In the Firelight (28 page)

Shea put her hand to his chest, pushing him back slightly.

“I have a little surprise for you, too…” she smiled as she bit her lip and took a step back. Reaching behind her, she slowly pulled the zipper down at the back of her dress. Then she lowered the straps and slowly let the gown slip to the floor.

She was standing there before him in only her sparkly little shoes and thigh-high stockings.
Nothing else
…

Rhys groaned. “Fuck, sweetheart…” he swallowed hard. “You were fucking naked under that dress?”

“Yeah,” Shea said with a quiet, breathy voice. “I seem to recall that you kinda liked the whole no-panty look before.”

“Oh… you have no idea…” Rhys muttered with a wicked smile.

Shea slowly stepped towards him, hypnotizing him as she moved in the warm light. She stood close to him and touched her fingertips to his jaw, sliding them back into his hair and urging his lips down to hers.

They lightly kissed, Shea’s lips dancing along his, her tongue slipping into his mouth, drawing him more firmly into the kiss. Her hands slid down to the front of his shirt, and she began to undo the buttons while her kisses moved down his neck to savor the skin she was slowly uncovering.

Once all the buttons had been undone, her small hands slowly pushed his suit jacket and shirt from his shoulders in one bundle of fabric. Shea’s arms circled his neck and she stretched against him, pressing her soft naked curves to him, lifting her lips for another sweet kiss.

Rhys tangled his fingers in her hair, dislodging the wildflowers that had been scattered amongst her curls. He kissed her firmly, ravenously, sweetly. One of his hands slid down the bare skin of her back to rest on the naked curve of her ass, and he cupped it gently and smiled against her lips.

“My sweet little wife, standing in front of half the town, talking to the preacher… with no fucking panties on.” His lips swept over hers again before he murmured, “You dirty, dirty girl…”

Shea giggled and ducked her head to watch her hands slide down his sculpted abs towards the buckle of his belt. As she began to work him free, his hands grazed along her shoulders, down to follow the soft curves of her breasts, lifting them and lightly pinching at her hardened nipples. Shea’s breathing grew labored with his possessive, worshipping touch. Rhys kicked off his shoes, groaning aloud when she released him, stroking him firmly as she rained kisses across his broad chest.

“Arms around my neck, sweetheart,” he gruffly said, and she complied, pulling herself tightly against him and straining to reach his height. Their breath mixed in the scant space between them, and Shea began to tremble with anticipation.

Rhys leaned down, skimming his hands across her hips, over the curve of her ass, and down along the back of her thighs. He gripped her and lifted, bringing her flush up against him, raising her until she was lined up with his throbbing length. Shea whimpered breathlessly as he penetrated her hot core, then moaned a heady sound as he pushed her tightly against him to fill her completely.

At first, they barely moved, savoring the connection, their intimate bond. Slowly, Rhys lowered his head, his lips slipping past hers to trail down her neck. Kissing, nibbling, sucking lightly at the tender skin. Shea squirmed a little, her hips moving in small circles that slid her up and down on his swollen length.

Rhys felt weakened in the knees at the sensation, the heaven of her gripping heat squeezing and pulling at his hard cock. He stepped towards the bed and, without breaking their intimate contact, he laid her down covering her. Sheltering her small body beneath him and cradling her head in his hands. His lips found hers for a long, hard kiss, mimicking the touch of his hardness inside her as he pressed deeply into her with long, strong strokes. Shea let out a trembling moan.

“Mine...” he whispered against her skin. “My sweet,
delicious
wife.” His kisses left her lips and trailed across her collarbone, down over the swell of her breast, firmly suckling at her nipple. His tongue explored her tender flesh, alternating a steady suction with light nips.

“Baby,” Shea choked out against his hair, her body curling around him and holding him tightly to her, “I love you, Rhys. Oh, God… I love you.”

Rhys lifted his head to look down at her, her features soft with the erotic sensations, her eyes shining with deep emotion. His arms encircled her, pulling her shoulders up from the bed slightly as he kissed her long and hard. Protectively, he enveloped her in his body, wanting to absorb her into him, to fuse them together.

“So fucking sweet, Shea…” he whispered against her lips. “Oh, God… you’re mine now. All mine…”

His words triggered something inside her, and he felt the rhythmic constrictions of her vaginal walls clamping down around him. It was almost too much, her soft cries and her shaking body, the way she gasped and tightened and unfurled around him. But he rode through her orgasm, slowing his thrusts to kiss her deeply, to sweetly caress her cheeks and her eyelids with his lips, to gently bring her back down so he could build her passion again.

“Mine… my wife…” he groaned.

“Yes, baby… yours,” she whimpered with each slow, drawn-out thrust. “Yours… I’m all yours… I love you...”

He continued to stroke deeply inside her, rebuilding her need. He kissed her passionately, lovingly and trailed his lips down her neck as she began to grow mindless with the pressure once again swelling up within her. Rhys lifted up to his elbows to look down at her as she writhed beneath him.

“You’re gonna come again, aren’t you, sweetheart,” he asked roughly.

“Oh my God,” she gasped. Her fingernails cut into his skin, urging him to be rough and wild. “Oh please, Rhys…oh please…”

And then she was coming undone around him once more, her erotic cries reverberating off the solid cabin walls. Rhys groaned, the sound coming from deep in his chest, as he felt her compress and shake around his hard length with shuddering, rhythmic constrictions.

“That’s it, sweetheart…” Rhys moaned as he began to thrust faster. “Oh, Shea, yeah. I love to watch you explode around me.”

Her breath caught in her throat as another wave took hold of her. All Rhys could focus on was his throbbing length inside her. Her voice was raw from the sharp exhalations and raspy cries. The tight pressure of her muscles around him, and the wet slap of their skin. Suddenly, his arms tightened, grasping her against him, and the hot wash of his passion exploded deep within her core as he let loose with a guttural groan.

He collapsed against her, melting into her, faint with breathless emotion. Sheltering her in his arms, Rhys softly brushed the hair from her eyes and set a gentle kiss on her lips.

“I love you, Shea,” he murmured, “so fucking much…”

“I love you…” she whispered back against his mouth, with a voice that sounded purely exhausted and dreamy.

For a while, they just lay there, their lips meeting in soft caresses, faint breathy words of love floating between them. Shea pressed her cheek against the bare skin over his heart, inhaling his scent and soaking him in. Rhys brushed her hair from her face with his fingertips, smoothing it over the pillow as he pressed light kisses along her hairline.

“My wife…” he murmured softly, and her lethargic arms tightened faintly against him.

“I love you, Rhys,” she breathed. Wrecked and sated, Shea tucked her face against his chest, her breath tickling the course smattering of hair.

The room began to darken as the glow from the fire died down. Rhys lifted her gently against him and pulled the soft blankets down, peeling off her stockings and tucking her weary body into the warm flannel sheets. After getting up to place another piece of wood in the fireplace, he joined her in the warm bed, gathering her against him and holding her securely in the warm flickering light of their new bedroom. Gently, he caressed the smooth skin of her back, skimming across her curves, soothing her and lulling her to sleep.

She was eternally his.

His lifeline.

His love.

His
wife
.

The End

Excerpt from Broken Truth

By Beth Ashworth

Sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar, Charlie nervously tapped her fingers against the white granite counter top whilst watching the hands tick by on the large kitchen clock. Her tummy was filled with the usual pre-weekend butterflies before Callum came home.

With her free hand, Charlie shyly fingered the flimsy material of her black satin nightie. It was one of the many unnecessary purchases she had made during her shopping spree with Lucy after work. From new lingerie to designer evening gowns, they had managed to add to the already bulging expanse of clothing that Charlie owned.

“Oh, Callum won’t mind,” Lucy had continuously repeated throughout the afternoon as they made use of the platinum credit card he had given her a few months ago.

After arranging for Charlie’s wages to be transferred into a savings account each month, Callum had made sure to set her up with an additional card on his account. He had claimed that it was for her benefit and enjoyment, but secretly she knew it was his way of monitoring what she did whilst he was away.

Although apprehensive at first, Charlie soon found that the small piece of silver was her gateway to the more expensive items in life. Instead of saving every penny from her earnings to buy the latest pair of designer shoes, she now had the power to buy the same pair in as many colours as she could possibly fit in her wardrobe. It was a life she couldn’t have even dreamed of and she made sure she was thankful everyday whilst it continued.

The apartment’s intercom system buzzed noisily, jolting Charlie from her thoughts. Jumping up from her position at the breakfast bar, she hurried towards the intercom phone on the opposite side of the kitchen.

“Hi John, is he here?” she practically squealed, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.

“Yes, Miss Harris. His electronic fob has just been used on the underground garage. He should be with you shortly,” he replied.

“Thanks John,” Charlie said as she disconnected the call and placed the phone back on to the wall receiver.

Knowing Callum was mere minutes away, she moved swiftly through the apartment to wait by the private penthouse lift. Fidgeting nervously with her hands, she watched as the numbers on the panel steadily increased through the floors of the building. Growing more and more impatient, she eventually heard the heart stopping ding of the doors opening and Callum’s smooth and sensual voice as it echoed across the marbled foyer.

“Damn, Baby,” he growled, running an appreciative eye over her body as he entered the foyer. “You look absolutely gorgeous.”

With a little squeal of excitement, Charlie found herself rushing straight into Callum’s open and waiting arms. His firm and strong grasp held her body tightly against his as his mouth dipped low to claim her lips in a ferocious and practically starved kiss.

She felt his hands slowly drift down the length of her back to cup her bottom, before he squeezed tightly to encourage her to wrap her legs around his waist. She complied silently, raising one leg to his hip so that Callum could lift her effortlessly against him.

Sliding her hands to lock around the nape of his neck for support, Charlie gasped at the feel of his erection straining against the material of his trousers.

“You feel that, Baby?” he rasped breathlessly, looking at her with eager and desire filled eyes that penetrated straight through to the centre of her heart. She shivered nervously from the tingling pleasure his gaze could elicit from her body. “My dick has been as hard as steel for five fucking days thinking about you. I’ve lost count how many times this week I’ve thought about ramming my dick in your hot little pussy, Baby,” he growled roughly against the lobe of her ear. Charlie licked her lips and moaned against his mouth. “You want that don’t you? My dick pounding into that pretty, pink pussy of yours?” he asked as he walked forwards with Charlie held firmly in his arms.

Keeping her eyes fixed on Callum, Charlie heard the sound of the flower vase scrape across the stone table before it shattered loudly against the floor. Without breaking their eye contact, Callum lowered her body onto the cool hardness of the table in the centre of the penthouse’s foyer.