Surrender Your Grace by Maddie Taylor Page A

task and she lay in his bed without a stitch of clothing, he turned his back and rid himself of his last article of clothing, his trousers. He already had an impressive cock stand and not wishing to intimidate her further, he kept his front side carefully averted as he followed her in under the covers.
    Pulling her up against him, he gently stroked her hair in long sweeps down her back. It was silky soft, and smelled sweetly of vanilla and some other scent he couldn’t place. He continued to gentle her, speaking softly into her ear. “It will be alright if you just trust me. Can you do that?”
    She nodded and he noticed with amusement that her eyes were tightly closed and her hands gripped the linen sheet so tight her knuckles were white. “Relax my beautiful bride.” He soothed her as he gently but firmly pulled the sheet from her grip. “Let me look at you.”
    “Can’t we just get it over with?”
    “Absolutely not, I intend to savor each moment with you. Now, open your eyes and look at your husband. I won’t have you lying there thinking of England.” He waited for her to comply. “Now, Cecilia.”
    Obeying just enough to avoid further scolding, she peeked up at him between barely cracked lids. In the dimly lit room he could just make out the deep green of her eyes. “You can do better. Open them for me. I want to see all of you.”
    Finally, she looked at him. “I want to share something special with you.” Grinning, he bent his head and brushed her lips with his. “Despite what all the prim and proper old ladies of the ton espouse, pleasure can be found in the marriage bed and I mean to show you that.” Gently pressing kisses over her cheek and across her jaw, he rolled her to her back and began to move his hands over her arms and soft shoulders.
    “Scandalous as it seems to you now, I assure you that men and women, husband and wives, and lovers throughout the ages have found copulation joyous and mutually agreeable.” His kisses wended their way to her neck and chest then across the upper curves of her breasts. He heard her begin to pant as he approached one of her most private areas. Pushing back, he lifted his chest off hers and gazed down at her bountiful breasts. Once again he thanked fate and divine intervention for his fortune. His new wife was stunning, with the prettiest full rounded breasts tipped with rosy pink nipples. He lowered his head and blowing a gentle stream of his warm breath over her skin, watched as her nipples peaked. “Exquisite.”
    Unable to resist, he sipped a tender bud into his mouth and sucked gently. Her sharply indrawn breath signaled her arousal and he felt her press against him as she instinctively arched into his mouth. He played at her breasts for a long while, sucking, licking and gently biting the firm peaks. Then he rose above her, bending his head and fixing her with his gaze.
    “As my wife, you belong to me now, Cecilia. I have the honor of guiding, protecting, and caring for you. I take that responsibility seriously. All that I ask is that you submit to me and I shall take care of you, always.” His hands began gliding over her entire body, claiming each and every part as he caressed her. “This glorious mouth is mine...” He kissed the lips he praised, and then progressed lower. “...as is your smooth soft skin and these breasts with their deliciously firm nipples.” Putting words into action he plucked the tight peaks gently. Large hands smoothed over her narrow waist and softly rounded tummy, spreading out over her rounded hips. He slid one hand underneath her and palmed a full bottom check, pulling her more firmly against his body. Instinctively, he rubbed his length against her.
    “These hips and this gorgeous, full derriere are mine; all of you, from the top of your head to the bottom of your tiny toes belong to me.” Abandoning her tantalizing breasts, he slid down until he rested on his side between her legs. He then reached for the soft red