Page 62 of Sir Hugo Seeks a Wife
By the time he pulled her forward and tasted her again, Athene was as loose as wet string.She gasped as heat blasted her.Then another, when he concentrated on her center of pleasure.He’d touched her there before, to volcanic effect.The hot suction of his lips felt different, but just as good.In a silent signal to proceed, she widened her legs and angled upward.
With a low groan of satisfaction, he explored the folds of her sex with an enthusiasm that she couldn’t mistake.When his tongue penetrated her, she cried out at the searing sensation and started the ascent to ecstasy.
Good Lord above, she’d had no idea.This was astonishing.Like riding the sun.This time when her hands clasped his head, she pulled his hair.
He brought one hand up to rub that extraordinarily sensitive nub of flesh, as he lapped at her.The breathless climb ended with every cell exploding into ecstasy.Tipping over the edge of the world into glory, she cried out again.
Athene waited for Hugo to rise and push into her, but he kept working on her.He seemed determined to prolong her pleasure.She still shuddered from one climax as he brought her to another.This was swifter, the spasms more powerful.
Still he didn’t relent.Again and again, she scaled the heights in a rain of carnal fire that left her unsure when she reached one peak and launched the rise to the next.
Finally, exhaustion claimed her.One last ripple before she collapsed boneless on the bed.She closed dazed eyes.With fumbling fingers, she reached down to stroke his hair.
“Enough.”Her voice was croaky.She’d lost count of how many times she’d screamed in abandon during that remarkable interval.
“I said you’d like it.”
She was too spent to do much more than respond with a breath of laughter.“I’ll let you say ‘I told you so.’”
Her hand flopped away from his head and she felt him stand up.She lifted leaden eyelids to see that his robe had loosened while he was on his knees.She had a clear view of his body.He was hard and heavy.When he closed his hand around his rod, she realized that he intended to spend in his fist.
“Don’t waste that,” she murmured.
“You’re tired.”
“Not that tired.Although you might have to do all the work.”
“I don’t deserve you,” he muttered, even as he took hold of her thighs.He hauled her up, as she thought he meant to do before those astonishing moments when he’d used his mouth on her.
Even through her well-pleasured weariness, she felt his gentleness.When he pushed forward, he took his time.With a soft welcome, her body accepted him.
Athene crooked her legs around Hugo’s buttocks, as he set up a steady rhythm.She loved having him close like this, although after what had just happened, a climax was surely out of reach.
But each time he filled her, he chipped away a little more of her old unhappiness.In return, she was glad to offer him release without seeking her own every time.
Except…
Her crisis started as a distant niggle that built and built into an avalanche.She moaned and rocked and clasped his arms with shaking hands.The stars had descended from the skies to sparkle around her, before he pulled free and took himself in his hand.With a guttural exhalation, he spilled into his fist after all.
Hugo picked up a towel and wiped away the sticky mess.Sending her a glowing look, he dropped the strip of linen to the floor.“You’re a lover beyond my wildest dreams, Athene.”
Warmth permeated her.A warmth unrelated to the sensual heat that flared between them.“And you’re a lover who takes my breath away.I had no idea that…”
One of those wonderfully sweet smiles curved his lips, as he bent to kiss her.Soft and gentle, the way he’d just made love to her.
They slid around until their heads rested on the pillows.Hugo took her in his arms, arranging her against him.He pulled the covers up and settled with a contented sigh.It seemed that at last his mighty store of vitality guttered low, like the candles around the room.
Athene lay cocooned in warmth and security.She pressed her face against his chest so he wouldn’t see the tears in her eyes.He shifted onto his side and with a sleepy murmur, cuddled her nearer.
She’d just enjoyed the most decadent night of her life.A night of such splendor that few women ever had the chance to experience.For the last ten years, she’d considered herself mired in indelible sin.Yet right now, she felt as pure as that wayward girl who had grown up at Clere Towers.
There was no sense in it.But somehow with his generosity and sensual skill, Hugo had vanquished the shame that had blighted her existence for so long.He’d worked a miracle.
Now she rested in his arms and recognized that this was forever for her now.She was with him until he sent her away.As surely he would when he came to his senses.
He’d spoken with such ease about sacrificing the chance to have children.In this first flush of passion, she suspected that he meant it.But that wouldn’t last.He’d end up marrying a woman of pristine reputation and fertile womb who gave him a string of bouncing, golden-haired babies.And how on earth would Athene survive that?
So marry him.He’s asked you.
