Postcards From…Verses Brides Babies And Billionaires. Rebecca Winters

the torture. He settled for moving a finger to her slick entrance, sliding it deep and setting a slow rhythm before adding a second. Nicole groaned deep in her throat, whispering something incoherent as he continued pleasuring her.

      He bit hard on his lip, knowing he was the only man who had ever brought her this kind of pleasure. She was destroying his control with her unschooled responsiveness. There was no pretence in the way she dug her fingernails into his shoulders and let a harsh breath hiss out from between her teeth as her climax began to build.

      He felt her muscles tighten and slowed his pace, wanting to draw out the torture a little longer. He had waited long enough to want to take his time. He wanted to tease her right to the brink, then feel her come apart on his tongue. Without hesitation he moved her back a pace and dropped to his knees in front of her. She didn’t have a moment to protest before his tongue was sliding against her centre, stroking her in long, slow movements in time with his fingers.

      Nicole grabbed a fistful of his hair as she moaned her release, each delicate spasm sending tremors against his tongue as he rode it out with her. He stood up, then laid her down on the bed, covering her body with his. She felt like hot silk… A man could drown in pleasure like this. It was like nothing he had ever felt and they had barely even got started.

      She opened her legs for him, pressing herself against his erection without any of the nerves from earlier. A good orgasm apparently made his wife brave. He smiled to himself. He must make note of that for future reference.

      He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her hard and deep, knowing she could taste herself on his tongue. That fact only served to make him harder as he lay back on the bed beside her and grabbed her by the waist. He wanted her on top of him, so that he could watch her as he made them both come.

      Nicole tensed, her hand on his chest as she half leaned over him. ‘Rigo…’ She bit her lip, her voice hesitant.

      ‘Just trust me.’ He pressed a kiss to her lips, holding her waist and guiding her on top of him so that her thighs cradled his hips completely. He held his breath as she slowly lowered herself to him, capturing his erection in a vice-like grip of molten heat.

      Rigo head tilted his head back against the pillow, the sensation of delicious tightness almost more than he could bear. Nicole lifted her hips slightly, sending fresh waves of pleasure up his spine.

      ‘Yes—just like that,’ he urged, groaning as she repeated the motion and circled her hips in a slow, tortuous rhythm.

      From this angle he had a full view of every tantalising curve of her body. The full high peaks of her breasts, the inward curves of her waist. She was like something that had walked straight out of his wildest fantasy. He took a moment to relish the fact that she was entirely his. The knowledge that he had been the only man to see her this way, to feel her as she lost control of herself…

      He sucked in a breath as she leaned over him, giving him the perfect opportunity to claim her breasts once more. She was fast gaining pace, sliding against him in a steady rhythm as she braced her hands on the bedposts above them. Rigo thrust upwards in time with her, feeling his pleasure intensify. He had never felt an orgasm build this slowly, seeming to thrum up the tension in every nerve ending of his body.

      He took one of her hands from the bedpost and guided it to her clitoris. ‘Show me how you like it…’

      Nicole’s eyelids fluttered down as her fingertips drew a slow circle on her clitoris. Knowing he was watching her touch herself was both shocking and intensely sexy. She forced herself to open her eyes, to look down at him as she brought them both closer to their release. The pleasure was so intense she almost stopped, her breath coming hard and fast as she rode him.

      Rigo seemed to sense her uncertainty. ‘Harder,’ he growled, sinking his fingertips into her hips.

      He thrust upwards, filling her so completely that she cursed. His eyes widened, and his hands tightened on her hips as he repeated the motion, over and over. She could tell that he was close—just as she was. Her fingers worked faster. Her orgasm was building with such intensity it took her breath away. When she finally shattered into a million pieces Rigo wasn’t far behind her. A few sharp thrusts were all it took for his muscles to tighten beneath her and spasms to ripple through his powerful body.

      Nicole tried to move, not wanting to collapse on top of him, but Rigo kept his grip on her hips. He groaned low in his throat as he buried his mouth in the valley between her breasts and pulled her down to cover him. She relaxed her muscles, unable to hold herself up any longer, and gloried in the aftermath of their lovemaking.

      ‘I have been thinking about doing that for weeks,’ Rigo whispered in her ear. ‘Watching you ride me while you touch yourself…’

      Nicole shied away from his erotic words, her bravery fast waning.

      He nipped the skin just below her ear, his voice a low rasp. ‘You have no idea what it does to me to have you in control like that…’ His words were slurred with tiredness as his body turned so that they lay on their sides, his arm around her waist, holding her close against his chest.

      Nicole heard the moment his breathing slowed and sleep claimed him. She felt his heat surrounding her, protecting her, and as she looked down she caught the glint of his gold wedding band in the dim light. After all the pleasure she had just experienced she had almost forgotten that they were married. She was someone’s wife now.

      And this man—this utterly sinful, passionate man—was her husband. The concept of man and wife had never truly held any weight with her until today. But as she had stood in the church and made a vow to love and honour the man beside her she had been jarred by an errant thought.

      She wasn’t quite sure if she had been acting.

      Rigo lay on his stomach, his face completely relaxed in sleep and mere inches from hers. Nicole had no idea what time it was, but judging the brightness of the sun at the windows it was late morning. She turned on her side, taking in the sheer presence of him. A strange tingling sensation began in her stomach as she raked her gaze down over his muscular shoulders, over the smooth olive-toned skin that lay bare down to his hips before being covered by the soft white sheets.

      If she moved her foot ever so slightly the sheet would slip down further, revealing just a little more… She bit her lip, smiling at her own wayward thoughts.

      She tested her theory, shifting her foot and watching as the sheet slipped down an inch. One tanned, toned buttock was revealed and she felt her breath catch. Her eyes darted up to his face. Thankfully he was still sleeping. Her throat was painfully dry, her heartbeat quickening, but still she got braver. With one smooth flick she pulled her foot away completely. The sheet came away, too, bringing every hard, muscular plane into view.

      His body shifted suddenly, and Nicole froze as his muscles flexed before his entire body turned so that he lay on his back. She looked up, and sure enough he was wide-awake, watching her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

      ‘Please, by all means carry on. Don’t let me disturb you.’

      Rigo’s husky drawl made her cheeks warm as he reached out to stroke a hand lazily down her ribcage.

      Of course, him being on his back now meant that an entirely different plane of muscles was on show. Nicole looked away, focusing instead on his face. His eyes were crinkled at the sides with the effort of holding in his amusement.

      ‘I have absolutely no idea what the etiquette is for this situation.’ She looked up at the ceiling, trying not to smile herself.

      ‘This is new territory for me, too, Nicole.’

      She looked back at him, one brow raised. ‘Oh, come on—you’ve probably done the “morning after” routine so many times you’ve lost count.’

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