The Undoing of a Libertine by Raine Miller
It was just as well, she thought. When Georgina changed out of her nightdress, she had chosen to put on her blue dressing gown instead, with one omission. She was just as naked underneath her robe as he was underneath his bed covers.
Georgina drew as close to the bed as she could and gave Jeremy her answer. Nodding, she opened her robe and let it fall.
Her husband froze for just a second before pulling her into his bed, and he mumbled something. It sounded rather along the lines of, “Thank God!”
She got her wish. Jeremy’s beautiful skin was pressed against hers. The lick of desire lit up in her belly, and she recognized it for what it was the second she felt it—wantonness.
Underneath him, Georgina surrendered to his hands, mouth, lips, and tongue. Jeremy was gentle in the way he asserted himself with her. And it was fitting and proper because he was her husband and had rights and privileges to her now. He could do as he liked.
Surprised at herself for wanting more of what he was doing, and by how good he felt bearing down on her, his tongue moving in just the right fashion, soft but firm, she forced herself to let go and float in sensation.
“You taste sweet,” he mumbled, flicking the soft roughness over her nipple, back and forth before covering the whole thing and pulling it up into his mouth.
Jeremy’s mouth was softer than she remembered, for he’d shaved his face smooth. He usually wore a shadow of a beard, and she had felt the tickle of whiskers when he kissed her yesterday. The sensation of her flesh filling his mouth, of part of her body being inside of him was stirring. Pressing on the back of his head, Georgina brought his mouth harder against her.
“You liked that?” He lifted his head and moved up to her lips.
“Mmmmmm, yes,” she panted back.
Jeremy’s tongue speared into her mouth then—a portent of an invasion of firm flesh to fill another part of her soon. She knew what was coming, and strangely, she wanted it, from him. In this moment she knew no fear, only needed the completion of Jeremy—inside her? Georgina felt an aching need between her thighs.
Shocked at her own desires, she gave into the pleasure of his tongue sweeping deep in her mouth. She pushed her own tongue forward to tangle with his. The soft texture of their wet mouths coming together shot her core with a rush of wetness. There was a lot of heat and wetness between her legs. Clamping them tightly together provided little relief. She really just needed him closer.
“Please—” she begged without knowing what she asked for.
* * * *
Jeremy felt her legs stiffen and heard her whispery plea. The urge to lose himself to abandon was great, but he held himself in check, for he would not scare her. Even if it killed him, he would not frighten her this time. That she was so willing to trust him again filled his heart. He wanted to show her tenderness and pleasure and remember forever that it was him who had given it.
Pulling back to see her, he wanted to soak in her image as she lay on the bed, for she was glorious in her skin. “Look at you…”
He greedily took in the magnificent breasts, tight and wet from his mouth, the sloping curve of hips framing a flat stomach that dipped down to a triangle of dark soft curls. Oh, how he wanted inside that part of her. That beautiful, mysterious, paradise of feminine splendor that was Georgina’s alone. A place he could know but never fully understand because that was the beguiling thing about a woman’s sex. The need to penetrate, to be in that part of her, would never grow dull. He would forever seek to put himself inside her depths, to be as close to her as he could get.
Slowly, he brought his hand down to her waist, over her navel, across to her hip, and inside to her thigh, tracing her shape. “Open for me, Gina. I want to see you and to know that you want this. Show me that you want…me.”
He heard an exhale, as if she’d been holding her breath. Slowly she moved, and he watched those long shapely legs that he’d admired so well on that rainy day by the creek shift apart for him.
Oh dear, God! He gritted his teeth to hold back the orgasm that threatened to come barreling out the tip of his cock.
Chapter Seventeen
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve;
Lovers to bed; ’tis almost fairy time.
—William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream (1595)
Georgina couldn’t believe what she was doing, but somehow didn’t have much trepidation at following his request. Whatever he asked, or wanted from her, she could do. That he wanted her at all she found unbelievable. She watched Jeremy’s face as she did his bidding. His jaw got very sharp and tight, like he was gritting his teeth.
“God, yesss. I want in you so badly I can hardly think,” he said more to himself than to her.
He kept his eyes on her body and inhaled, his eyes looking very hungry. Breathing in, he blinked slowly as he sat back on his knees.
Dear Lord! Recalling his words just a moment ago, she could understand the sentiment. Now it was her turn to get the full view of him. If he thought she looked like a goddess, then he must certainly be the king of all the gods, for his body was stunning, erect and hard in all his male splendor. The muscles filled out his form just like a statue of marble from the ancient world.
Georgina felt herself inhale deeply at the sight of him bare. He was big. His proud sex jutted up and out, dark pink, stretched skin, a glossy drop at the very tip, and the twin weights below, high and tight.
Now. It’s happening now.
She couldn’t help tensing as he crawled up her body, settling himself between her thighs. His eyes tracked her the whole way. She adjusted her legs, accepting the weight and touch of his skin on her skin. He felt hot. So did she.
The time was now. Time to complete the vows she’d pledged earlier this day. To offer herself willingly—submit to her husband’s demands—be a wife.
Fear still ruled her even though she was determined to do this. What if the memories came back again? What if he hurt her? What if she couldn’t bear it? What if she panicked? What if he was disgusted by her?
He reached for the back of one knee, bending it slowly and locking it behind his hip, opening her up completely, and at the same time lowering his hips to hers, linking them together, pelvis to pelvis. Hot flesh to flesh. She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped.
He whispered through light kisses, ever gentle and tender. “You’re ready for this, Gina. You are. Don‘t ever be afraid of me. I won’t hurt you.”
When his sex kissed hers, Georgina felt a flash of alarm, and she braced herself.
He immediately held her face to him. “It’s me, Jeremy,” he whispered, pressing his lips to hers, caressing like she was made of the most fragile china, “making love to you.”
“I know,” she said, her breath beating against his lips.
He held himself still against her. “Trust me, beautiful. Let me show you how it can be.”
The jolt at the solid contact of rock-hard, velvety muscle was impossible to hold back when it came. She started to shake, impassioned and nearly out of her mind when she felt the blunt head of him bump at her entrance. She closed her eyes.
Jeremy cradled her face in his hands, trapping her softly with his firm weight. “You feel good, sweetheart,” he soothed. Kisses brushed over her cheeks and forehead. “Can you look at me?” he asked. “So I can see your eyes when I am inside you and we are that close.”
“Jeremy…” She opened her eyes to him, willing herself to surrender to this intimacy with him. She couldn’t do anything else really, or want anything different. Georgina needed him to do this. She truly did. This act, with him, right now, was the one thing that would obliterate the past which tormented her.
Jeremy let go her face, found her hands, and entwined their fingers together. He pressed forward.
She softened under his weight, and he kissed more deeply, forging his tongue farther into her mouth as he slid just a fraction inside. He kissed her over and over again, whispering, adoring. Telling her how beautiful
“Is this all right?” he gasped.
“All—right,” she panted on an exhaled breath.
* * * *
The force of her inner muscles slowly surrounding him was dreamlike. He stopped and held still for a moment before moving with a firm, smooth stroke. He saw her eyes open wider as he withdrew and pushed back inside her slick sheath. In the same instant he whispered, “You’re beautiful,” and claimed her mouth again. “And you’re mine now.”
He shuddered with the awareness of what he was doing. Exquisite. She is exquisite, just as I knew she would be.
The invasion into her body produced a little moan that he swallowed up with a kiss, the sound of her only sending him higher. He’d filled her up completely, utterly possessed her, brought them as physically close as was possible to be without any barrier between them.
He rarely did this without sheathing himself first. One of the first things a young man was taught were the evils of sexual disease, and that using prostitutes without precautions guaranteed a certain and permanent affliction. Jeremy had always been careful with his cock. He’d made sure to employ a French letter with courtesans, so the feeling of going bare inside her had him swimming in sensations he’d rarely known.
Seeing her eyes widen in what he hoped wasn’t panic, he tried to tell her, “Gina, you know I—I must— It’s like I have waited my whole life for this moment with you.” He rambled the words, kissing along her neck, trying to slow himself down. “Tell me you are all right.”
Her eyes flickered at him. “I—I am. Don’t worry about me.”
I’ll always worry about you. “But you are everything right now,” he whispered before recapturing her mouth, his tongue moving in the way that mimicked what he was doing down low.
He had dreamed of her like this for so long. He felt himself spiraling in all-encompassing, unrestrained desire for her.
Jeremy stroked another gentle length, watching her face. “It’s good—so good with you,” he croaked.
And then he started to move in earnest. His thrusts caused Georgina’s head to roll in a rhythm over the pillow as he pushed back and forth, thinking all the time he could move within her forever. He wanted it to be forever. Her taut heat wrapped around him, her soft breathing showing response to his attentions, unlocked his heart all in an instant.
Jeremy felt emotional…different. This woman was precious, and he needed her like he’d never needed anyone before. He reminded himself again to go carefully and gently, to teach her slowly.
She sighed into him, tensing against his strokes, finding a primal, rhythmic sway in cadence with his actions, her head arched back, eyes closed tight again.
Jeremy worked slowly but steadily, plundering her, claiming her, possessing her totally, and losing himself.
Thrusting a little faster, he judged her ability to tolerate his pace. “Look at me, Gina. I have to have your eyes on me!” He needed to see her eyes so he could judge how she was bearing it. The will to protect her from fear overrode most everything else.
Georgina opened her golden eyes again and showed him. He couldn’t see fear exactly—more like incredulity. Her sweet surrender spurred him over the edge of a precipice, his balls going tense in anticipation of spilling his seed inside her, of sealing his hold on her, of making her his, irrevocably. Once that happened, their bond would be undeniably complete.
The passion engulfed Jeremy, and in good measure, the ardor that had been building and held back, since that rainy day he laid his eyes upon her, found its much desired liberation.
Pulsing above her, he gave in to the coiled tension. His cock got painfully harder, growing rigid before releasing a hot flood deep inside her.
“Ohhh, Gina! Gina…Gina…Gina…Gina,” he chanted into her throat, his hands, still entwined with hers, pulled them up close to cradle her face, drawing her into a kind of embrace, their bodies still locked together.
Sating himself on the pleasure pangs that roared through him, he held on to her tightly. Sweet Christ, everything felt so different—this experience with her. Nothing would or could ever be the same for him again. This he knew without a shadow of a doubt.
* * * *
It was happening. Right now he was inside her, and it did not hurt, nor was there any fear in the experience. Jeremy was passionate in the throes of his pleasure with her. Dominating, but tender, he demonstrated great desire and need as he moved. He was also a vocal lover, speaking all manner of things while he stroked into her—insensible whisperings, endearments, her name, the Lord’s name, and an ever-present striving moan that showed her the mystery of a man’s want for a woman’s body.
Georgina felt every inch of him moving, and with each new pulse, the compressions gave way to willful feelings of desire, heretofore unknown. She let him take her. She wanted it. He was different right now. Jeremy was wild and unrestrained and abandoned and beautiful, utterly beautiful in his raging passion.
Eventually, it reached a point where she could sense a change in him. His breathing quickened, his shaft felt harder, and then he stiffened, his whole body becoming rigid over her. His head rocked, his lips pulled back to show clenched, white teeth that choked out her name, over and over. His eyes never left hers, looking fierce, emotional, pained even as he clutched her face close to his.
She felt his sex kick inside her as he held it for a time before slowing and then finally coming to a rest, his tension releasing into lax, languid limbs atop her. Georgina knew he had spilled his seed as he found his release. Then she felt a great deal more wetness. Dear, God! That’s how it will be with him.
Wanting to give herself and be passionate in return seemed natural. This act, with him, was not unpleasant—far from it. Jeremy like this with her was meant to be. She’d felt how much he wanted her, and she would do this willingly for him because it was what he needed. There was no hurt or shame in what they’d just done. Oddly, she wanted more, but didn’t really grasp what, exactly, “more” could be.
It took a long time for Jeremy’s breathing to level out. Finally he moved off her. She knew a strange longing when he pulled himself out of her, felt the gush of his seed and her own slick fluids. The wet between her legs gave evidence of the most intimate union between a man and a woman. They were truly married now.
Jeremy kissed her forehead and brushed his thumb over her lips. “Tell me if you are well.”
“Mmmmm,” she assured, nodding against his hand that still held her face. “I am.” After another moment of quiet, she asked the question she needed answered. “Jeremy, was it—was it—are you well? I mean, was it—did I do—”
He laughed at her. “You swell my heart with your sweet inquisition. And my answer can only be yes. You were utterly perfect.” He kissed her once more. “Have no doubts about my pleasure when you are in my arms. In fact, that’s where I must have you all night long.” He adjusted her comfortably against him in anticipation of sleep. “Right here up against me.” His hand smoothed over her curved hip and pulled her to him, fusing their lower halves.
Jeremy’s words relieved her, for if she could have him next to her like this, she would feel safe and never worry. “And I wish to be.”
The three glasses of wine must have finally taken effect when she drifted off because she opened her eyes sometime later. Jeremy was warm against her, his hand settled low at her breast. And he was something else, too. Hard. Georgina could feel the ridge of his manhood pressing into her hip, and oddly, she liked the idea that his body was affected to want her again.
“How are you feeling, Gina? Tell me. I must know.”
Georgina thought about the question before answering. “I feel much cherished by you, Jeremy.”
Hearing her response must have been encouragement enough because he rolled atop her, starting th
She gasped in air at the thought. Thrilling, desirous feelings flooded her. Yes! God, yes! Do it again! There was no worry this time. Georgina knew she had nothing to fear from having Jeremy love her like this. The elation at such knowledge gave her a power she had not felt in a long, long time.
Jeremy moaned desperately. “I want you too much. I have needed you so badly, waited so long, and I cannot hold myself back from you—I can’t—I’m sorry!”
Georgina pushed at him to get his attention, “Do not be sorry. No being sorry, ever! I wish this with you. Jeremy! Ahhh…never sorrrry!”
* * * *
She said it. She wants me.
He took her again. Proving to himself he could be more gentle and controlled than he’d ever thought possible, Jeremy arrived at a blissful peace afterward. A peace such as he’d never known, content and relieved with their scents blending into the musky smells of sweat and their passion and her soft warmth folded against him.
“When I set out to bed, I want you in here with me so I can reach over and find you in the night. Every night, Gina. I want you next to me like this.”
She sighed contentedly and nestled against him, her fingers brushing over his pectoral, caressing the same spot over and over. Jeremy had never known such depth of feeling in intimacy with another person. It was strange but wonderful. Now he was the one feeling cherished. God, it was such a good feeling!
Later still, their limbs entwined, it was an easy thing to find sleep together in this first night. The mere thought of Georgina anywhere but next to him seemed unthinkable.
He didn’t make it through the whole night though. Watching his wife in her sleep, Jeremy was entranced. Dark golden hair mussed and swirling over the pillow framed her face, her neck, and the graceful hollows that smoothed into the cleavage of her breasts.
Those breasts of hers. He’d known they would be spectacular, but nothing had prepared him for the reality. They were a work of human art all on their own—creamy swells topped with dusky rose nipples that flowed out to her sides from the weight of gravity pulling on them. He could remember their taste, like pears. In the dim shadows, he could just make out the love-bites he’d sucked onto all that luscious skin.