Page 51 of A Lyon’s Lesson

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Yes!” She pulled at him, her leg wrapping around his hip and her body pressing closer. His cock caught between them pulsed with desire and with a soft groan he rolled her under him and finding the right place joined their bodies with a smooth stroke and a groan of pleasure.

She moaned, arching her back and pushing up into him. “Yes, Rick. Please, give me all of you!”

He kissed her mouth and moved his hips with slow deep thrusts. This felt so good, and he wanted to make it last. There was a quality to the connection he hadn’t felt before, and he reveled in it. A feeling of warmth and vulnerability, openness he’d never experienced. He had thought he’d lost her, and that moment of horror had made something inside him break. Something he didn’t even know was there. A barrier he’d kept up against the world without even realizing it.

He gathered her close, sliding his arms under her body so that he could hold her, while his strokes built slowly, and his mouth kissed hers and her neck and her cheeks and back to her mouth over and over.

And she moved with him, urging him on until, with a moan, her body went tense and jerked with release and he felt the ripple of it on his cock. An electric shock of her sex to his and the knot of desire that had been building in his groin fired like a bullet from a gun and he came hard, the flood of his release shooting out of his body in hot spasms of pleasure that pulled his balls tight and made the muscles behind them throb and ache.

“Fuck!” he muttered on a groan, his body slowly releasing its tension until he subsided on top of her, enveloped in a warm, fuzzy bliss.

After a moment or two, he moved his head and murmured in her ear, “That was beautiful.”

“Mmm. Yes,” she said softly, squeezing him with her arms and legs, and her inner muscles. The latter made him groan gently. Propping himself up on an elbow he looked down at her and moved a blonde curl off her face with a gentle finger and then leaned down and kissed her softly.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you,” she responded with a smile.

***

Cecey settled to sleep wrapped in her husband’s arms and reflected that the carriage accident might have been the best thing that could have happened to her.

Chapter 28

The next week passed in a dream of bliss for Cecey. Bidenden was gone, and there were no dramatic accidents or near misses, and Rick was attentive and sweet. She still felt a little tired and occasionally sick, but she was so happy, the symptoms were relatively easy to ignore. She threw herself into planning a party for their neighbors with Rick’s approval. She cast the net wider for invitations this time to a number of families in the Bedfordshire area.

The acceptances came in, and she was in her element getting the ballroom fixed up and planning menus. Jameson and the boys were pitched against the tangle on the terrace, and the transformation after a few days of hard work was everything she could have hoped for. Rick even took her shopping in Bedford for a new gown for the occasion and topped it off with a gift from the jewelers that he had purchased secretly during the trip but did not present to her until she was getting dressed on the evening of the party.

He came into her room, turned out in style in his evening suit of midnight blue, just as Mary finished pinning the last of her curls into place. Her gown was jonquil and green. In fact she looked like an inverted daffodil with a green bodice and epaulets over puffed, yellow sarsenet sleeves, and a short overskirt in green, showing the yellow under skirts, edged with embroidered flounces. The dress was a pretty confection and made her feel truly beautiful. Especially when Rick’s eyes landed on her and glowed with a warmth she was growing accustomed to. Mary stood back as he came toward her and took her hand, twirling her so that he could see the whole gown.

“Beautiful,” he murmured.

“Thank you,” she said with a grin. “You’re very handsome too!” And he was. The midnight-blue suit made his linen whiter than white and somehow made his blue eyes sparkle and his blond hair shine. Her husband was a handsome devil, she decided.

He held out a long, slender jewelry case to her with a bow. “For you.”

She took it and opened the lid to find a gold necklace with emeralds and yellow stones that matched her gown perfectly. Five flowers with five green petals each around a central yellow stone, all cut and gleaming beautifully and suspended on light golden wires from the chain.

“Oh, it’s lovely, Rick!”

“Not as lovely as you. Those are yellow sapphires, and they matched your dress so perfectly I had to have them. And” he reached into his pocket and produced a smaller box, “earrings to match.”

She squealed in delight and hugged him. “Thank you! They are so beautiful!”

He draped the necklace around her throat and clipped the clasp into place, and she popped the earrings through her piercings and admired herself in the mirror.

“Shall we go down and greet our guests?” he asked, offering her his arm.

She nodded and linked her arm in his, her heart bubbling over with joy.

He led her out of the bedroom and toward the stairs and said, “I sent a note to my brother Ward yesterday that I’d be visiting him in the next few days.”

“Oh? Well, you must give him my best wishes,” she said, trying not to let her disappointment that he was going to London without her show.

“I will. But we have nothing to do but enjoy ourselves tonight.”