As they walked alongside one another, Bridget dared to let her hand brush against his. Even the small contact sent a jolt of pleasure coursing up her arm. The park was quiet, and they were away from any prying eyes. Bridget spied a hedge ahead of them, one that would readily hide them from any lingering couples who happened to have ventured further into the park.
“For example, if you had needs right now,” Anthony said, “I would find myself honor-bound to fulfill them.”
“I see,” Bridget replied. “That is a very reassuring response.”
She halted, as did he. Her pulse quickened, as she always did when she thought of engaging in acts of intimacy with him.
“I wonder, though, if you mean it.”
He stepped very near her and tipped his head down, his breath warm against her forehead. “Must I prove myself to you?”
“I think that is only reasonable given your most recent claim.”
Smirking, Anthony took her hand and led her behind the hedge. He seized Bridget’s waist and pulled her flush against him. A delighted gasp tore from Bridget’s throat. She placed her hands against his chest, savoring the warmth of his body and the firm muscle that she felt beneath his shirt and jacket. His lips found hers, and she eagerly met his mouth. She kissed him as hard as she could, eager to show him the strength of her love. Bridget felt heady, as though she were floating, and she was dimly aware that his hands had taken great handfuls of her skirts and were hitching them up to her waist.
She groaned into his mouth and arched her back, her hips pressing against him. Her body burned with longing, and she silently urged him to do more. She ached for his kisses to be harder, his touches more urgent, and his member inside her. Bridget could not remain still. She trembled in anticipation, tension jolting along her spine.
Her toes curled when he dipped his head and let his mouth fall to her breasts. Bridget’s chest heaved as she panted for air. “Oh, Anthony!” she gasped.
She felt as though her face and chest were ablaze with the heat of her desire, and she frantically tore at his trousers, undoing his fly. Bridget inadvertently grasped his manhood through his trousers, and Anthony groaned raggedly. “Bridget,” he gasped, his voice raw.
She freed his member and stared at it, anticipating coursing through her as she thought of Anthony burying himself deep inside her. Bridget grasped his shoulders with her hands, a low cry tearing from her throat. She insistently bucked her hips. “Please,” she murmured.
He pushed himself inside her, the suddenness and force of him shattering her to the core. Bridget gasped and groaned. Her entire body shook as he seized her by the waist. Anthony drove himself into her. Bridget’s muscles all grew tight, and she moved with him, matching his fast rhythm. Her breath came in uneven pants and moans. Distantly, she thought she ought to be quieter in case someone stumbled upon them, but she found herself helpless. Her thoughts were scattered, and the only thing capable of holding her attention was Anthony.
Bridget’s legs trembled, and she dug her nails into Anthony’s shoulders. All at once, she reached her release. Bridget threw her head back and shouted in pleasure as her orgasm thundered through her. She felt as though she were coming alive as she rode the wave of blissful fullness to its very end. White lights edged her vision, as Anthony continued to thrust inside her. With a roar, he reached his own release,and Bridget shivered at the rush of warmth and wetness she felt inside her.
Anthony dropped his head to her shoulder. ‘You are marvelous,” he gasped between breaths.
Bridget raised his hand and grasped his hair. Her own breath was a rapid thing, rivalled only by the frantic beating of her heart. Anthony withdrew from her, and Bridget squeezed her thighs together. She groaned. All her muscles felt wonderfully used. She felt boneless and exhausted in the most pleasant of ways.
“You are marvelous, too,” she said, running a hand through his hair.
He chuckled and placed a tender kiss against the side of her neck. “I may be, but I can assure you that I am nothing compared to my incomparable wife-to-be.”
For a long moment, they simply stayed like that, wrapped in one another’s arms, relishing the heat between them and the peace that followed intimacy with one’s soulmate.
After a long time, Anthony raised his head. His eyes slowly raked over her form, and Bridget shivered beneath the intensity of his gaze. She knew she looked disheveled. Her skirts had fallen, and they were rumpled and uneven. One of her stockings had slipped down. Bridget knew her face and chestmust be flushed bright from exertion, and her hair was drenched with sweat. When Anthony looked at her, though, she felt like the most beautiful woman in the world.
“I love you,” Bridget said.
“And I love you.”
He kissed her again, deeply and slowly. Bridget melted against him and into the kiss. It was short and left her yearning for more.
“I look forward to tending to all your needs,” Anthony said, his eyes gleaming. “Have I proven that they will never be an inconvenience to me, no matter what they are and when you have them?”
“I believe that you have.”
Anthony grinned, clearly satisfied with him. He took his member and forced it back into his trousers, buttoning them once again. Bridget straightened her stocking and retied her garter. Then, she straightened her skirts, making efforts to appear presentable.
“Do I look as though I have had an illicit encounter behind a hedge?” Bridget asked.
Anthony chuckled. “Not necessarily. Perhaps you merely engaged in some rigorous exercise.”
“That is one way to describe what we did,” she mused.
She doubted that Anna would believe her. If anything, knowing that she had already had a dalliance with Anthony, Bridget expected an interrogation about this second encounter—third, if she were to consider the time that Anthony had pleasured her with his hand.
