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“Not really.”

“Because I love you, Sara.”

“You do?” She sounded so shocked that he winced. Had his
love really been so elusive to her?

“Yes, I am utterly besotted. I always have been. You are my
own beautiful Sara.”

“You aren’t just being kind?”

“No, I am not just being kind.” He pulled away enough to
look at her. “For God’s sake, my love, have I ever been capable of that kind of
polite dishonesty?”

“I suppose not.”

“Then believe me.” He kissed her forehead, finding a place
somewhere in between the welts.

She relaxed against him. He caressed her back, shoulders and
neck for long moments. Gradually the hives began to fade.

* * * * *

The ball had been a sad crush, a smashing success. And their
waltz had been perfect. Her eyes glued to his, she hadn’t missed one step. Now
they were alone in the sitting room between their chambers. Sara was exhausted
but in the delicious kind of way one is after such an enjoyable evening.

Colin embraced her. “I dismissed Flora.”

“But I have to undress.” She giggled. Whether from fatigue
or too many cups of champagne punch, she wasn’t sure.

“I shall undress you and tuck you in bed.”

“Will you stay with me?”

He kissed the top of her head. “All night. Tonight and every
night hereafter.”
She turned in his arms and waited while he unfastened the long row of buttons.
Before long, all her clothes were folded over a wingback chair and she stood
naked before him. It was still a little hard to be so bold but she was
gradually becoming accustomed.

He pulled her close. He was clad in only a dark blue silk
banyan and she could feel his erection pressing her belly.

He caressed her neck. “You must be very tired. Let’s find
you a nightdress and go to sleep.”

But she wasn’t ready for sleep. First, there was something
she wanted to do. Something special that she’d been saving for tonight. For
him. Priscilla and Fran had described what to do. Her heart pounded in fear
she’d muck it up and make a fool of herself. Like everything, there was always
a first time. She took a deep breath then sank to her knees.

“Sara?”

She looked up at him. “Let me please you.”

He touched her face. “You don’t have to do this.”

She turned, took his hand and kissed the broad palm. “I want
to.”

“But you are my wife.”

“In our chambers, never again treat me as a wife.” She
leaned up slightly, untied his belt then pushed his banyan aside, uncovering
his nakedness. She splayed her hand over the fine, dark hair that covered his
hard, flat stomach. His muscles tensed under her touch. She pressed her cheek
to his stomach and closed her eyes. “Treat me only as a lover.”

His hand caressed her hair. “My God, I love so you much.”

“I love you too.” She moved away and reached for his cock.
It was erect, huge and throbbing, velvet over steel in her hand. She took it
into her hands and it pulsed. A thrill chased through her. This handsome man,
this man who was her husband, wanted her, truly wanted her and no one else. It
gave her a heady sense of power. She stroked her hand up and down on the shaft.
He jerked in her hand.

She glanced up, questioning.

He nodded. “That’s good.”

She stroked him again and he groaned. “Really good.”

A drop of creamy fluid beaded on the head and she bent to
lick it off, delighting in the salty tanginess. He caught his breath and his
obvious pleasure gave her courage. She took the head into her mouth, moving her
tongue and sucking slightly.

His hands threaded into her hair. “Yes, like that, just like
that.”

She took him a bit deeper, his every throb and pulse telling
her how much he enjoyed her attentions. Growing more confident, she took him
deeper, making sure to swallow.

“Christ,
Sara.
” His hands twisted in her hair. His
hips rocked slightly.

She pressed her cheek to his stomach and closed her eyes

She sensed him holding back and she was thankful for it.
Later, when she was more accomplished, they could negotiate something wilder
than this. For now, the novelty, the newness was excitement enough. For them
both. Surges quaked through his cock. Her heartbeat sped up. It was going to
happen. She was making him come. A fierce sense of pride welled up in her.

He touched her face.

“Here, darling, stop.” At his urgent command, she stopped
her back-and-forth motions and he pulled out.

She cried out in surprise. Warm wetness jetted against her
breast. Her eyes popped open and she looked down to see his cock near her
breasts, releasing his come all over her breasts.

He dropped to his knees beside her, panting. He seemed
transfixed by the sight of his semen glistening on her. “God, Sara, you’re
beautiful like that.” He groaned softly. “You can never know how badly I’ve
wanted to see you like that.”

Pure happiness stilled her tongue. She could only giggle.

“I love you so much.” He kissed her lightly. “My wife, my
friend
and
my lover.”

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