Page 127 of The Honorable Texan
When he closed the door again, Meredith was removing the dolls and roses with tears of mirth running down her cheeks.
“Just wait until they break something, anything,” she threatened.“We can have them put in body casts for a sprained ankle…!”
He came up behind her and caught her around thewaist.“And I’ll help you.But, later, sweetheart,” he added in a soft, hungry tone as he turned her into his arms.“Much, much…later!”
* * *
She was aprofessional health care worker.She knew all the mechanics of marriage.In fact, she counseled young wives in them.This was totally out of her experience.
Rey undressed her with slow precision, while he kissed every soft inch of skin as he uncovered it.He never rushed.He seemed to have committed the whole night to her arousal, and he went about it like a soldier with a battle plan.
She was teased, caressed, kissed until she felt as if there wasn’t a bed under her at all.The roses were scattered over the carpet by now, along with half the bed linen.She was under him and then over him as he increased the insistence of his hands and mouth on her body.She heard high-pitched little cries of pleasure and barely realized that they were coming from her own throat.
One particularly enthusiastic embrace landed them on the carpet, cushioned by the sheet and blanket and, under them, the thick comforter.
“The bed,” she whispered, trembling with unsatisfied hunger.
“It will still be there when we’re finished,” he replied breathlessly as his mouth bent again to her taut, arching breasts.“Yes, do that again, sweetheart!”he added when she pulled his head down to her.
He guided her hands along his lean, fit body to his hips and pressed them there as he suddenly shifted between her soft legs and his mouth ground into hers with intent.
The abrupt shift in intensity took her by surprise and lessened the sharp pain of his possession of her.His hard mouth absorbed the tiny cry that pulsed out of her tight throat, and his hands moved under her hips to caress her.
After a few seconds, she began to relax.He shifted again and found the place, and the pressure, that made her lift toward him instead of trying to escape the downward rhythm of his hips.
She clung to his damp shoulders as the little bites of pleasure became great, shivering waves.She could feel him in every cell of her body, and she wanted to look at him, to see his face, but she was intent on some distant goal of pleasure that grew by the second.Her mouth opened against the hollow of his shoulder and she moaned, her eyes closed, her body following the lead of his own as the heated minutes lengthened.
Her nails suddenly stabbed into his back and she gasped.
“Yes,” he groaned at her ear.“Now, baby, now, now…!”
As if her body had given him some secret signal, his hips became insistent and the rhythm increased to madness.She reached, reached…reached…until the pleasure exploded inside her and began to spread in racking hot waves from her head to her toes.She rippled with him, sobbed against his skin, as the ecstasy she’d never known flamed through her with hurricane force.
“Rey!”She cried out pitifully as the wave peaked, and she felt her body go incandescent with joy.
His hands gripped her hips as he riveted her to his insistent hips.She heard his breathing become raspy and hoarse and then stop as he groaned endlessly against her throat and his entire body convulsed over her.
She felt him shake as the madness began to drift away.
“Are you all right?”she whispered urgently.
“I’m…dying,” he choked.
“Rey!”
She held him close until the harsh contractions of his body slowed and then stopped.He collapsed on her with his whole weight, his breathing as labored as his heartbeat.His mouth burrowed into her throat hungrily.
“Never like that, Mrs.Hart,” he whispered huskily.“You just made me a whole man!”
“Did I, really?”she whispered with a silly giggle.
He laughed, too.“That’s what it felt like.”He sighed heavily and lifted his head to look at her.His hair was as damp as hers, and he looked exhausted.He brushed loose blond strands away from her cheeks.“I’m glad we waited.I hope you are.”
“Yes.”Filled with wonder, she touched his hard mouth, which was swollen from its long contact with hers.“I think I swallowed the sun,” she whispered.“It was…glorious!”She hid her face in his throat, still shy of him, especially now.
He laughed again, lazily brushing his mouth over her closed eyes.“Glorious,” he agreed with a long sigh.He rolled away from her gently, onto his back, and pulled her against him.“We fell off the bed,” he remarked after a minute.
“I thought we were thrown off it,” she murmured sleepily.“You know, by the hurricane.”
