Talbot raised his eyebrows.
“We can,” he said slowly, looking like he wasn’t certain why he was entertaining such acommonrequest.
Elizabeth exhaled in relief.
“I know some people prefer to do it differently, but I’ve always thought I would share a bed with my husband,” she said shyly.
Talbot took her hand and led her to one of the drawing rooms he’d shown her.
“May I show you what I’ve always thought of doing with my wife?” he murmured into her ear as he pressed her back against the door he was locking.
Her bosom heaved so strongly that she felt like she’d just run up the enormous staircase.
“But… It’s the middle of the day,” she managed to say.
“If one can share a bed and not do anything at night, is it not logical to assume that one can do certain things during the day, while not in bed?” he asked as he deftly unlaced her bosom from its prison.
“You’re too familiar with female garments,” Lizzie complained as she unbuttoned his waistcoat.
When her breasts spilt out of her dress, all his restraint seemed to follow them.
“I’m afraid I am speechless,” Colin breathed and stared at her breasts before leaning down and sucking on her right nipple. Elizabeth moaned but then quickly put a hand on her mouth, remembering that servants would be moving around the house at this hour.
“You want to know whether you pleased me at the inn,” Colin said when he finally straightened up again, now palming her breasts in his hands.
Elizabeth’s head was thrown back, and she was biting her fist to keep quiet. She was unable to keep still, and her lower body kept squirming into his, asking for more.
Colin looked around the room before picking Lizzie up and setting her down at the steady mahogany sideboard in the corner. As he stood between her legs, their eyes met, and it was clear both were remembering the moment in the coat room.
Colin looked almost sad for a moment, but then he quickly pulled Elizabeth’s dress up to her waist, exposing the entire length of her legs and her sex to the cool air of the room. She gasped.
“I still haven’t seen all of your naked body in decent light,” he mused as he ran the back of his index finger against her goosebump-covered breasts and her stiff nipples.
Elizabeth grabbed his hair and pulled him into a kiss. She could feel him frantically undoing his trousers and running his cock against her warm, wet flesh. The friction felt insanely good, and he always managed to find a particular spot that was more sensitive than the rest. Their teeth were clashing, and there was a lot of tongue-sucking and lip-biting, but Elizabeth couldn’t remember the last time she felt so unburdened and satisfied.
It felt like she’d spent the last few years walking through thick fog, and now, clarity had finally arrived. She felt that this was what she was made for –passion, a hitherto forbidden and even dirty word.
“Colin,” she whimpered into his mouth when he still hadn’t entered her a few minutes later.
All the rubbing was leading her somewhere, but she didn’t know the way, not without his help.
“Easy, pet, I’m here,” he said as he took her behind with his two large hands and positioned her closer to him.
He still held on to her buttocks with one hand as he guided his cock into her with the other, and Elizabeth sighed happily. The ache was slightly relieved. Colin stared at where they were joined, his eyes half-lidded and hungry, which caused Elizabeth to look down at herself and see her soft, white breasts spilling out in different directions, her wrinkled dress gathered at her waist, her legs spread wantonly around her husband’s hips, as his coarse, darker hair was kissing her downy mound, both of them shiny and wet with their mixed juices. Her insides clenched at the image, and Colin moaned from the pressure.
“Not only did you please me,” he said earnestly, having miraculously remembered his earlier thought. He stared at her lips as he started thrusting into her at a maddeningly slow pace. “But you keep driving me to madness and surprising me with every touch, every look, every little sigh that comes out of your beautiful mouth.”
Elizabeth’s eyes rolled back in pleasure from his words, and she put both her palms down on the sideboard so she could thrust back at him, but he held her hips still.
“No, pet,” he grinned devilishly, “I see what you are attempting to do.”
“Colin, please,” she squirmed, and he laughed.
“I don’t want to go faster. I want to take my time, and then someone will come needing us, and they will knock and wonder why the door is locked,” he teased, and her sex clenched around him again.
“Oh my, does my little wife like that idea?”
“No,” Elizabeth said and shook her head for emphasis, but Colin didn’t believe her.
