Page 98 of The Scent of Intuition
Alfie swallowed hard.
Bea still held the flask and poured some more oil onto her hand, then rubbed it on her chest, down onto her stomach, and then, Alfie forgot to breathe. He bent down to press a tender kiss onto the anointed spots, his lips lingering as if savoring the scent and sensation. She tugged at her chemise and Alfie allowed just enough distance between them to disrobe.
Alfie nodded and pulled his shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor. Bea hooked her fingers into his breeches, tugging at the waistband.
“You first,” Alfie rasped. Apparently, his bride was the exact amount of beauty that turned him into a stammering green boy, so in awe was he of her allure.
Bea crossed her arms, picked up the hem of her chemise, and elegantly pulled it over her head. Then she removed her stays and stockings.
She was naked perfection. And she smelled like a dessert, tasted like honey, and felt like the finest silk.
Before long, they were both naked and Bea sank onto the bed, wrapping her arms around Alfie’s neck and pulling him down. He climbed over her, his cock throbbing. This time, finally wed, he’d allow himself to go all the way. As if pulled by a magnet, his tip found the apex of her legs, but he didn’t allow himself to move farther.
Not yet.
“Do you want me to use protection?”
“But we are married,” Bea said, arching a brow. “Do you need it?”
Alfie stroked a few strands of hair from her forehead and then dug his hand into the silky lushness of the mane upon which her head rested. She was so precious and so beautiful that it hurt to look at her.
“I won’t be able to hold back, and I want to feel you climax around me.” He knew it sounded harsh, but he needed her to be aware. He wouldn’t ever do anything without her permission. “If I pour myself into you, you might get pregnant.”
Alfie chastised himself for the clinical touch he’d brought into their wedding night but there was so much she didn’t know. He just didn’t want any surprises for her that she didn’t welcome.
“I know what will happen, Pippa told me.”
Alfie rolled his eyes and pursed his lips. “She and Nick…?”
Bea nodded and grinned as if she’d been privy to the most delicious secrets. “She told me in London already.”
Alfie cocked his head. He had to hand this to Nick, he didn’t miss a moment. Good for them.
Tonight was his turn.
“I’m not afraid of having a baby. We have enough doctors who can help.” Bea smiled and something changed.
“Babies are very small when they are born, they need help with everything,” Alfie said, plopping on his side and off Bea. He propped his head up on his hand and she turned to face him.
Naked, atop the covers as husband and wife.
She was ready.
He placed a hand on her flat abdomen. “Are you certain you are ready? We can take our time before we—”
But she didn’t let him finish. She thrust her lips onto his, sucked his tongue into her mouth and shook her head. “I don’t want to wait.”
Alfie opened his mouth for her as she gripped his face.
He grabbed her bottom and nudged her to the tip of his cock.
Well, if she was ready, then he most certainly would be.
She adjusted her hips, and he felt the hot need of her wet folds on his shaft. Then she slid up on his and broke the kiss. She pushed him onto the bed and climbed onto him.
Alfie opened his eyes to a siren sitting on him astride.
With her hands on his chest, she adjusted her position. Alfie’s fingers ventured to her center, and he parted her folds.
