Take me
With a sharp ‘crack!,’ Stephen and Cassie appeared on the law in front of their new home-- Sans Souci, they’d named it; French for ‘carefree.’ For Stephen, it represented a new start with his beautiful wife, somewhere they could build a family together. Someday. For now, he just wanted to take her inside and ravish her until they were both sated and exhausted.
“So, Mrs. Cornfoot,” he said, pausing a beat before sweeping her up into his arms, “welcome home.”
Cassie looked up at the large home that was where she and Stephen would start their life together. Today was the beginning of that life, for better or worse, ‘til death would they part. Eyes tearing up a little, she kissed her new husband sweetly. “I believe you have one last official act to perform before we’re really home.”
“I’m aware of that, wife,” he said, nipping at her lip gently. “Why else do you think I Apparated us outside instead of in our bedroom?”
“Get to crossing the threshold then, husband,” she teased, repaying his nip with one of her own. “I want to be very thorough in consummating our troth, so we ought to get started on that right away.”
“You want to be thorough?” he queried, magicking the front door open with a wave of his hand. Pausing in front of the open frame for one moment, he let his lips linger over hers before pulling back with a knowing smile.
“I can do thorough,” he said, stepping across the threshold.
The look in his eyes had her heart beating faster and awareness blossomed in her body. Slightly breathless, Cassie murmured, “Then take me to bed, Stephen. I want to make love to my husband.”
"Oh is that what we're doing here?" he teased, a smirk pulling at his lips. Her breathy tone and dazed gaze were both indicative of the arousal she-- and he-- felt, but he couldn't resist a bit of teasing before he took her to their bed.
Arching a perfectly-shaped brow, she asked, “Don’t you want to take me as your wife? In every way?”
“Every way and then some,” Stephen promised, leaning in to press a slow, lingering kiss to her lips.
His footsteps echoed across the empty mansion as he started up the marble steps towards the master bedroom suite. There hadn’t been much time, what with planning the wedding and getting their joint affairs in order, to decorate Sans Souci. The rooms lay in wait for furnishings, bare of any adornments and waiting to be transformed from a house into a home. Every room was empty.
Save one.
Without relinquishing his hold on Cassie, he waved his hand to open the door and crossed into their room. That one, he had made sure was decorated and ready for the arrival of the new Mr. and Mrs. Cornfoot.
Cassie’s eyes moved rapidly from place to place, taking in the luxurious decor of their new bedroom. Stephen hadn’t let her know what he’d been up to and the result of his effort took her breath away. “It’s beautiful,” she said at last as her gaze turned to her new husband.
His eyes were on her when he replied, “Yes, it is,” and lowered his lips to hers, tasting her slowly.
Spilling a soft sigh from her lips to his, she cupped Stephen’s face in her hands and returned the kiss fervently. Cassie had been blessed to grow up in the Montgomery family, and there was no replacing her parents and sisters, but being Stephen’s wife felt so right. It was an addition to her blessings rather than a trade of one for another. “Make love to me, Mr. Cornfoot.”
“With pleasure, Mrs. Cornfoot.”
Crossing to the large bed in the middle of the room, draped with soft sheets and heaped with downy pillows, Stephen’s arms were gentle as he laid her down in the middle of it. His hands reverently stroked along her bare shoulders and arms, calloused hands caressing smooth skin until he reached the end and linked their fingers together.
Shifting over her, he took her hands and trapped them over her head, a small smirk growing as he ducked his head and ran his nose along the column of her neck. Perfect.
Her husband hovered above her, his breath tickling her skin as he let her feel his nearness, but restricted her ability to pull him closer. Cassie’s own breathing quickened, the soft pants passing through parted lips. It was true she and Stephen were no strangers to each other’s bodies. They’d been physical from the first night. That familiarity didn’t diminish the anticipation of this night in the slightest, though. Tonight was the first time she would make love to the man she’d pledged her life and love to, the first time they’d be together in a home they shared, and the weight of that added something undefinable to the occasion. She’d been waiting for Stephen her whole life without even knowing it.
Arching off the bed, Cassie pressed her body to his as well as his grip would allow, a purr of want filling the air. “Stephen.”
“Patience, Cass,” he murmured, lips curling even more against her skin. He could feel the tension running through her lithe form, and it only served to feed his ardor.
“When have I ever been patient?” she challenged, one brow rising though he couldn’t see it. Her hands were still pinned, but her legs were free and Cassie curled one long limb around to skim along his trousers. “I need you.”
And he needed her. Merlin, did he need her. Her arrival in his life had blindsided him at a dark moment, bringing him out of the bottle and blowing a spark of life back into him. Stephen wanted nothing more than to make her happy, and he was planning to spend every day of the rest of his life trying to be good enough for her.
But for now, it was too much fun to make her wait, to draw out the anticipation and sweetness of their first joining as man and wife. Tiny, sucking kisses trailed along her fluttering pulse, doing no more than stoking the flames that simmered between them.
Little panting breaths and quiet whimpers left her as she writhed beneath him. Cassie loved the way Stephen made her feel, loved the singular focus he bestowed on her whenever they were intimate. She was young yet though, and still struggled with the flash and fire of that youth. The slow, molten burn of her husband’s more mature passion was something she was still learning to master.
Using one hand to pin both her wrists, Stephen let his free hand slide beneath her back to the long row of pearlescent buttons running along her spine. Slowly, teasingly, he flicked them open one by one, taking his time as his lips traversed down her bare shoulder.
Cassie could feel the growing dampness between her legs, her center aching to be filled. It was blissful torture the way he held her immobile. The light brushes of contact only stoking the flames of her desire. “Gods Stephen, if you don’t make love to me soon you might find yourself a widower when I expire from sexual tension.”
He gave a soft ‘tsk,’ continuing along his task to open her dress. “Buck up, love,” he murmured against her skin, lips curling in smug satisfaction. “We’re doing things my way tonight.”
“Bully,” she teased, still writhing beneath him suggestively. The bodice of her gown grew looser with each twitch of Stephen’s fingers, but she ached for him to touch more than the skin already exposed. Her breasts, stomach, legs, center - they needed the caress of his hands, the warmth of his lips. “You know how much I want you.”
“Do I?” he asked, his voice low with a hint of mirth. Upon flicking up the last button, he breathed a spell against her skin to keep her wrists immobile, freeing his other hand. Sitting back on his heels, he couldn’t help but smirk as she arched, testing the magic that kept her bound.
Cassie pulled, but it was a fruitless effort. “Don’t you want to touch me, Stephen?” She knew he did; Stephen always wanted her. How he was holding back now was beyond her. For her part, Cassie was ready to burst from the tension building inside her.
“Oh, I plan on it,” he replied smoothly. Reaching up, he slowly pulled her dress down her torso, leaving her clad only in her lacy lingerie from the waist up. Perfect. “All night long, until you’ve not the strength to do more or the voice to scream my name any longer.”
Exposed to the air, her nipples strained at the lace of her bra, searching for the mouth of her lover. The look in Stephen’s eyes only made her more ready and Cassie whimpered softly as she struggled against her bonds.
Stephen traced one long finger down her neck, trailing over her chest and between the valley of her breasts. “What was that, Cass?” he asked softly, leaning down to drag his teeth lightly over her jaw.
Goosebumps followed the path his finger took and Cassie tipped her head back to ease Stephen’s access to her jaw and neck. He nibbled her skin and another needy mewl fell from her lips. “Stephen, please,” she breathed, pressing her breasts up against his chest.
“Please what?”
“Please make love to me. Take me, as your wife.” They’d been together so many times, but this was different. This was forever. She was so ready to be Stephen’s wife in every way.
“Mmm, all in good time,” he murmured against her skin, shifting to swing one leg over her so he could press his hips against hers. Tormenting her was a double-edged sword; he loved seeing her so wild and out of control, as she would be soon, but it also served to torment him. It would be well worth it, though, when he finally gave into her.
She rocked against him, her breast rising and falling in time with her breathy panting. “This is a good time,” Cassie growled. The clothes needed to be gone. Stephen’s skin needed to be sliding over hers. Gods, she wanted him.
Stephen couldn’t help but snicker at her impatience. He wanted her lost to the world, mindless and boneless with pleasure when he took her for the first time in their marital bed. His hands slid between their bodies to push her dress further past her hips, lifting his own to accommodate the sliding silk.
“Is it?” he murmured, dipping his head down to trail his nose across her collarbone. “I don’t think it quite is.”
“It’s not nice to laugh at your brand new wife, you know,” she breathed, still twisting against her bonds. He was determined to take his time, to torture her with pleasure and want. There were worse things, of course, but that knowledge didn’t keep the frustrated need from her voice or slacken the taut muscles of her arms as she fought in vain for freedom of movement.
“Says who?”
“Says your wife.”
“Mmm, my wife might have to get used to that.” Reaching behind her, he pushed her dress down off her legs and watched as the silk slithered off the bed and to the ground. Turning back to her, he let his hands slide up her sides, over the smoothness of her thighs and the shapely curves of her hips. One finger traced the edge of her knickers, teasing her.
Cassie shivered, awareness buzzing across her skin so intensely that it almost hurt. “The only thing I need to get used to is your body moving over mine until we both cry out in bliss.”
"Oh, you'll never get used to that."
Shifting, Cassie ran her leg up the inside of Stephen’s, brushing her thigh against his groin. “Stephen! If you don’t get on with it, you’ll be sleeping on our non-existent sofa.” It was an empty threat, but she wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
He hissed and jerked his hand in retaliation, ripping her silk knickers from her body with a loud rip. It was near killing him to take things this slowly, but he would see her mindless and keening before he gave in to her, dammit.
“Mmmm, if I’m on the non-existent sofa, then I can’t do this,” he murmured against her collarbone as one long digit barely traced around her entrance. “Can I?”
Her hips bucked and the gasping breath his touch incited made her chest heave. Need clouded her thoughts, made her striking blue eyes hazy with want. “No,” she answered, her voice thready and light. Her thighs parted, inviting him to touch her, have her, love her. Cassie couldn’t remember ever wanting someone so badly.
Stephen’s fingers stilled, tongue flicking out to taste her skin. “What was that, Cass? I didn’t hear you.”
“No!” Cassie cried, the loss of his light touch setting her center aflame.
He snickered and let his thumb flick over her swollen nub, loving the way her hips jerked in response. “That’s what I thought,” he whispered, finally letting one long finger press into her waiting heat.
A wanton moan filled the air as Stephen finally gave her a taste of what she craved. Eyes closing, Cassie’s head rolled back, her lips parted for the panting breaths that fell from her mouth in quick succession. Wonderful as it felt, the slide of her husband’s hand did nothing to ease her desire. On the contrary, Cassie felt as though her need might consume her entirely.
Kissing his way across her chest, Stephen flicked his tongue over one rosy nipple, loving the way it pebbled in response. He gave it a quick nip, then repeated the treatment on its twin as he pressed another finger, then another into his wife.
Cassie writhed beneath him, whimpering and mewling softly at his loving ministrations. She couldn’t think; the whole of her awareness was centered on the sensations Stephen aroused in her and an all consuming fire of want.
“Come lie with me and be my love,” he murmured against her chest, flicking his thumb over her swollen nub, “and we will all the pleasures prove...”
And prove them they did. It only took the light graze of his thumb to bring her release, and Cassie cried out, hips meeting Stephen’s every movement. He knew her body better than anyone, as if it was his own.
“Had enough, my love?”
Enough? They’d hardly begun. Once her senses returned, she turned sharp blue eyes on him. “Turn me loose, husband, and get to consummating. I’ve been patient long enough.”
Stephen ‘tsked’ softly at her, running one moist fingertip along her stomach and between the valley of her breasts. “Now now, Cass, you didn’t say the magic word.”
A low growl rumbled from the slender blonde and her eyes flashed in frustration and desire. “Now,” she breathed.
He snickered, a low sound rumbling up from his chest as he drew back from her. His jacket, shoes, and socks were long since gone, but there were still a few barriers to their joint nakedness. Slowly, torturing himself nearly as bad as he was torturing his wife, he slid his Oxford off and pulled the underlying shirt up and over his head.
His belt and trousers were done away with, and Stephen’s gaze locked on Cassie’s as he pushed his boxers down over his narrow hips, lips curling at the way her body unconsciously arched towards him.
Cassie’s eyes ran over him from top to bottom, lingering hungrily on the evidence of his arousal. Rather than sating her, the release Stephen had given her only seemed to have made her want him more. “Let me loose, Stephen, and come to bed. I want my hands on you, and you on me.”
“I don’t know,” he murmured as he lowered himself back over her, fitting his hips to hers. His hands ran up along her naked sides, over her smooth breasts and back over her tight stomach. “I kinda like you like this.” Leaning down to capture her lips, he thrust into her in a smooth, long stroke.
The room echoed Cassie’s deep moan as the love of her life filled her, and her eyes fell shut a moment. It wasn’t long before she was struggling against her restraints again though, the need to touch and caress and be with Stephen overwhelming her.
“Problem?” he murmured, pulling back just enough to further their torment.
“Why don’t you want me to touch you?” she breathed, her eyes questioning even as she whimpered in want.
It was no more than a thought, his fingers reaching out to dance over her skin as he undid the spells he’d cast on her hands. “Who said I didn’t?”
Gasping in relief, Cassie pulled him close, her lips on his neck as her fingers ran the length of his back. She relished the feel of his skin beneath her hands, his body close to hers. “So much better when I can hold you. Love you.”
“God, I love you,” Stephen growled, his fingers rough as he grasped her smooth skin. His lips found hers in a harsh, needy kiss; teeth and tongues melding in a dance for dominance.
Low moans, soft panting breaths poured from her lips as her husband loved her. Her husband. Marriage was never something she’d thought much about before she met Stephen, but there was no ignoring how right this was. They were meant for each other. Rocking into the steady roll of his hips, Cassie’d never been happier.
“C’mon, love,” he murmured, reaching between their bodies to pinch and rub at her swollen nub. He was close, so close, but he wouldn’t fall over the edge until she’d lost herself again. He wanted to see her head thrown back in pleasure, hear her call his name once more.
Closing her eyes, Cassie’s cries grew louder by the moment. Her back arched, toes curling as her release pounded through her. “Stephen!, she screamed before words became impossible and it was only her wordless keening that echoed through the vast room.
He couldn’t hold out any longer. Hips grinding against hers, Stephen let himself spill into her body as his release washed over him. Breathing ragged, his head dropped to her chest as he inhaled deeply, letting the smell of her skin and sex fill his senses.
Cassie’s fingers swept lightly over Stephen’s back, a calming motion as her senses slowly returned. “No turning back now, love. I’m well and truly your wife,” she said softly, a smile in her voice. “‘Til death do us part.”
“For the rest of our lives.”
“So, Mrs. Cornfoot,” he said, pausing a beat before sweeping her up into his arms, “welcome home.”
Cassie looked up at the large home that was where she and Stephen would start their life together. Today was the beginning of that life, for better or worse, ‘til death would they part. Eyes tearing up a little, she kissed her new husband sweetly. “I believe you have one last official act to perform before we’re really home.”
“I’m aware of that, wife,” he said, nipping at her lip gently. “Why else do you think I Apparated us outside instead of in our bedroom?”
“Get to crossing the threshold then, husband,” she teased, repaying his nip with one of her own. “I want to be very thorough in consummating our troth, so we ought to get started on that right away.”
“You want to be thorough?” he queried, magicking the front door open with a wave of his hand. Pausing in front of the open frame for one moment, he let his lips linger over hers before pulling back with a knowing smile.
“I can do thorough,” he said, stepping across the threshold.
The look in his eyes had her heart beating faster and awareness blossomed in her body. Slightly breathless, Cassie murmured, “Then take me to bed, Stephen. I want to make love to my husband.”
"Oh is that what we're doing here?" he teased, a smirk pulling at his lips. Her breathy tone and dazed gaze were both indicative of the arousal she-- and he-- felt, but he couldn't resist a bit of teasing before he took her to their bed.
Arching a perfectly-shaped brow, she asked, “Don’t you want to take me as your wife? In every way?”
“Every way and then some,” Stephen promised, leaning in to press a slow, lingering kiss to her lips.
His footsteps echoed across the empty mansion as he started up the marble steps towards the master bedroom suite. There hadn’t been much time, what with planning the wedding and getting their joint affairs in order, to decorate Sans Souci. The rooms lay in wait for furnishings, bare of any adornments and waiting to be transformed from a house into a home. Every room was empty.
Save one.
Without relinquishing his hold on Cassie, he waved his hand to open the door and crossed into their room. That one, he had made sure was decorated and ready for the arrival of the new Mr. and Mrs. Cornfoot.
Cassie’s eyes moved rapidly from place to place, taking in the luxurious decor of their new bedroom. Stephen hadn’t let her know what he’d been up to and the result of his effort took her breath away. “It’s beautiful,” she said at last as her gaze turned to her new husband.
His eyes were on her when he replied, “Yes, it is,” and lowered his lips to hers, tasting her slowly.
Spilling a soft sigh from her lips to his, she cupped Stephen’s face in her hands and returned the kiss fervently. Cassie had been blessed to grow up in the Montgomery family, and there was no replacing her parents and sisters, but being Stephen’s wife felt so right. It was an addition to her blessings rather than a trade of one for another. “Make love to me, Mr. Cornfoot.”
“With pleasure, Mrs. Cornfoot.”
Crossing to the large bed in the middle of the room, draped with soft sheets and heaped with downy pillows, Stephen’s arms were gentle as he laid her down in the middle of it. His hands reverently stroked along her bare shoulders and arms, calloused hands caressing smooth skin until he reached the end and linked their fingers together.
Shifting over her, he took her hands and trapped them over her head, a small smirk growing as he ducked his head and ran his nose along the column of her neck. Perfect.
Her husband hovered above her, his breath tickling her skin as he let her feel his nearness, but restricted her ability to pull him closer. Cassie’s own breathing quickened, the soft pants passing through parted lips. It was true she and Stephen were no strangers to each other’s bodies. They’d been physical from the first night. That familiarity didn’t diminish the anticipation of this night in the slightest, though. Tonight was the first time she would make love to the man she’d pledged her life and love to, the first time they’d be together in a home they shared, and the weight of that added something undefinable to the occasion. She’d been waiting for Stephen her whole life without even knowing it.
Arching off the bed, Cassie pressed her body to his as well as his grip would allow, a purr of want filling the air. “Stephen.”
“Patience, Cass,” he murmured, lips curling even more against her skin. He could feel the tension running through her lithe form, and it only served to feed his ardor.
“When have I ever been patient?” she challenged, one brow rising though he couldn’t see it. Her hands were still pinned, but her legs were free and Cassie curled one long limb around to skim along his trousers. “I need you.”
And he needed her. Merlin, did he need her. Her arrival in his life had blindsided him at a dark moment, bringing him out of the bottle and blowing a spark of life back into him. Stephen wanted nothing more than to make her happy, and he was planning to spend every day of the rest of his life trying to be good enough for her.
But for now, it was too much fun to make her wait, to draw out the anticipation and sweetness of their first joining as man and wife. Tiny, sucking kisses trailed along her fluttering pulse, doing no more than stoking the flames that simmered between them.
Little panting breaths and quiet whimpers left her as she writhed beneath him. Cassie loved the way Stephen made her feel, loved the singular focus he bestowed on her whenever they were intimate. She was young yet though, and still struggled with the flash and fire of that youth. The slow, molten burn of her husband’s more mature passion was something she was still learning to master.
Using one hand to pin both her wrists, Stephen let his free hand slide beneath her back to the long row of pearlescent buttons running along her spine. Slowly, teasingly, he flicked them open one by one, taking his time as his lips traversed down her bare shoulder.
Cassie could feel the growing dampness between her legs, her center aching to be filled. It was blissful torture the way he held her immobile. The light brushes of contact only stoking the flames of her desire. “Gods Stephen, if you don’t make love to me soon you might find yourself a widower when I expire from sexual tension.”
He gave a soft ‘tsk,’ continuing along his task to open her dress. “Buck up, love,” he murmured against her skin, lips curling in smug satisfaction. “We’re doing things my way tonight.”
“Bully,” she teased, still writhing beneath him suggestively. The bodice of her gown grew looser with each twitch of Stephen’s fingers, but she ached for him to touch more than the skin already exposed. Her breasts, stomach, legs, center - they needed the caress of his hands, the warmth of his lips. “You know how much I want you.”
“Do I?” he asked, his voice low with a hint of mirth. Upon flicking up the last button, he breathed a spell against her skin to keep her wrists immobile, freeing his other hand. Sitting back on his heels, he couldn’t help but smirk as she arched, testing the magic that kept her bound.
Cassie pulled, but it was a fruitless effort. “Don’t you want to touch me, Stephen?” She knew he did; Stephen always wanted her. How he was holding back now was beyond her. For her part, Cassie was ready to burst from the tension building inside her.
“Oh, I plan on it,” he replied smoothly. Reaching up, he slowly pulled her dress down her torso, leaving her clad only in her lacy lingerie from the waist up. Perfect. “All night long, until you’ve not the strength to do more or the voice to scream my name any longer.”
Exposed to the air, her nipples strained at the lace of her bra, searching for the mouth of her lover. The look in Stephen’s eyes only made her more ready and Cassie whimpered softly as she struggled against her bonds.
Stephen traced one long finger down her neck, trailing over her chest and between the valley of her breasts. “What was that, Cass?” he asked softly, leaning down to drag his teeth lightly over her jaw.
Goosebumps followed the path his finger took and Cassie tipped her head back to ease Stephen’s access to her jaw and neck. He nibbled her skin and another needy mewl fell from her lips. “Stephen, please,” she breathed, pressing her breasts up against his chest.
“Please what?”
“Please make love to me. Take me, as your wife.” They’d been together so many times, but this was different. This was forever. She was so ready to be Stephen’s wife in every way.
“Mmm, all in good time,” he murmured against her skin, shifting to swing one leg over her so he could press his hips against hers. Tormenting her was a double-edged sword; he loved seeing her so wild and out of control, as she would be soon, but it also served to torment him. It would be well worth it, though, when he finally gave into her.
She rocked against him, her breast rising and falling in time with her breathy panting. “This is a good time,” Cassie growled. The clothes needed to be gone. Stephen’s skin needed to be sliding over hers. Gods, she wanted him.
Stephen couldn’t help but snicker at her impatience. He wanted her lost to the world, mindless and boneless with pleasure when he took her for the first time in their marital bed. His hands slid between their bodies to push her dress further past her hips, lifting his own to accommodate the sliding silk.
“Is it?” he murmured, dipping his head down to trail his nose across her collarbone. “I don’t think it quite is.”
“It’s not nice to laugh at your brand new wife, you know,” she breathed, still twisting against her bonds. He was determined to take his time, to torture her with pleasure and want. There were worse things, of course, but that knowledge didn’t keep the frustrated need from her voice or slacken the taut muscles of her arms as she fought in vain for freedom of movement.
“Says who?”
“Says your wife.”
“Mmm, my wife might have to get used to that.” Reaching behind her, he pushed her dress down off her legs and watched as the silk slithered off the bed and to the ground. Turning back to her, he let his hands slide up her sides, over the smoothness of her thighs and the shapely curves of her hips. One finger traced the edge of her knickers, teasing her.
Cassie shivered, awareness buzzing across her skin so intensely that it almost hurt. “The only thing I need to get used to is your body moving over mine until we both cry out in bliss.”
"Oh, you'll never get used to that."
Shifting, Cassie ran her leg up the inside of Stephen’s, brushing her thigh against his groin. “Stephen! If you don’t get on with it, you’ll be sleeping on our non-existent sofa.” It was an empty threat, but she wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
He hissed and jerked his hand in retaliation, ripping her silk knickers from her body with a loud rip. It was near killing him to take things this slowly, but he would see her mindless and keening before he gave in to her, dammit.
“Mmmm, if I’m on the non-existent sofa, then I can’t do this,” he murmured against her collarbone as one long digit barely traced around her entrance. “Can I?”
Her hips bucked and the gasping breath his touch incited made her chest heave. Need clouded her thoughts, made her striking blue eyes hazy with want. “No,” she answered, her voice thready and light. Her thighs parted, inviting him to touch her, have her, love her. Cassie couldn’t remember ever wanting someone so badly.
Stephen’s fingers stilled, tongue flicking out to taste her skin. “What was that, Cass? I didn’t hear you.”
“No!” Cassie cried, the loss of his light touch setting her center aflame.
He snickered and let his thumb flick over her swollen nub, loving the way her hips jerked in response. “That’s what I thought,” he whispered, finally letting one long finger press into her waiting heat.
A wanton moan filled the air as Stephen finally gave her a taste of what she craved. Eyes closing, Cassie’s head rolled back, her lips parted for the panting breaths that fell from her mouth in quick succession. Wonderful as it felt, the slide of her husband’s hand did nothing to ease her desire. On the contrary, Cassie felt as though her need might consume her entirely.
Kissing his way across her chest, Stephen flicked his tongue over one rosy nipple, loving the way it pebbled in response. He gave it a quick nip, then repeated the treatment on its twin as he pressed another finger, then another into his wife.
Cassie writhed beneath him, whimpering and mewling softly at his loving ministrations. She couldn’t think; the whole of her awareness was centered on the sensations Stephen aroused in her and an all consuming fire of want.
“Come lie with me and be my love,” he murmured against her chest, flicking his thumb over her swollen nub, “and we will all the pleasures prove...”
And prove them they did. It only took the light graze of his thumb to bring her release, and Cassie cried out, hips meeting Stephen’s every movement. He knew her body better than anyone, as if it was his own.
“Had enough, my love?”
Enough? They’d hardly begun. Once her senses returned, she turned sharp blue eyes on him. “Turn me loose, husband, and get to consummating. I’ve been patient long enough.”
Stephen ‘tsked’ softly at her, running one moist fingertip along her stomach and between the valley of her breasts. “Now now, Cass, you didn’t say the magic word.”
A low growl rumbled from the slender blonde and her eyes flashed in frustration and desire. “Now,” she breathed.
He snickered, a low sound rumbling up from his chest as he drew back from her. His jacket, shoes, and socks were long since gone, but there were still a few barriers to their joint nakedness. Slowly, torturing himself nearly as bad as he was torturing his wife, he slid his Oxford off and pulled the underlying shirt up and over his head.
His belt and trousers were done away with, and Stephen’s gaze locked on Cassie’s as he pushed his boxers down over his narrow hips, lips curling at the way her body unconsciously arched towards him.
Cassie’s eyes ran over him from top to bottom, lingering hungrily on the evidence of his arousal. Rather than sating her, the release Stephen had given her only seemed to have made her want him more. “Let me loose, Stephen, and come to bed. I want my hands on you, and you on me.”
“I don’t know,” he murmured as he lowered himself back over her, fitting his hips to hers. His hands ran up along her naked sides, over her smooth breasts and back over her tight stomach. “I kinda like you like this.” Leaning down to capture her lips, he thrust into her in a smooth, long stroke.
The room echoed Cassie’s deep moan as the love of her life filled her, and her eyes fell shut a moment. It wasn’t long before she was struggling against her restraints again though, the need to touch and caress and be with Stephen overwhelming her.
“Problem?” he murmured, pulling back just enough to further their torment.
“Why don’t you want me to touch you?” she breathed, her eyes questioning even as she whimpered in want.
It was no more than a thought, his fingers reaching out to dance over her skin as he undid the spells he’d cast on her hands. “Who said I didn’t?”
Gasping in relief, Cassie pulled him close, her lips on his neck as her fingers ran the length of his back. She relished the feel of his skin beneath her hands, his body close to hers. “So much better when I can hold you. Love you.”
“God, I love you,” Stephen growled, his fingers rough as he grasped her smooth skin. His lips found hers in a harsh, needy kiss; teeth and tongues melding in a dance for dominance.
Low moans, soft panting breaths poured from her lips as her husband loved her. Her husband. Marriage was never something she’d thought much about before she met Stephen, but there was no ignoring how right this was. They were meant for each other. Rocking into the steady roll of his hips, Cassie’d never been happier.
“C’mon, love,” he murmured, reaching between their bodies to pinch and rub at her swollen nub. He was close, so close, but he wouldn’t fall over the edge until she’d lost herself again. He wanted to see her head thrown back in pleasure, hear her call his name once more.
Closing her eyes, Cassie’s cries grew louder by the moment. Her back arched, toes curling as her release pounded through her. “Stephen!, she screamed before words became impossible and it was only her wordless keening that echoed through the vast room.
He couldn’t hold out any longer. Hips grinding against hers, Stephen let himself spill into her body as his release washed over him. Breathing ragged, his head dropped to her chest as he inhaled deeply, letting the smell of her skin and sex fill his senses.
Cassie’s fingers swept lightly over Stephen’s back, a calming motion as her senses slowly returned. “No turning back now, love. I’m well and truly your wife,” she said softly, a smile in her voice. “‘Til death do us part.”
“For the rest of our lives.”