A Honeymoon Masquerade (3 page)

Standing straight again, he raked his eyes over her from head to toe, primal satisfaction filling him to know that he was the only man that ever saw her this way.

“You look hot, love,” he said, reaching toward the silver bucket their champagne had been chilling in. “Allow me to relieve you.”

Before she could ask any questions, he discovered a chunk of ice in the frigid water and took it between his lips. She gasped when he ran the ice over her pulse point, trailing it down over her collarbone. Panting and shuddering, she shivered and waited with restless anticipation for him to reach her breasts. Her little pink nipple tightened even more when he took it into his mouth, using his tongue and the ice to caress it. It melted rapidly against her hot skin, leaving a sheen of moisture behind as he trailed it from one breast to the other.

She cried out, her hips bucking when he moved lower, tracing a line over her stomach toward her navel.

“Camden … oh … oh, that’s … good heavens!”

Glancing up at her, he couldn’t help a chuckle at her shocked expression. He had introduced her to many pleasures since their affair and consequent marriage. This one, however, was new. He felt gratified to know his understanding of his wife proved as good as he’d thought it was. She enjoyed what he did to her.

Grasping her thighs, he spread them even more, reaching into the bucket for another shard of ice. Placing it on his tongue, he lowered his head and nuzzled her mons, finding his way through her downy curls to the intimate flesh within.

She gripped the edge of the table, her fingernails scraping the underside in reaction to the ice making contact with her hot, wet cunt. Swirling his tongue in slow circles, he massaged her inner folds and swollen nub with the ice before skimming lower, toward her honeyed opening. He thrust it inside her with his tongue, continuing to suckle and nibble when it melted away.

“Ah, Camden … yes!” she cried, her hips moving of their own accord in tandem with his tongue strokes.

Reaching beneath her, he cupped her buttocks, lifting her to the perfect angle to continue devouring her succulent flesh. Her moans and whispered words of passion washed over him, filling his mind with pride in his ability to pleasure her, and his cock with urgency that caused it to swell even more. His erection had grown painful, throbbing and pulsing with the blood filling and engorging it to its limit.

However, he had more planned for his wife—a new exploration they’d been building to for weeks now. It required patience on his part, and he couldn’t very well do it if he couldn’t control the urge to thrust into her without preamble and fuck her until he exploded inside her.

Closing his eyes he moved one hand between her legs, thrusting two fingers just below his circling tongue. Thrusting them in and out of her sheath, he continued lapping at her clit, drawing another cry of pleasure from her lips. She shuddered once more, the spasms gripping his fingers indicating her coming climax. Clamping his lips around the pearl of her pleasure, he suckled with relentless insistence, and thrust harder with his fingers, slamming them in all the way to the third knuckle.

She screamed out her release, trembling and falling apart in his hands, while he rode the waves of her completion until they faded away. Only then did he still his fingers inside of her.

Standing, he reached up and began untying his cravat. Recovering quickly, Maggie sat up and reached out to help him. Her hands brushed his away and she snatched the neck cloth away before unbuttoning his waistcoat and shirt. He shrugged them away, closing his eyes as she reached out to caress him, her gentle touch tracing the lines and bulges of his chest and abdomen.

She paused at his breeches, gaze coming up to meet his. “I want you, Camden. Now.”

Lowering his gaze to where her fingers rested at his waistband, he placed one hand over hers. Lowering it to his crotch, he cupped her hand against his cock and thrust into her palm. She gave him a gentle squeeze, stoking the flames of his need even higher and hotter.

He allowed her to open the breeches and free him from his drawers. His mouth went dry as she palmed him, circling the engorged head with one hand and reaching down to cup his sac with the other. Head spinning from the heady pleasure of her hands on him, he braced his hands against the table and leaned against her, breath racing as she stroked and fondled him.

“How do you want me, love?” he murmured, brushing his lips over the hollow between her neck and collarbone. “Do you want me to spread your legs right here and now and make love to you on this table? Shall I lay you on the floor, or sit in this chair and let you ride me until you come? Or should I turn you around and bend you over this table and fuck you from behind?”

“Hmmmm,” she mumbled, steadily stroking his cock and coaxing a bead of moisture from the enlarged head. “So many tempting choices. I want them all, and I hardly know where to begin.”

He smiled. “Why don’t we try something new? Would you like that?”

She leaned back to meet his gaze. “Something new?”

“Do you trust me, Maggie?”

She pressed a short, gentle kiss against his lips. “Of course I do.”

“Good. Let me give you pleasure unlike anything you’ve known. Let me show you.”

Giving him another squeeze, she grinned when he groaned, falling against her and fighting the urge to spend right there in her hand.

“I am yours, Camden,” she whispered, her voice husky in his ear. “Do what you want with me.”

Biting his lower lip, he again fought for control. If she kept saying things like that, he wouldn’t be able to maintain his composure.

Stepping back from the table, he grasped her waist and urged her to her feet. Once she stood, he turned her until she faced away from him. Coming close, he pressed her back against him, trembling when his cock came to rest against her bottom. Grasping her hips, he brought her even closer, thrusting into the cleft between her buttocks. He heard his own breathing become harsh as he plunged forward, teasing his shaft with the feel of her damp curls and slick inner flesh.

Grasping one shoulder, he placed a kiss on the nape of her neck before giving her a gentle push and lowering her toward the table. She went obediently, resting her upper body on the surface, and instinctively arching her back to offer her lovely derriere at the perfect angle.

He bent over her, placing a kiss between her shoulders, and making his way steadily lower, tracing her spine. Grasping her hips, he kneaded the soft flesh of her buttocks, spreading her and gazing down at her exposed intimate flesh. Delving one hand between her legs, he teased her cunt, finding it still soaked from her first climax.

“So wet, darling,” he murmured, searching for her clit and stroking it, coaxing even more moisture from her core. She whimpered, wiggling her hips against his fingers, urging him to thrust them inside her. He obliged her, dipping first one, then two fingers into her slick sheath. Pumping them in and out slowly, he turned his hand so that he could press his thumb against the tight entrance to her back passage.

It slid inside of her easily, as he’d been pleasuring her this way for some time now. He watched his fingers disappear inside of her, thrusting in and out, hypnotized by the sight of her taking him into both entrances.

“Your lovely little arse feels so good, Maggie,” he whispered, removing his fingers from her cunt. Soaked in her juices, his index finger slid easily into her tight, forbidden sheath. He took his time, gently stroking and working to accustom her to the invasion and the feel of him stretching her. “It would feel so good around my cock. You want that, don’t you Maggie? Me inside your arse.”

She whimpered, moving against his thrusting finger, silently begging for more. He quickened his strokes while pressing the head of his cock to the mouth of her cunt.

“I love the feel of you, so hot and wet … I could never tire of loving you. But I want to feel you this way too—the only way I have yet to love you. Do you want me that way, Maggie? You have to tell me, because it’s your turn to talk, remember? Tell me what you want.”

He pressed a second finger to her entrance while steadily sliding his cock in and out of her cunt. She moaned swaying back against him, urging him on. He stroked harder, his pelvis slamming against her buttocks while his two fingers slid a bare inch into her rear entrance.

She gasped. “Oh, Camden … yes. Your fingers feel so good, I can only imagine how your cock will feel.”

He smiled, relieved yet again to know he’d read her correctly. She’d indicated curiosity about the pleasure to be experienced just beyond his finger sliding in and out of her anus while he made love to her from behind. He’d wanted it for so long but had been afraid to frighten or disgust her. He saw the truth now—she wanted this as badly as he did.

“I want you to have me in every way there is,” she said as he slid his fingers even further in. “I want you to make love to my arse, Camden.”

She could hardly believe the words had come out of her mouth. Yet, her husband stood behind her, his fingers gently stroking her cunt and smearing the moisture from her sheath up over her other entrance. His touch felt gentle and feather light, causing a tingling sensation and longing for more.

The first time he’d slid his finger into her that way, she’d been shocked. As time went on, the more he did it, the more she began to wonder what it might feel like to experience his cock sliding in and out. It had frightened her at first, and while fear still niggled at the back of her mind, curiosity had won the battle.

Besides, Camden had never been a selfish or callous lover. Even when he’d only been the rake intent on having her virginity, he’d coaxed her body to readiness first, then taken her gently until she felt ready for more. She had no doubt this would prove to be much like their first encounter. Camden would never hurt her, or do anything she didn’t like or didn’t express readiness for.

As he pressed the head of his cock—slick from being inside of her—against her rear opening, she held her breath and waited. His hands were tight on her hips, holding her in place, and she could hear his breath racing through his nostrils.

“Are you certain you’re ready?” he asked, his voice tight and strained.

She knew what it cost him to maintain his hold on discipline. He trembled, and the strain in his tone indicated that he’d come to the end of his rope. If he didn’t make love to her soon, he was like to go mad.

“Yes,” she replied. “I want this, and I know you do, too. Don’t wait any longer, Camden. Take me now.”

He shuddered, releasing his breath on a rush as if relieved. One hand still steady on her hip, his other gripped his cock and guided it into her slowly.

The pressure proved intense, robbing her of her breath as his head slid into her. The foreign feeling was both intriguing and odd. It felt unlike anything else she’d ever known … she did not yet know if she liked it yet.

Camden’s fingers tightened even more on her hip, sure to leave fingerprints, and his breath became ragged as he slid in another inch.

“Fucking hell,” he rasped. “You’re so damn tight. Christ, Maggie.”

He withdrew slightly, the friction causing a sensation not unlike burning. Maggie bit her lower lip and closed her eyes forcing herself to breath. His fingers caressed her spine, a tender touch.

“Relax, my love,” he whispered. “Your back is more rigid than this table. Take a breath. Relax and let me in.”

Drawing in another deep breath, she forced her erect back to soften. She sank onto the table, turning her head so that her face rested against the polished wood. He plunged forward again, giving her another inch, then withdrew, moving in and out in short, slow strokes. The burning subsided, and another sensation began to build where their bodies joined.

Reaching up and taking one of her hands, he lowered it toward the edge of the table.

“Touch yourself, Maggie,” he commanded. “It’ll help you relax more, and increase your pleasure.”

Spreading her legs wider, she slid one hand between her legs and parted her lower lips. Dipping one finger into her honeyed core, she encountered the slick folds and her clit. She shuddered as her index finger pressed against it, massaging in slow circles. Her desire began to build again, and the combination of her own fingers stroking her pearl combined with Camden’s slow, rhythmic strokes to create something new and exciting.

Her lips parted on a moan at the same time her husband groaned, coming further into her, almost to the hilt. She felt full, almost as if he would tear her in two—yet, just when she thought her body could accommodate no more, he fell against her and his pelvis met her backside, completing his path into her unexplored passage.

Reaching up, he slid his hands under her and cupped her breasts. His fingers teased her nipples, adding a third pleasure to the myriad of sensations overwhelming her as he leaned over her and slowly began to move. Her own fingers quickened between her legs as his cock moved in and out of her, its way eased by his patience and slow invasion. Her body welcomed him now, now yearning for more of the new pleasure he’d offered it.

Gripping one of her thighs, he lifted it up onto the table and bent it at the knee, allowing for deeper penetration. She gasped when he slid in even further—she hadn’t thought it possible—and his bollocks swung against her cunt, brushing against her mons rhythmically as he increased the rhythm of her strokes.

Straining for a climax just out of her reach, Maggie slid two fingers into her cunt and pumped them in and out at the same cadence he thrust into her, increasing the sensation twofold, fulfilling the promise he’d given her of a pleasure unparalleled.

“Oh God!” she cried, throwing her head back and moving her hips against his, desperate to reach the pinnacle of pleasure. The culmination of it had already robbed her of her breath, causing her lungs to burn. “I’m going to … oh,
Camden!
”

“That’s it,” Camden murmured, kissing her shoulder and the nape of her neck. “That’s it, love.”

Her voice raised an octave before falling away on a keening sound of euphoria. She shuddered as wave after wave pounded through her, causing her cunt to throb and pulsate violently around her fingers. A flood of moisture came, and then another intense wave, and a second climax washed over the first.