Page 74 of Baron in Check
She put her hand on his crotch, and he closed his eyes as if he had to bear an enormous weight. When she pressed a little harder, he unbuttoned his breeches and hurried out of them.
There he was, perfection in the nude.
“It’s my turn this time,” she whispered, unable to make eye contact for his wide shoulders tapered to narrow hips with ridges just below the protrusion of the bones. And in the middle, hard as a club forged of rock, pulsed the evidence of his arousal, so eager for her touch that it stood up flat against his lower abdomen.
“It’s not about turns, it’s not chess,” he rasped but Hermy only shrugged, eyeing her brand new husband like an erotic buffet.
Hermy licked her lips.
At that, Greg pressed an impatient kiss onto her mouth, and she fumbled, trailed her hands over his body, and he groaned just long enough for her to break the kiss and push him backward.
He complied but blinked with the shyness of the boy she once knew, the curiosity of the lover, and the warmth of her groom.
“I told you, it’s my turn.” Hermy drew him to the edge of the bed, and when she wrapped both hands around his shaft he leaned against the pole at the foot of the bed.
His breathing came heavy, and he looked down, a vein pulsing on his forehead and his eyes glued to her caresses.
Hermy’s fingers itched to trace the outline of each muscle, to learn the texture of his skin, to discover the warmth that lay beneath. As she watched him, Hermy realized that this man, her husband, was her haven and adventure. In the curve of his neck and the strength of his torso, she found not just physical allure but a promise of endless discovery, of shared laughter and whispered confidences, of passion and tenderness intertwined. And in that moment, she knew she would spend a lifetime exploring the depth of love that lay within the contours of his heart, just as she delighted in the contours of his form.
And so she gave his tip a kiss.
He bucked and exhaled sharply but she knew she hadn’t hurt him. “You don’t have to do this.”
She looked up to him and traced the entire length of his shaft, from its base to the tip, in one languid motion, never breaking his gaze. His mouth opened just like it had that night he’d found her trying on her new underthings. He watched intently.
Then she opened her mouth and took his tip in. A bead of saltiness let her know that he liked her kisses, so she continued. She swirled her tongue around the hard length of him, but his girth was too much to take in more deeply.
She sucked the tip and let it go, instead pushing the soft skin that enveloped it until she reached the base and cradled his balls in her hand.
“Stop!” He groaned, but he didn’t sound convincing, so she continued.
He reached for her hand on his cock and interlaced his fingers with hers. “Stop!” he said again in a deeper voice.
Then he arched his back against the poll and slid down with a groan, his muscles flexing as he opened his mouth and bared his perfect rows of white teeth. “You are killing me.”
Then he put both hands under her arms and pulled her up, pressing her against him.
The hunger in his gaze was palpable and Hermy was so starved for him, she could barely breathe.
Her lips swelled with anticipation, and he looked at them just before he tilted his head and rested his forehead on hers.
“I want you to live forever,” she said.
“Nobody lives forever.”
“Our love shall. I have so much to give you, it’s enough for several lifetimes.”
Greg’s pulsequickened as he finally understood. So that was what Eve Pearler had meant, the love was enough for several generations into the future. In a way, his father had ended their line, but Greg and Hermy were starting a new one.
Greg put his hand on her stomach. “Do you want me to use protection?”
She laid her hand over his, considering the matter. “You need an heir.” Then she turned her hand and pulled his to her heart. “And a spare.” She unfolded his fingers and placed a kiss in thecenter of his palm. Greg held on to the kiss and cradled her rosy cheek in his hand. They held each other’s gazes for a while. “And perhaps a princess to follow the queen’s footsteps?”
“Little girls like to dance on my feet,” he said with a half-smile.
“So you want a girl first, then two boys?”
“Girl, boy, boy, girl.” He beamed. “Or any order. As long as I can love them as much as I love you.”
