Page 36 of Surrender Your Grace
“Ought not, but we will. This is our honeymoon, and I mean for us to enjoy it.”
That said, he pushed her skirts up. The sight of his hand inside her pristine white drawers was shocking.More so, when he stopped, and with both hands, gripped each side of the seam and ripped it clear to the waistband.
“I’m going to taste you, Cici. If someone should come along, which they won’t, flip your skirtover my head.”
Near apoplectic with shock at his boldness, she sank her fingers into his hair to pull his face away, but her husband’s talented lips and tongue soon had her forgetting all but his mouth upon her.
He added his fingers to the heady mix, sliding them in slowly, stretching her tight channel. Cici moaned at the sensation, fisting her hands in his hair. Her obvious delight intensified his movements. His fingers stroked deeper and faster, while his mouth and tongue continued their enticing movements.
When the muscles in her lower belly tightened and her legs trembled, his fingers left her. She whimpered in disappointment because she’d been so close, but he didn’t leave her wanting for long. He returned to the bench, lifted her, and set her astride his lap, positioning his shaft, which was somehow free of his trousers, at her entrance.
Being cautious with her newly initiated body, he pressed eased into her heat and possessed her once again. Once he’d seated his length inside her, Cici gasped at the incredible fullness.
She opened her eyes and found herself nose to nose with him. The sensation of tingling and building pleasure created in her the overwhelming need to move. Tentatively, she shifted her weight and was rewarded by a flare of heat between her thighs and an answering groan from Andrew.
“That’s it, Cici. Move against me and find your pleasure. You’re in charge. It won’t happen often, so take advantage while you can.”
The ghost of a smile on his lips and the hint of mischief in his eyes told her he was teasing, but she had learned in a short time a large kernel of truth lay beneath. Andrew Ashwick wouldn’t allow a woman to rule him, but in this, she had some power. Balancing on her knees, she raised up and gradually sank down, her inner muscles tightening around him. It felt good to her but had a more profound effect on him.
He groaned louder, uttered a word she’d never heard before but instinctively knew wasn’t at all proper, and clasped hishands around her waist, holding onto her but still allowing her to set the pace. When she rose above him again, she slid off almost completely, leaving only the head of his shaft lodged inside her. Watching the strain on his face and feeling the tension in his body, she could tell he wanted to take over but was keeping to his promise. It must be driving him insane, rather like he’d done to her so often. This time, it was she who wore the mischievous grin.
She paused there, waiting. When nothing further happened, his eyes flew open, and he peered up at her.“You are a quick study, my naughty bride. Let’s advance your lessons, shall we?”
There was a loud ripping sound as he shredded what remained of her ruined drawers and tossed them aside, eliminating the thin barrier between his hands and her backside. Gripping her full cheeks, he squeezed as he pulled her down, sheathing himself in her body.
“No more games,”he whispered hoarsely, his desire for her written clearly across his face.“Ride me,” he demanded, urging her on with a robust swat to her backside. “And I don’t mean at a sedate trot.”
“Excuse me, but who is the horse in this scenario, my lord?” Cici squealed, her lapse earning her another lusty spank.
His hands curled around her tingling bottom, and the fire in his eyes intensified. Cici suddenly was no longer in the mood to play. She wanted to soar as he’d promised. His guiding hands showed her the rhythm and, even though it wasn’t the bedroom, the lady became the harlot, moaning and writhing above him, until they both shouted their pleasure to the willows and the swans floating by who couldn’t care less about their antics.
Afterward, Cici lay across his chest, still full of him, while their breathing slowed and they recovered. She didn’t move when he rearranged her skirts to cover her legs and bare backside.
“Wouldn’t want you to burn,”he explained.“I’m guessing that part of you has seen little daylight.”
She giggled. She couldn’t help it. He said the most outrageous things.
They lay together in the aftermath, content in one another’s company, until Andrew’s stomach growled.
“I should have brought along another picnic.”
Cici sat up and looked down at him.“I’m hungry too. But I hate to go back. We only have one day left.”
Andrew's hand curled behind her neck and brought her face close to his, lips near enough to kiss.“We’ll make a day of it. And perhaps revisit the bench. It has surpassed all others as my new favorite spot.”
His mouth claimed hers before she could utter a response, kissing her breathless.
When it was time to remount, Cici found it disconcerting to sit on a horse with one less layer of protection. She eyed the bulge in her husband’s coat pocket where he’d tucked the scraps of shredded drawers.
“You’re dreadfully hard on my underthings,” she said with mock exasperation. “A costly satin corset and a perfectly good pair of pantalettes ruined in a single week.”
“I’ll make it up to you,”he vowed, gazing up at her.
“You’ll replace them?”she asked in shock.
“The drawers, with certainty. The corset, because propriety demands it, but only for wear while in town.”
“I’m relieved about the drawers,”she said, squirming in the saddle.“Riding is most uncomfortable without them.”
