Page 69 of Always the Chaperone
Will had moved to join her on the rug, but instead of kissing her lips, he pushed her legs aside and kissed her most intimate place. “Oh!”
Was it even possible to survive such pleasure? As his tongue flickered across her most sensitive skin, she squirmed against him, wanting more.
“Yes, Will, yes!” She tried to hold in her cries of pleasure.
He raised his head and grinned, his hands stroking her inner thighs gently. “I don’t know why you are bothering to be so quiet, Charlotte. There is no one to hear us.”
“I know,” she panted through a haze of desire.
“So, next time, I want to hear you.” He was serious. “I want to hear you shout out. I want to hear the pleasure I am giving you. I want you to scream my name.”
“Next time?”
He nodded, then moved over her, his gaze unmoving. “Once I give you this.” He thrust inside her, groaning.
She squirmed at the intrusion, but her body accepted him—wanted him—needed him more than ever. After several long moments of soul-stealing kisses, he withdrew from her, and said, “I want to see you on your knees before me, Charlotte.”
Barely understanding through her haze of pleasure, she turned and kneeled on the hearthrug. It felt strange, facing away from him, and she did not like it at first.
His warm hands caressed her backside and inner thighs. “Trust me, Charlotte.”
She did, so much.
He entered her slowly, and it was deeper and more intense than it had ever been before—wonderful.
The indescribable pleasure heightened as Will reached for one of her breasts, teasing her nipple between his fingers.
“Say my name,” he growled as he started thrusting deeper inside her. “Say it.”
She sobbed with pleasure. It was too much, all too much—who could ever have known such ecstasy was possible between two people?
“Say it!”
“Will,” she whispered, almost unable to speak as he plunged deeper and deeper.
“Louder.”
“William!”
It may have been mere seconds, but she climaxed, and so did he, and she could suddenly no longer support herself. She collapsed onto the floor with Will next to her.
“That…”
“I know,” he growled, pulling her into his arms.
Charlotte could barely think, barely breathe. If this was married life, she was not going to tire of it ever.
“I love you,” she murmured into his chest, her body still throbbing with pleasure.
“I love you,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. “My own chaperone for the rest of my life.”
Epilogue
Charlotte took alast, lingering look at herself in the mirror, adjusting her diamond earbobs. She had worn them the night she and William had made love in the hallway of her home—many times. That caused her to smile. Today she would become Charlotte Lennox, the Duchess of Mercia.
To marry the man who had given her so much pleasure and made her feel like the most important woman in the world was a dream come true.
“You look beautiful.”
