Page 24 of The Rebellious Countess
Jesus H Christ, he’d just got his cock under control, but images of her being tied to his bed—naked—well that was enough to make a man of the Cross go hard. “Tonight we can share, but not again.” He could make it one night without touching her, couldn’t he?
She had one night to see him, all of him, and no matter what the cost, she would see her husband the way she should have seen him on her wedding night. Not just his face in repose, or his…his cock in the shadows, but in all its glory. She would see the part of him that was made to pleasure a woman beyond her imaginings. The part that stood strong and proud at that very moment, proclaiming his manhood as it tented the towel he wrapped himself in, like a steeple on a church.
How many women had prayed to his steeple? Yet there he lay on the top of the covers, spread out on his back, arms resting under his head as if it didn’t bother him in the least. Iseabail had said a man became hard when they were aroused, and Máira didn’t think he would have been able to hide that all the time they’d spent together before they were married. So how did he sleep? Didn’t it drive him to near insanity? The embroidery onthe nightdress she was wearing was driving her nipples mad with the rise and fall of her chest. She dared not breathe, which made her wonder how the towel felt on the tip of his cock.
Her curiosity won out. She had to see all of him basked in light of the moon, not hidden in the shadows. He was her husband, and if she never experienced this again, she wanted to remember Elias as the man who loved her—even if he felt only lust, she deserved that much.
“Are you awake?” she whispered.
His breathing stayed steady and strong and she took the opportunity to pull the coverlet back and slowly rise from the bed. Her feet silently hit the floor, and she peeked over her shoulder to see if he’d stirred. Finding him unmoved, Máira tiptoed to the foot of the bed and froze when the floorboard squeaked. Heart pounding in her ears as loudly as her little sister banging on the pots in the kitchen, she held her breath while she waited and watched for any sign of movement. When she reached the silent count of twenty, she breathed a sigh of relief and continued around the footboard to his side of the bed where the light of the full moon illuminated his entire body.
She marveled at the curly strands of hair falling across his forehead. Even still wet from his bath, she wanted to twist it around her fingertips. She let her gaze caress his prominent cheekbones and aquiline nose that contradicted his strong jaw, showcasing several days of whisker growth. She allowed herself to study his statuesque shoulders and broad chest, marveling at masculine growth of hair covering the contours of muscle and sinew. Her breath hitched as he moaned, and her gaze darted to his closed eyes as he shifted his leg out from under the bed cloth covering his lower body.
Even his large foot appeared strong and capable and oddly alluring, but it was the part of him that remained covered that she was curious to study. Where hair from his navel traveleddownward as if paving a walkway for a woman’s fingers to travel to his—cock.
Just thinking the word to herself made her cheeks fill with heat, or perhaps it was because his cock still stood tall and proud despite him sleeping.
Did it hurt? She couldn’t imagine suffering something so uncomfortable while sleeping. She had seen his manhood twice now—the first time, she’d been too shocked to even know if she’d seen what she’d thought she’d seen. The second time when she’d been sitting in her bath, she’d been too embarrassed and averted her gaze. Now, she wanted to see him completely before it was too late.
It was her right as his wife, by fraud or by manipulation, it didn’t matter. If he could use her in such a manner, then she had every blasted right to discover everything she possibly could about the male form. About his form. Glancing at his face to ensure he still slept, she carefully lifted the bed linen off his impressive cock and exposed him all the way down to his other foot.
Her breath hitched and became ragged as she examined him with wonder. They would never…ever fit. Even now, it seemed inconceivable that those powerful hips, defined by the V-line of muscle leading to his slim waist, could drive into her with so much force and cause no pain. He would tear her in two, and if she somehow survived, she would be so sore, walking would be difficult. Yet knowing all of that, even now her body prepared to take him just the same. Dampness built between her thighs, and her nipples hardened with anticipation.
When his hand stirred, she nearly yelped, then stood rooted to the floor as his long slender fingers wrapped around the thick base of his cock and stroked. He made a slight noise as if he was in pain and her gaze flew to his face, but still he slept. Shewatched as his hand moved up and down his shaft, squeezing and pulling until a small bead of moisture appeared at the tip.
She had seen the images in one of Iseabail’s books of a woman’s mouth over a man and the sudden urge to experience that very act, drew her closer. He smelled fresh and clean and something indescribably masculine that made her want to taste him even more. With another glance at his face to ensure he slept, she lowered her lips, paused once more as her breathing increased and then licked the pearl of moisture from the tip of his cock. He was salty and delectable, and a sigh of pure pleasure escaped her mouth. His hand hesitated, his body stiffened and she nearly ducked down behind the bed, until he resumed his stroking up and down his length. She lowered her head once more and took the tip of him into her mouth and nearly groaned with the sensation. His supple skin was smoother than anything she’d ever felt. It teased her senses, and she immediately thought of iron wrapped in rose petals. Elias’s own analogy described his most intimate part.
Tentatively she explored him with her lips and tongue. Kissing and licking, she found his clean, masculine scent utterly intoxicating, making her want more and more. She encircled the head with her tongue, then lowered her mouth further and further, imitating the action she’d read about in the book. His breathing grew ragged, matching her own, and his cock jerked in her mouth. Suddenly he was grabbing her hand and placing it where his had been.
She glanced up to see if he was truly awake, but his eyes were still closed, his lips still parted as if she wasn’t exploring his body in the most intimate way possible. With his hand covering hers, she wrapped her fingers around him and moved them up and down, following the motion with her mouth, and a groan escaped his lips. He released her hand only to grip the knot of hair at her nape as he guided his shaft deeper into her mouth,and his hips began to thrust upward as he forced her head down. She gagged once, and he eased the pressure on the back of her head, but not enough to allow her to pull away.
She didn’t want to pull away. Something about this man had awoken a taste for carnality within her. She was lost in the passion and desire he alone had stirred to life. Wanting to give as much as she took, she swirled her tongue around the ridge, stroking the pulsing vein with the tip of her tongue before she flattened her tongue to take in the entire length of him. Again, she gagged, but found if she breathed through her nose, she could take him in deeper.
A low growl vibrated through his chest, and she moaned in response. She caught a glimpse of his other hand wrapped in the bedding and knew he was close to his pleasure. This entire act should shock her, instead it enflamed a desire to please him.
Her sister had wanted her to go to the marriage bed with knowledge, not blindness, and they had talked and discussed for hours. Iseabail had given her several books to read, and Máira had ended up with more education about sex than most married women of thetonexperience in a lifetime—yet still, she remained untouched.
Máira cupped between his legs and gently squeezed, exploring every inch of him. A shiver went through his stomach muscles, he gripped her hair harder; controlling her movement, he thrust into her mouth, and she sucked in a breath. The motion seemed to drive his need out of control and his cock pulsed in her mouth. She sucked him harder, not knowing what to expect until thick cords of liquid shot to the back of her throat forcing her to swallow again and again, his salty seed spilling from her lips as he released her hair and his arm flopped over his eyes as if it had all been too much to bear.
A heavy sigh escaped his lips, and it was as if he never woke. She smiled. He wasn’t the only one who could drive the otherbeyond the brink of control to exhaustion. She went to the wash basin and grabbed a clean cloth. After cleaning her face of the evidence of their sins, she returned to the bed and washed his body.
His cock was still long and thick and somewhat firm, but it lay against his thigh as if it too were completely satisfied. This was how she wanted to remember him. In her mind’s eye she drew his form, strong and powerful, raw and replete.
“Thank you, Elias,” she whispered, and lay down next to him and fell sound asleep.
Six
Dearest wife,
I know you are extremely concerned about Máira’s safety, but I do have a bit of good news. I gave Mr. Payne the information you obtained from the registrar. It seems our brother-in-law is quite famous in the spy business; he is also known to be a gentleman. I can only surmise that he was on a mission and needed a wife, or he truly did fall in love with your lovely sister. It is not out of the realm of possibilities. I am not making excuses for his lies—we can only hope that he included Máira in the ruse from the beginning and that she is seeking an adventure as most young people do.
I have an appointment with Mr. Williamson day after tomorrow and will demand answers. I have no doubt he knows more than he let on in our first meeting and I vow to obtain the answers you require.
Please do not fret so. Our son needs you strong and healthy. I have only been able to make it through this wretched session because I know you both are well and he is in your hands. I am counting down the days and the hours until I hold you once again in my arms.
You own my heart,
Nash
