Heat filled her cheeks, and she nodded shyly, smiling back at him as he smiled at her. Then, as if to remind her of his current predicament, he held her down by the hips and rolled his, dragging his length over her skin.
“What do you want to do, husband?”
He blinked up at her, his expression open.
Nancy licked her lips, already dizzy with arousal as she asked back, “How do you want me?”
The corners of his lips quirked upwards slightly, and he adjusted her, so her legs were on either side of his hips then he sat up, smirking down at her as they were pressed chest to chest.
“Like this,” he murmured against her lips, his hands resting on her bottom, his fingers kneading the soft flesh. “I want you like this.”
Nancy inhaled shakily, her hands finding purchase on his shoulders, the heat in her cheeks so intense that she felt as though she might combust.
“A-All right, then.”
Richard was just as needy as he had been the night before, his hands roaming over her body as he thrust up into her, his mouth leaving fresh marks of his ownership.
It did not take too long before Nancy was begging, her lips spewing nonsensical words as he continued to pick her apart, lifting her up by her hips and slamming her back down on his member as he thrust upwards.
This position felt more intimate, their closeness leaving her nowhere to hide as he held her gaze, watching as she lost her sanity bit by bit.
And his words?—
“Yes, that’s my good girl,” he moaned into her lips.
Lord, Richard’s words would be her undoing.
His voice seeped into her head so easily, lowering her guard and leaving her bare, rubbing her raw in all the right ways as he continued to chase their pleasure.
“My pretty wife,” he whispered into her neck, right over a tingling bruise he had just left on her skin. “So perfect, just for me.”
Nancy’s moans became louder and louder then turned into a sharp gasp as she found her release, clutching her husband tightly as she shook with each wave of pleasure. Richard wasn’t far behind, his member throbbing within her as he groaned into her neck, his hands grabbing at her flesh, holding her close.
When he had calmed down, he fell backward, taking her down with him.
He kissed her, slow and sweet, smiling at her playfully as he said, “Good morning.”
Nancy laughed, resting her head on his chest as she responded with a yawn.
“It most certainly is. Do you think I am silly for wanting to get some more sleep after that?”
“Absolutely not. Even if you have an appointment, you will remain here with me, basking in the glow of our deeds,” Richard demanded without any heat.
With a giggle, Nancy questioned, “Then when will we get out of bed, dearest husband?”
He pulled her closer, resting his cheek against her head.
“Whenever we want to, dear wife.”
* * *
As fate would happen, ‘whenever they wanted to’ turned out to be much later in the afternoon. And it was only because, as much as they wished for it, Nancy could not live off kisses and gentle caresses, her stomach voicing its complaints over the lack of sustenance rather loudly.
Richard laughed, looking incredibly fond of her as he kissed her nose and asked her to have a late lunch with him in the drawing room adjoining his bedroom. She accepted easily, not ready to be apart from him for longer than necessary.
It took moments for it to be set up after Richard had given the order—a knock on the door signaled the completion of the process. Nancy had thought they would head over to the drawing room immediately, but Richard had climbed out of the bed and went to his bedroom door first, opening it a little.
Her initial confusion melted into adoration as Dash trotted in excitedly, stopping at the foot of the bed as he wagged his tail and barked excitedly at her.
