Never Courted, Suddenly Wed (Scandalous Seasons #2)(67)

Sophie cried out, and bucked against him. Beads of moisture dotted his brow, then ran in a single path over his eye. He wiped it away with the back of his hand. He’d made love to some of the most experienced courtesans and skillful widows. All of that overt sexuality now paled alongside his innocent wife’s unabashed wantonness.

He parted the moist folds of her flesh and slid a single finger inside her.

She leveled herself up on her elbows. “Christopher,” she hissed.

Christopher’s hand stilled. He picked up his head. “Have I hurt you?”

In response, Sophie clenched her creamy white thighs tight around his fingers, urging him on.

Christopher continued to tease her swollen nub, working her until she undulated wildly beneath him. “Please,” she cried out.

Then, with a strength he didn’t know she possessed, Sophie gripped him by the shoulders and attempted to drag him up.

“I want to feel you,” she whispered. A becoming pink blush infused her cheeks.

“With pleasure,” Christopher said, his voice raspy to his own ears. His gaze never left hers as he pulled his shirt over head and tossed it to the floor. He made quick work of removing his breeches, and threw them alongside his shirt.

Sophie reached out and ran the tip of one finger in a delicate circle around his flat nipple. “So very different,” she said as though she’d discovered some knew species of animal.

He chuckled. “Thank God.”

She shook her head, continuing her exploration. “No, you’re beautiful.”

His lips twitched. “Men aren’t supposed to be beautiful.”

Sophie tugged one dark whorl upon his chest. “That’s absurd. And you are. Beautiful, that is. Not absurd. Though there are times when you are most certainly…”

“Phi?”

She raised up her head.

“Be quiet.”

And because her passion-glazed eyes widened with such indignation, Christopher claimed her lips again under his, effectively silencing her.

“You did that on purpose,” she murmured into his mouth.

“Absolutely.”

“They say I’m incorrigible but you are the one who is…” A hiss slipped past her lips. “Goodness, what are you doing?”

Christopher grinned and pressed his hard thigh against her hot, wet center. He rotated his leg in a slow, gyrating rhythm. “I’m pleasuring you.”

“You certainly are,” she gasped.

He worked a hand between them and once again found her moist nub.

Sophie gripped his head between her hands. “I’m going to go mad.”

His body tightened at her unabashed response. He moved over her, and used his knee to part her legs.

She leveled herself up on her elbows. “What are you doing?”

“Driving you completely mad,” he said. A bead of sweat dripped from his head and blended with the moisture along her brow. It took every ounce of will-power he didn’t even know he possessed to keep from plunging his shaft hard and fast into her hot, welcoming center.

He took a deep breath and counted to ten.

“Christopher?”

“Yes, Phi?” He managed to squeeze out past his tightly clenched lips.

“Are you counting?”

“Am I?”

She nodded. “You are.”

“Phi?”

“Yes, Christopher?”

“Do you always talk this much during lovemaking?”

She caught the plump flesh of her lower lip between her teeth. “Well, I’ve never before made love. Until now, that is. So it would seem that I do in fact talk a good deal. It might have to do with my nervousness or…” Her eyes widened to round circles when he rubbed the tip of his shaft over the golden curls that shielded her womanhood from his view. “Goodness, that feels lovely.”

He slid the tip of his manhood into the folds of her flesh; inch by agonizing inch, and it was all he could do to keep from flexing his hips and breaking through her maidenhead. Her tightness nearly drove him to the brink of surrender and he froze.

“Christopher?”

Christopher rested his brow atop hers, and looked her in the eye. “Yes, Phi?”

“You’re counting again.”

“Yes, I am.”

“I’d really rather you keep doing what you were doing, however. Every time you count you stop and…”

“Phi?”

“Yes, Christopher?”

“Forgive me.” And with a single, hard plunge, he flexed his hips and entered her.

Sophie cried out. Her body went ramrod stiff underneath his. Those passion-glazed eyes stared up at him accusingly. “That wasn’t at all lovely.”

Well, his wife was certainly honest…even if it was bad for a man’s ego. He began to move slowly, experimentally within her.

Her eyes went wide again.

“How does that feel?” he whispered against her temple.

“W-well, th-that does feel nice.”

His hips gradually increased their rhythm. In and out. In and out. “Just nice?”

Sophie’s eyes slid closed and her breathy moan tickled his skin. “Very, very nice,” she said.

With her pain now gone, Sophie welcomed more, and Christopher began to drive in and out of her with a deeper intensity until Sophie cried out. “Please, Christopher.”