted what she was offering, but at the same time, stopping what he was doing was the last thing he wanted to do. She shouldn’t be able to concentrate, to think of doing anything else.
Pulling her mouth up to his by a firm grip in her hair, Joscelin drank her hungrily, deeply. Just as abruptly, he stopped and forced himself to take his hands off of her. His knuckles were white as he gripped the arms of the chair. “Do what you want,” he said, voice low and tight.
His kiss had left her breathless and it took a moment for Romy to clear the haze from her mind once he’d released her again. When she saw the intensity with which Joscelin was holding himself still, she nearly reconsidered her plan. She wanted to let him relax and enjoy, and Joscelin was anything but relaxed at the moment. To change course again would mean she had teased him for nothing, though, and she would never do that.
“I swear it will be worth the interruption,” Romy promised, sucking lightly on his throat as she finished working the buttons of Joscelin’s shirt. Pushing the fabric aside, her bare breasts brushed his skin as she began to kiss and nibble her way down his chest, slowly lowering herself to kneel at his feet again. Raising dark eyes to Joscelin’s green, Romy held his gaze as she freed him from his denims, breaking their visual connection only when she bent to cover him with her mouth.
His breath left in a hiss through his teeth at the warmth of her mouth. It took every ounce of Joscelin’s control to keep his hips still and in the seat, and his hands on the arms of the chair. There was time to ravage his lovely wife yet, but just this moment, the mixture of torture and pleasure as she slowly, thoroughly moved her mouth and lips over him was exactly what he needed.
Romy felt the warm glow of pride fill her at the sound coming from her husband. Joscelin was always inclined to focus on her and most of the time Romy was happy to enjoy his attention, but it was nice to know she affected him as well. This was something she had always enjoyed, and that was especially true with Joscelin. She loved him; loved making him feel good.
Her fingers curled into his thigh, gripping the firm flesh as she caressed him with her tongue, each downward movement taking him deeper.
He was only able to let her have her way for so long.
His hand twined in her hair, and it took every ounce of his control not to thrust his hips into the warmth of her mouth. Instead, Joscelin pulled her away from him, tugged her towards him.
“Take the knickers off, Romy,” he demanded, voice gruff and raw.
The intensity of his command had a shiver running through her and Romy did as she’d been told without comment. Once the scrap of fabric had been discarded, she turned dark eyes back to the man she loved with complete focus. Her breaths were shallow, lips slightly parted as she waited for his next instruction.
It was the hazy look in her eyes that nearly broke his control. She was gone - on him. It was a heady feeling.
“You’re going to shiver for me now, love,” he said as he tugged her to him, had her straddle his lap. He wanted her, wanted to grip her hips and join them together - and he would have that - but first he was going to make her shake and scream.
Joscelin slid his fingers through her folds, watched her face as he flicked.
Romy’s eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting on a wavering sigh. Restless under his tender touch, she wiggled, seeking and wanting more. Her hips moved in time with the teasing stroke of Joscelin’s hand as needy whimpers passed her lips.
It had never taken very much to make her ready for him. Romy loved her husband in a way she hadn’t even known existed before he’d claimed her as his own and making love to him was the closest she could imagine to having heaven on earth. Having him direct her actions was erotic in a whole new way though, and as Joscelin slid a finger into her heat, Romy’s wanton moan filled the air.
“Good girl,” he murmured, eyes dark as he watched her. He hadn’t ever been with a single woman for more than a few months at a time in the past. He’d been up front with his lovers, and they’d enjoyed the pleasures of each other. There had never been long term commitment, and certainly no talk of marriage.
Joscelin had known Romy was different from the beginning. He hadn’t let himself indulge in a casual relationship with her even though she’d made it perfectly obvious she was open to it.
This was why. She was shuddering, shivering, moaning and whispering his name, asking for more, begging - and it was all theirs, only theirs and would always be theirs.
He slipped another finger into her, curled them as she ground her hips into his hand. “What do you want, love?” he asked, “tell me now.”
Focusing on the words was becoming difficult and it took Romy a moment to process this latest request. Even harder was drawing her attention away from the heavenly sensations Joscelin was inspiring long enough to formulate an answer. The drag of his fingers, caressing her from the inside out had her quivering, so close to falling over the edge.
“I,” Romy breathed, gasping as she rocked into his touch. “I want... OH!” Joscelin’s thumb grazed her center and she was done. Eyes squeezed shut against the flood of pleasure coursing through her, it was all she could do to find the arm of the chair and hold herself upright.
She was still trembling when Joscelin pulled his hand away from her, gripped her hips and guided them together. His own hips rocked up to meet hers, and his breathing was harsh as he finally felt the warmth of her.
Romy’s breath caught as Joscelin filled her and despite the months that had passed since they’d made love, her body fell into the familiar rhythm instantly. Leaning forward, she captured his lips, the sounds of her pleasure muffled but constant as he moved inside her.
Again and again their hips met, and again and again Joscelin swallowed the moans and sighs, lost his own low groans to her. His grip was bruisingly strong, fingers curling ever tighter on her hips as he felt pressure build in him, felt the flutter of Romy’s muscles.
It was her quick breathing, the little whimpers that slipped from her every time their bodies came together that let him know how close she was. Forcing his grip from her hip, Joscelin fisted a hand in her hair and pulled. Her neck was exposed to him and he dragged his teeth down the column of damp skin, nipped at the generous swell of her breast. When she shuddered, his grip only tightened and not moments later bit the tendon where neck meets shoulder.
The overwhelming variety of sensations - relentless pleasure as their bodies joined over and over, the whisper of pain as his fingers dug into the flesh of her hip, the tension as he tugged her hair, and the thrill of Joscelin’s passion for her - all came to a head when his teeth sank into her skin. For the second time that evening, Romy’s cries echoed through the room as she rode the wave of her orgasm. Merlin, she’d missed this.
Hearing his wife, feeling her, having her cling to him as she fell apart - there was no holding on after that. He followed her into the abyss of pleasure.
It was several minutes later when awareness really came back to him, and Joscelin nuzzled Romy’s neck and pressed soft kisses there. Her scent was strong and heady there as her hair curtained his face, and he breathed her in. “We need to do that again very soon.”
Her body still buzzed with leftover adrenaline and endorphins as her hands smoothed over Joscelin’s shoulders and back, just indulging in the touch that had been missing since the birth of their daughter. At his words, Romy’s eyes turned to the clock upon the mantle and a smile curled her lips.
“Well...,” Romy began, dark eyes mischievous as she turned them on her husband, “Lyra should be asleep for another hour or so. We could make our way to the bedroom. Would that be ‘very soon’ enough?”
“I think I can work with that,” he said with a grin.
SUMMARY: Romy gives Joscelin part of his Christmas present.
Now that she had Lyra and knew what it meant to be a mother, the changes in her body were not quite the source of resentment they had been during her pregnancy. Just the same, Romy was keenly aware of the added weight in her breasts and the extra roundness in her face. She was not, and might never be, the taut and toned sexpot that drew Joscelin’s attention in the first place. Still, she looked pretty good in her purple babydoll. It masked that bit of softness around the middle that Romy hadn’t quite been able to get rid of yet, and presented what she had to offer in an attractive package. And she was offering. That was the whole point.
Being a mother was an incredible experience. Never in all her wildest dreams did Romy think motherhood would be something she would be good at, but she was. She loved Lyra more than she’d thought possible, and even though it was hard at times, it just felt right. Taking care of her daughter grounded her and filled a part of Romy she hadn’t even realized was empty.
Those were all good things, but lately she’d come to realize that other parts of her life had been neglected, and her husband was number one on that list. He never complained, but as Romy began to look back over the past few months, she realized just how little attention she’d given him. The baby had been her priority, and rightfully so. It took awhile for her to work out a routine with Lyra and become comfortable with all the things this little life required. It took its toll on her, and most nights Romy fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
That meant, of course, that she was not making an effort to enjoy the rare bits of time alone with Joscelin, and that was just wrong. When one had the best husband in the world, one ought to make sure he knew he was appreciated. So that was her plan for this evening. To appreciate Joscelin. Thoroughly. Christmas was over, strickly speaking, but she didn’t think he would mind stretching out the gift-giving a little longer. After all, this wasn’t the sort of present she could have given at the family celebration they’d had in Gwen’s home the day before.
Padding through the halls of Tretower, Romy sought him out in his lounge. It was a testament to how inattentive she’d been that Joscelin merely glanced toward the door as she arrived, not really even registering more than her entrance into the room, and her heart felt a twinge of regret. Moving quietly to him, Romy knelt in front of the chair they used to share most every night, resting her palms on Joscelin’s thighs.
“Merry Christmas, love of my life,” she said softly.
The slight pressure of Romy’s hands and the warm timbre of her voice pulled Joscelin’s attention from the text he’d been reading, and when he saw her, he promptly forgot the last several hours of study.
He’d registered her entry into the room, had felt her moving about, but that was normal. Every night after Romy fed and put Lyra to sleep, she’d come down to the gentleman’s lounge to laze by the fire or snuggle up with him and nap while he read. The woman kneeling before him was not the woman he’d become accustomed to the past several months. The woman before him made him remember how, exactly, they’d ended up as parents.
Joscelin’s gaze dropped to the generous amount of skin exposed by the deep, plunging neckline of her negligee and he slowly set his book to the side. Hazel-green eyes were bright as he flicked them back up to meet her gaze and his lips curled slightly. “Merry indeed, my love.”
Small hands climbed ever higher on Joscelin’s long legs as Romy wiggled between his knees. She was terribly out of practice at the art of seduction, something that might’ve been amusing given that it was once her forte, but there were butterflies in her stomach as she turned a sultry gaze on the man she loved. “I was hoping I might convince you to retire for the evening. Join me in our suite? I’ve been remiss, it’s been far too long since I showed you just how grateful I am to share a life with you.”
He didn’t move from his recline just yet, only reached out to sift his fingers through her hair. He’d wanted this, he always wanted her, but Joscelin hadn’t wanted to push her. He hadn’t known how long it took for a woman to recover from having a child, and he’d wanted her to come to him besides. He wanted to know without any doubts that she was ready, that she wanted to resume their physical relationship.
Despite the darkening of Joscelin’s eyes at Romy’s words, his lips curled into a small smile. “I was hoping that maybe you had just come to the point where you couldn’t resist my charms anymore.”
A laugh so soft it was scarcely more than a deep breath fell from her lips as a light flush rose in her cheeks. “I haven’t been able to resist your charms since the day I met you,” she said honestly, thinking on the night at Avalon nearly three years before when Joscelin had approached her at the bar and bought her a drink.
Back then she was very particular about the men she spent time with, they had to be wealthy, successful, powerful. She’d spent that evening sending a plethora of men away when they didn’t fit the bill, and then Joscelin sat down beside her. He seemed even less like what she was looking for than the others, but she accepted his drink, drawn to his twinkling eyes and easy, confident smile. It was, without a doubt, the best decision she’d ever made.
Romy lifted herself into his lap, nuzzling the scruff along his jaw. “Lately I’ve been totally focused on Lyra’s sweet baby charms, though, and my very loving and sexy husband has suffered for it.”
“Suffered terribly,” Joscelin agreed, smile in his words and curling his mouth as he ran his hands down her back, felt the heat of her skin through the thin, silky fabric of her negligee.
He often ran has hands over her skin, but for comfort, to lull her to sleep, or even just for touch’s sake; they were both demonstrative. This was different though. There was promise in the heat of her breath on his neck, the press of her palms on his chest and the feel of her skin beneath his hands as they rounded over her arse. His grip tightened, kneading the generous curve, and his voice was low, gruff, as he added, “I’ve missed you, love.”
Her fingers were already on the buttons of his shirt, seeking the skin beneath. It had been so long since they’d been able to truly lose themselves in one another. His injury, her pregnancy, the past year had brought a host of challenges, but now they were free to be together without restriction and the heat that had been pushed aside flooded Romy’s veins.
“I’ve missed you, too,” she murmured as her lips skimmed the length of Joscelin’s neck to suck at the bend where it met his shoulder. “I’m sorry I’ve been so distracted.”
“Nothing to be sorry for,” he assured her as he slipped his hands beneath the silky fabric and smoothed his hands up the warm, bare skin of her back.
A dark smile curled his mouth as she worried at his skin with lips, a nip. “Feel free to make up for it if you feel the pressing need, though,” he added as he wound a hand in her dark hair. Joscelin pulled her up to him then, claimed her mouth. It was not searching or soft, but a little rough, raw, demanding.
This. This was what she needed. Joscelin, for all his playful antics, was fairly reserved with his deeper emotions. He didn’t hide things per se, not from her, but a man so devoted to the care of his loved ones didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve. He didn’t compose long lines of purple prose to share his feelings, or shout from rooftops (though Romy knew he would if she asked him to).
No, Joscelin’s declarations were in his actions, and as his fingers tightened in her hair and he tasted her, his touch insistent and heated, the message was clear. He loved her, desired her, craved her, too. It never ceased to amaze her how precious he could make her feel with the simplest gesture.
She opened for him instantly, fervently, her own declaration in the sultry purr against his lips.
Joscelin drank her. Teeth pulled at her lips even as he tightened his grip in her hair and pulled just hard enough to make her whimper. He knew his wife enjoyed a bit of pain with her pleasure, and while he wasn’t often wont towards the kind of roughness she enjoyed, tonight the desire pooling in him was a dark, sinuous thing.
Sitting forward in the chair, Joscelin pulled her hair until her throat was exposed and scraped his teeth down the heated skin. The bow of the halter at the nape of her neck was tugged loose and Joscelin’s other hand chased the silken fabric off of her, took the generous swell of her breast in his hand and kneaded even as his mouth found hers again.
Romy moaned against his lips, reveling in the possessiveness of her husband’s touch. There was nothing so erotic as knowing she belonged to Joscelin, that he loved her and wanted her always; it was all too easy to get lost in the sensations being stirred within her. That wasn’t the point of her plan, though, at least not yet.
Running slender fingers through Joscelin’s dark curls, she shifted, nibbling her way along his jaw until she reached his ear. “Let me treat you,” Romy murmured, the words a request. She loved the feel of his hands and lips on her body, but this time she wanted to do for him.
A rumbling growl escaped him at her words. He wanted what she was offering, but at the same time, stopping what he was doing was the last thing he wanted to do. She shouldn’t be able to concentrate, to think of doing anything else.
Pulling her mouth up to his by a firm grip in her hair, Joscelin drank her hungrily, deeply. Just as abruptly, he stopped and forced himself to take his hands off of her. His knuckles were white as he gripped the arms of the chair. “Do what you want,” he said, voice low and tight.
His kiss had left her breathless and it took a moment for Romy to clear the haze from her mind once he’d released her again. When she saw the intensity with which Joscelin was holding himself still, she nearly reconsidered her plan. She wanted to let him relax and enjoy, and Joscelin was anything but relaxed at the moment. To change course again would mean she had teased him for nothing, though, and she would never do that.
“I swear it will be worth the interruption,” Romy promised, sucking lightly on his throat as she finished working the buttons of Joscelin’s shirt. Pushing the fabric aside, her bare breasts brushed his skin as she began to kiss and nibble her way down his chest, slowly lowering herself to kneel at his feet again. Raising dark eyes to Joscelin’s green, Romy held his gaze as she freed him from his denims, breaking their visual connection only when she bent to cover him with her mouth.
His breath left in a hiss through his teeth at the warmth of her mouth. It took every ounce of Joscelin’s control to keep his hips still and in the seat, and his hands on the arms of the chair. There was time to ravage his lovely wife yet, but just this moment, the mixture of torture and pleasure as she slowly, thoroughly moved her mouth and lips over him was exactly what he needed.
Romy felt the warm glow of pride fill her at the sound coming from her husband. Joscelin was always inclined to focus on her and most of the time Romy was happy to enjoy his attention, but it was nice to know she affected him as well. This was something she had always enjoyed, and that was especially true with Joscelin. She loved him; loved making him feel good.
Her fingers curled into his thigh, gripping the firm flesh as she caressed him with her tongue, each downward movement taking him deeper.
He was only able to let her have her way for so long.
His hand twined in her hair, and it took every ounce of his control not to thrust his hips into the warmth of her mouth. Instead, Joscelin pulled her away from him, tugged her towards him.
“Take the knickers off, Romy,” he demanded, voice gruff and raw.
The intensity of his command had a shiver running through her and Romy did as she’d been told without comment. Once the scrap of fabric had been discarded, she turned dark eyes back to the man she loved with complete focus. Her breaths were shallow, lips slightly parted as she waited for his next instruction.
It was the hazy look in her eyes that nearly broke his control. She was gone - on him. It was a heady feeling.
“You’re going to shiver for me now, love,” he said as he tugged her to him, had her straddle his lap. He wanted her, wanted to grip her hips and join them together - and he would have that - but first he was going to make her shake and scream.
Joscelin slid his fingers through her folds, watched her face as he flicked.
Romy’s eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting on a wavering sigh. Restless under his tender touch, she wiggled, seeking and wanting more. Her hips moved in time with the teasing stroke of Joscelin’s hand as needy whimpers passed her lips.
It had never taken very much to make her ready for him. Romy loved her husband in a way she hadn’t even known existed before he’d claimed her as his own and making love to him was the closest she could imagine to having heaven on earth. Having him direct her actions was erotic in a whole new way though, and as Joscelin slid a finger into her heat, Romy’s wanton moan filled the air.
“Good girl,” he murmured, eyes dark as he watched her. He hadn’t ever been with a single woman for more than a few months at a time in the past. He’d been up front with his lovers, and they’d enjoyed the pleasures of each other. There had never been long term commitment, and certainly no talk of marriage.
Joscelin had known Romy was different from the beginning. He hadn’t let himself indulge in a casual relationship with her even though she’d made it perfectly obvious she was open to it.
This was why. She was shuddering, shivering, moaning and whispering his name, asking for more, begging - and it was all theirs, only theirs and would always be theirs.
He slipped another finger into her, curled them as she ground her hips into his hand. “What do you want, love?” he asked, “tell me now.”
Focusing on the words was becoming difficult and it took Romy a moment to process this latest request. Even harder was drawing her attention away from the heavenly sensations Joscelin was inspiring long enough to formulate an answer. The drag of his fingers, caressing her from the inside out had her quivering, so close to falling over the edge.
“I,” Romy breathed, gasping as she rocked into his touch. “I want... OH!” Joscelin’s thumb grazed her center and she was done. Eyes squeezed shut against the flood of pleasure coursing through her, it was all she could do to find the arm of the chair and hold herself upright.
She was still trembling when Joscelin pulled his hand away from her, gripped her hips and guided them together. His own hips rocked up to meet hers, and his breathing was harsh as he finally felt the warmth of her.
Romy’s breath caught as Joscelin filled her and despite the months that had passed since they’d made love, her body fell into the familiar rhythm instantly. Leaning forward, she captured his lips, the sounds of her pleasure muffled but constant as he moved inside her.
Again and again their hips met, and again and again Joscelin swallowed the moans and sighs, lost his own low groans to her. His grip was bruisingly strong, fingers curling ever tighter on her hips as he felt pressure build in him, felt the flutter of Romy’s muscles.
It was her quick breathing, the little whimpers that slipped from her every time their bodies came together that let him know how close she was. Forcing his grip from her hip, Joscelin fisted a hand in her hair and pulled. Her neck was exposed to him and he dragged his teeth down the column of damp skin, nipped at the generous swell of her breast. When she shuddered, his grip only tightened and not moments later bit the tendon where neck meets shoulder.
The overwhelming variety of sensations - relentless pleasure as their bodies joined over and over, the whisper of pain as his fingers dug into the flesh of her hip, the tension as he tugged her hair, and the thrill of Joscelin’s passion for her - all came to a head when his teeth sank into her skin. For the second time that evening, Romy’s cries echoed through the room as she rode the wave of her orgasm. Merlin, she’d missed this.
Hearing his wife, feeling her, having her cling to him as she fell apart - there was no holding on after that. He followed her into the abyss of pleasure.
It was several minutes later when awareness really came back to him, and Joscelin nuzzled Romy’s neck and pressed soft kisses there. Her scent was strong and heady there as her hair curtained his face, and he breathed her in. “We need to do that again very soon.”
Her body still buzzed with leftover adrenaline and endorphins as her hands smoothed over Joscelin’s shoulders and back, just indulging in the touch that had been missing since the birth of their daughter. At his words, Romy’s eyes turned to the clock upon the mantle and a smile curled her lips.
“Well...,” Romy began, dark eyes mischievous as she turned them on her husband, “Lyra should be asleep for another hour or so. We could make our way to the bedroom. Would that be ‘very soon’ enough?”
“I think I can work with that,” he said with a grin.
SUMMARY: Romy gives Joscelin part of his Christmas present.