He stilled. His brain could barely make sense of what she was saying. “Do you mean...” He was too shocked to put it into words. Instead, he added a second finger and plunged in again, watching Juliet’s face intently as he buried himself inside her yet again.
She bit her lip again, her hips bucked and her hands grabbing for purchase on the counterpane. With his free hand, Patrick reached forward and freed her lip, praying she’d understand his intent. And she did. With his next thrust, she cried out his name, her hips bucking yet again. Heady excitement built inside him. He leaned his head down to capture her breast in his mouth, simultaneously increasing his pace.
Beneath him, she twisted and arched, her skin growing warmer, her sighs more frequent. Harder and faster he thrust, suckling with more deliberate attention. His lips released their claim on her breast and moved next to her ear. “Reach for it, Juliet. You’re almost there.” She sighed his name once more, the sound undoubtedly the most erotic thing he’d ever heard. Increasing his rhythm once more, he kissed her cheek. “Just let it take you.”
Suddenly, ten sharp fingernails bit into Patrick’s back and Juliet’s inner muscles convulsed around his fingers. Patrick slowed his pace but didn’t stop until her body relaxed.
A moment later, her eyes opened and blinked up at him. “You’re staring at me.”
He nodded. “Yes, I am. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight in my life.” He meant those words, too. Every single one of them. He stared down at her for a moment more, capturing the picture of her sweet, contented face in his mind. “Just a minute,” he murmured. A moment later, he resettled in next to her. “Are you ready?”
“I believe so, yes.” She bit her lip. “Is there anything I should do?”
Her innocent, yet bold question was almost his undoing. “Nothing this time,” he choked, settling himself between her parted legs. He reached down between them and positioned the tip of his erection at her silken opening. Pressing a quick kiss to his wife’s cheek, Patrick pushed forward with one quick, smooth thrust. “Are you all right?”
The seconds before she answered stretched into what seemed like an eternity as he waited in silent agony. “Yes,” she whispered, her fingers reaching up to brush his jaw.
Patrick’s body hummed to life at her simple gesture. He placed a kiss just above her eyebrow then started to move. Slow and even at first, then picking up pace as need overtook him. A sigh from Juliet caught his attention. He glanced down at her, praying he wouldn’t find pain marring her precious features. He didn’t think he could bear to stop now, but he would if he was hurting her.
Mercifully, she didn’t look to be in pain. She actually looked to be content. Her big grey eyes looked up in the direction of his face, her pink mouth slightly open, revealing a perfect line of beautiful teeth. He groaned. He’d never truly know or understand how he’d gotten so lucky with Juliet, but he wasn’t going to question it.
Keeping pace, he supported himself with his forearms and locked eyes with Juliet. Something about looking into her eyes made this more about “them”, not just him, not just her―but them.
His muscles clenched, then again. The promise of an extraordinary climax building inside him with each movement. Juliet’s eyes widened briefly before shutting in ecstasy, her body writhed and her intimate muscles contracted around his erection, driving him to his own euphoric completion.
Patrick collapsed on top of her, whispering a promise that when he regained an ounce of strength he’d move.
“It’s all right,” Juliet whispered back, her fingers idly combing his black hair.
Mustering strength from who-knows-where, Patrick rolled off. Then stood and discarded his sheath. “Why don’t you move up here.” Patrick patted the head of the bed.
Juliet blushed then crawled up to lie on all the pillows. She looked so beautiful lying there. He let his eyes wander down her body. He thought she was attractive anyway, but now the way her skin glowed and her body lay there completely relaxed, a direct result of their lovemaking, he finally understood just what beauty really was.
Patrick padded over to his chest of drawers and found an older handkerchief from the top drawer and the small basin of water resting on top of the vanity. He walked back to the bed and set the bowl of water on the nightstand then dunked the cloth in the water and wrung it out.
“Where did you go?” Juliet asked, one eye open.
Patrick flashed her a nervous smile he knew she couldn’t actually see. “Just be still.”
She closed her eye for only a second before they both popped open. “Wh―what are you doing?”