The Stanhope Challenge - Regency Quartet - Four Regency Romances by Cerise DeLand

deprivation.
    “My darling wife, you astonish me with your vocabulary.”
    “I know I am impetuous and—”
    “And delightful!” He chuckled and rose up on his knees. “Your pretty chat cries for me inside you and I will give you everything.” His face went rigid in stark need as he took his cock in one hand and put it to her intimate flesh. “You are frank. And lusty.”
    He sank inside her with a slow drive. He stretched her channel wide, his shaft hot, satin iron. She threw her head back and let out a cry of fulfillment.
    He squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. The ecstasy she saw on his face as he opened his eyes and began to move inside her, astonished her. He seemed transported, possessed and he gazed at her as if she were the only woman he had ever desired. What’s more, he moved like liquid fire inside her.
    Wiggling, loving the bliss, she sought to hold him there.
    “Darling,” he objected, “you are so swollen, so tight, I cannot move. Let loose, my pet, or we will have no ending that pleases us. Yes, there!” He grunted and began again to pump her in a rhythmic flow. “My god. You are talented at this, do you know?”
    “No.” She swallowed loudly. “Don’t stop. You won’t, will you?” She could not help herself from watching how his long red cock disappeared inside her aching core and emerged, shining with her juices. “Never stop.”
    He laughed through his exertions.
    She chuckled, too, but caught herself short, as he pumped inside her.
    “Never,” he said, “made love to a woman who was laughing.”
    A wave of ferocious need rolled over her. “Laughter be damned, Adam Stanhope! I want to scream.”
    He grabbed both her wrists and held them to the cushion. “Allow me then to help you.” He drove into her then with such a thunderous rhythm she felt the full length of his rod claiming her to the hilt and heard her juices sluicing over him. Joy ripped through her as wave after wave of the most glorious pressure built and pounded through her loins. She broke apart in the deluge, vibrating in the storm.
    He rammed her, head thrown back, transported in a fury of his own making. He cried out, as he released his own essences into her.
    At last. She drifted in euphoria. She was his wife. In deed as well as word.
    She melted backward against the chair. One hand sought his arm as she stroked him in languid repletion.
    He withdrew his body from hers in a slow glide that had her moaning in protest.
    He gathered her into his arms. “I know, my darling. My body fits so well in yours. We must rest for a few minutes. Or rather, I must.”
    She licked her lower lip in anticipation of revelling in such bliss with him again. Smiling, she drew forth the coquette in her nature, so long suppressed. “And then…might we do this once more?”
    He snorted and planted a kiss at her temple. “Of course, we will. You have the penchant for multiple orgasms, my pretty wife. A rare and scintillating quality that I plan to nurture.”
    Shivering in expectation, she pressed her thighs together and laughed. “You will not disappoint me?”
    “Eager woman,” he took her mouth in a quick hard kiss. “I will happily satisfy you as often as you wish. I promise not to disappoint you. Or myself.”

Chapter Six
    She was a succulent piece.
    He lay awake beside her for hours, enjoying the sight of her voluptuous body in the abandon of sleep. Her large, perfect nipples, her firm breasts. Her rounded stomach. Her thatch of pubic hair. Thick and dark as the hair on her head, her pussy was a beautiful cat. He could not stop himself from stroking her there as she slept. Still swollen from their romps, her body gripped his fingers and made him hard and hungry for her.
    Luscious creature that she was, she’d purred in response even as he’d brought to bed water and soap to bathe her. So moved by his cleansing, she’d let him caress her until she rode his hand and begged him to possess her once again with his cock.