“Ah, Jack. You have the right of it,” she hummed, her natural brogue rising to the surface and coloring her words. It sent yet another bolt of lusty desire straight into his groin. He gently nipped and sucked in reward.
Her nails scraped against his scalp as his hands continued their mission to remove anything between them. With his mouth happily teasing her breasts, he mapped out the rest of her curves and dips, committing them to memory. His easy exploration should have ratcheted his desire to unbearable levels, but it didn’t. Secure in the knowledge that she was now his, he could take his time and savor her with the reverence she deserved.
Tingling fingers trailed down the outside of her thigh. As if pulled by a string, her knee lifted and rubbed against him. “You have far too many clothes on, Mr. Callaghan,” she observed.
Jack wasn’t ready to lay skin to skin with her just yet. His control, while on a tight leash, was manageable; but if his bare cock touched any of that soft, creamy flesh, it would snap completely.
“Please, Jack,” she begged. Her hands left his head and made quick work of his black tie, then moved down to his starched white shirt, opening the buttons with skill and dexterity until she reached his cummerbund. A brief feminine grunt of frustration bubbled over her lips before she simply yanked the fabric free.
He chuckled at her enthusiasm, but that sound became a hiss when her hands raked across his chest. Who could have foreseen such pleasure from such a simple touch? As he had explored her, so she returned the favor. She moved over his pecs with a purr of satisfaction. Any worries he might have had about her being put off by his scars were quickly cast aside. Her gentle fingers found every one, claiming and rebranding it as her own. Her eyes flashed with desire, pure and possessive, letting him know, in no uncertain terms, that he was hers, scars and all.
To punctuate that, she palmed and then scraped his male nipples, then moved downward. Before he knew it, his clever bride had managed to unfasten his cummerbund and was working on his trousers.
Clearly he’d underestimated her; before his next full breath, she was reaching in and curling her glorious hand around him. Reflexively, his hips bucked of their own accord, thrusting into her palm. With small, torturous circular movements, she spread the thick wetness around with her thumb, lubricating the tip of his shaft. Though they had refrained from penetrative sex prior to their wedding, he was intimately familiar with her handiwork. As good as it felt, he couldn’t allow her to continue. He was already far too close.
Distraction, that’s what he needed. Intent on her task, she didn’t take notice of his wandering fingers until they stroked between her slick, wet folds. Kathleen’s hand clenched in a tight squeeze at the same time her head fell back and she cried out.
“Christ, Kathleen,” he breathed. “You are so wet for me.”
“I’ve been waiting for seven years, Jack,” she countered huskily. “I’m more than ready.”
His middle finger teased around her entrance, strokes meant to test her claim. Perhaps she was mentally prepared for this, but not physically. He eased inside, tiny thrusts with a single digit. Imagining himself inside that perfect, tight, wet heat was too much; instead, he concentrated only on giving her pleasure.
When she began rolling her hips against his hand, he added another finger and pushed deeper. Encountering the thin membrane that marked her innocence helped him focus. Yes, he would have her. And yes, they would be joined. But he would make it as painless as possible.
The rhythmic rocking of her hips increased in tempo and he felt her begin to tighten around his fingers. Jack pressed his thumb against her sensitive nub while matching his thrust to the pace she had set, and within seconds, her entirely body tensed and she cried out his name.
She clamped down on his fingers so hard he felt it in his groin. A telltale tingle fired to life at the base of his spine and he clenched his teeth and willed it away. He could wait. He would wait. And when he finally did allow himself that glorious release, it was going to be deep within his croie.
Jack eased her down from her climax, massaging her with gentle pressure from his palm and kissing her, long and deep.
“Enough stalling. Now, Jack.”
Unable to deny her any longer, Jack pulled away only long enough to divest himself of his clothes, tossing each item into a rumpled heap on the floor. Kathleen watched him intently, raking her gaze over his shoulders, his chest, his abs. He held his breath as she roamed over his many scars, but he needn’t have worried. Not once did he see an ounce of pity; only approval blazed in her eyes.
Approval. And desire.
When he shucked the last of his clothing, she lifted up higher on her elbows for a better look. His turgid cock bobbed toward her in a bid for attention, successfully drawing her gaze. Her eyes widened and her tongue peeked out and licked her lips.