Page 51 of Revealing a Rogue
She blinked. “I’ve another?” Her brow furrowed into a frown.
“You said you had two.” The mischievous twinkle in his eyes reappeared.
Tilting her head, Bronwyn answered, “Aye. I love you, and I want to be your wife.”
He crushed his lips to hers. She threw her arms over his shoulders and about his neck. Her skirts tangled and twisted as she struggled to shift her legs in an attempt to straddle him. Landon’s hands moved down to her waist, and he lifted her with him as he stood.
What was he doing? He’d said earlier he wanted her atop, straddling him—her favorite position.
The hem of her dress inched up her leg, the material bunching in Landon’s hand. With her legs freed from the material, she wrapped them around his waist.
Winding her fingers in his hair, she said, “I want to make love with you.”
Landon lowered both hands to rest on the underside of her bottom. “Loosen your hold on me, love.”
She obeyed. Landon lowered her until her hands interlocked behind his neck. How many more positions were possible? Her husband was constantly introducing her to new possibilities, playing havoc with her preferences.
The stiff material of his falls grazed against her core as he ground his hips to hers. She needed him inside of her. She slid her right hand down Landon’s glorious chest and stomach, basking in the way his muscles always twitched beneath her touch. It was a heady experience she would never tire of.
He shifted to allow space for her hand to slip between them and unfasten his buttons. Bronwyn stroked Landon’s erect shaft as it sprung free. He groaned in her ear as his cock increased in size. The anticipation of having him in her was torture. Finally, he lifted her higher and she positioned his tip at her entrance. She released her hold on him as he lowered her inch by inch, until he was deep inside of her. Incapable of rational thought, she moaned her delight. Her pleasure mounted. Landon set a leisurely pace, long slow strokes in and out. Impatient to find her release, she repositioned her hands to his shoulders to gain additional leverage. She increased the tempo. Landon’s breathing became labored, and a burst of worry broke through her dazed mind.
Breathlessly, she asked, “Are you well?” Bronwyn slowed but did not cease her movements. “Should we stop?”
“No.” He pumped into her long and hard. “I’m well.”
She didn’t believe him. Bronwyn circled her hips, squeezing her thighs tight and lifting herself to plaster her chest to his. With the tip of his cock remaining inside her, she said, “Enjoyable, but you know what my preferences are.”
“Remind me.” Landon’s voice was strained, and his stare held a challenge.
Fully aware verbal sparring and sharing her likes in detail heightened Landon’s excitement, she ran her tongue along the edge of his ear. “I prefer it faster. Deeper. Harder.” Bronwyn relaxed her arms and legs to take all of him in her again. With him deep inside, she flexed the muscles at her core.
“Minx, tell me what you want.”
Landon loved clear and succinct answers. Adopting a no-nonsense tone, she said, “I need your hands free to pinch my nipples and slap my bum. I want to ride you.”
“What if I suggest an alternative?” Desire and a hint of mischief filled Landon’s eyes.
She leaned back. The movement caused his engorged shaft to sink deeper, and she moaned as little waves of excitement rolled throughout her.
Licking her lips, she asked, “Will this new position satisfy all my requirements?”
“Hmm. Yes, I believe it will.” Landon’s fingers dug into her waist. He slid her higher and ordered, “Lower your legs.”
She did as her husband instructed and unwrapped her legs from his waist. He lowered her until her feet were firmly planted back on the floor. Knees weak, she held onto Landon for support.
His hands glided up her over her ribs and down along her arms. He grabbed her wrists and brought them together. Holding her wrists with one hand, he stepped to the side. Landon positioned her hands to rest along the frame of the settee so she stood, bent at the waist. Her husband skimmed his hands over her back and said, “Don’t remove your hands.”
Landon disappeared from sight. Her hand lifted from the back of the settee as she turned to look over her shoulder. Landon lifted her skirts and, with one hand, held them in place, bunched at her waist. His other hand grazed over her right bottom cheek. She inhaled and waited for the fleeting sting of her husband’s hand against her skin that would send moisture pooling between her legs. But Landon was in no rush.
His dimple appeared. “I told you not to move your hands.”
Bronwyn’s pulse raced at the devilish twinkle in her husband’s eyes. She turned back around and replaced her hand where he had instructed to keep them in place. Instead of her husband’s palm, the broad tip of Landon’s hardened shaft slid down the crack between her bottom and then along her wet slit.
She released a deep, desire-filled moan. Bronwyn’s eyes closed, and her head rolled forward. She wanted him inside of her. She rocked her bottom back toward him. His fingers dug into her hips. His cock filled her in one long, hard stroke—exactly the way she wanted him to. Bronwyn cried out in ecstasy.
Landon’s hand roamed higher and snaked around to fondle her breast, bringing him deeper within her. Her rake of a husband circled his hips as he pinched her nipple. Shivers ran down the middle of her back. Her back arched, filling Landon’s hand with her breast. He responded by giving it a hard squeeze as he began to pump hard into her.
He withdrew his hand. She wanted to plead for it to return but just as she was about to vocalize her wish, his palm slapped against her bottom and her inner muscles spasmed.
