Somewhere in His Arms (56 page)

             
Alec's lungs weren't processing oxygen properly, and he was feeling lightheaded.  It could have been the wine, or the fact that his lovely wife was clinging to him and trembling as if she were
still
a virgin. He didn't know. But he was shaking just as badly and hurried to place her on the bed before he sent her back to hospital. He laid her gently on satin sheets and stretched out beside her. She stared up at him with eyes wide and searching, feeling as if this were indeed her first time. Her husband gazed down at her, awestruck by her dark beauty, and took his finger and lightly traced over her lips and jaw, pressing kisses after each touch. Lucy sighed and relaxed under his tender caresses, then reached up and cradled his face between her hands. She allowed her slender fingers to softly trace his handsome features, so familiar and yet so dear. He closed his eyes at her touch and sighed her name. His head lowered and he kissed her gently, parting the sweet mouth with his tongue, and meeting hers with gentle, beguiling strokes. Alec slid his hand down her body in tender possession, lingering over the softly swelling breasts, and nipples peeking shyly through the lace. Her breath caught as he slid his palm over her belly, down her thigh, and beneath the lacy hem of her nightgown. He slid it upwards and she raised her arms to help him ease it over her head. His fumbling hands were met with hers and she helped him off with his pajama pants. Then they were naked and he clutched her to him in desperate longing.

             
“Wife,” he breathed and her mouth opened on a sob as he devoured her throat; his hand slipping between her thighs to claim the swollen flesh that ached for him. “Open for me, sweetness,” he begged softly.

             
“Come to me, husband!” Lucy gasped and spread her thighs for him. Her head fell back, whimpering in an agony of want as gentle fingers probed the hungry flesh, parting the damp folds, and slipping into her tight heat. “Alec!” she sobbed. “I want you so!”

             
“Lucia,” he murmured, dipping his head and licking her breasts, and groaning at the taste of sweet flesh. His tongue swirled over the aching peak, drawing it between his teeth, and drinking greedily. She sobbed softly and slid her hands into his hair, clasping his head tightly to her. Then he kissed her scars, allowing his tongue to trace over them lovingly, reminding him of how close he'd come to losing her completely. She was growing restless beneath him and he chuckled at her impatience. “Soon wife,” he soothed.

             
Lucy didn't want to hear it. Her body was on fire, the ache between her thighs an insatiable hunger that only he could satisfy, and she wanted him deep and hard inside her.

             
“Alec, please!” she spread hot, persuasive kisses over his face and throat, tracing his ear with her tongue, and gliding her hands possessively over his splendid body. But he only laughed softly, his thumb teasing gently over her clit, and making her insane with need. She writhed beneath him and finally allowed her hand to go where she had never dared: Lucy slid her hand down and closed it over his swollen cock.

             
Alec cried out and shuddered in agonized pleasure as her small hand gripped him tightly. She'd never touched him there before, and he couldn't hold off longer. He spread her thighs wide and plunged in---deep. Lucy sobbed in anguish: part pain, part pleasure, his cock expanded within her, stretching and filling with exquisite fullness. She wrapped her thighs around his waist and gripped his shoulders as he began to move. He'd meant to take her tenderly as a husband should on their wedding night, but it had been too damn long. He found himself plunging wildly, unable to control his lust for her. Lucy whimpered as his cock impaled her starving flesh. He hadn't touched her for weeks, wanting to wait, and she reveled in his wanton possession, arching her hips hungrily against his, and gasping in delight at his thick heat moving swiftly within. His tongue fenced with hers and she kissed him back, crying out his name. His arms tightened around her and his whole body shook with the force of his thrusts. It was an intensely passionate fucking, and she gloried in it. Her nipples were scrubbed raw by the hair on his chest and she could feel the familiar, quickening ache in the pit of her belly.

             
“Lucy!” Alec moaned and increased his pace, wincing at her tight little cunt pulling him in deeper. “Am I…hurting you, love?”

             
“I want you to!” she sobbed, gripping him tighter within her arms. “Alec!” she shrieked, her nails biting into his back as she came.

             
He groaned and with several quick, deep thrusts his body was consumed by fire. Wave after wave of deliciously sweet agony washed over him and he collapsed onto his wife, trying to draw precious air into his lungs before he passed out. “Lucy,” he whispered into her hair. “I love you.”

             
“Shhh,” his wife shushed him, kissing his shoulder. “Alec, my darling husband, I love you so.”

             
Alec didn't know what came over him. Perhaps it was the simple act of joining with her sweet body, or the fact that she cradled him in her arms like a baby, but he began to weep and couldn't stop. He felt her gentle hands stroking his back and smoothing his hair, and he knew that whatever happened tomorrow or the next day, that he would never let her go. He raised his head and found her tears with his mouth.

             
They lay entwined in each other and fell asleep, endearments slipping from parted lips, each complete in the other, and in their love.

* * *

             
Lucy awoke to rain pattering quietly against the windows. Alec slept beside her, his gentle exhalations fanning her throat and sending the most delightful sensations down her spine. After they consummated their marriage for the second time, they'd slept until he woke her with sweet kisses. They' d made love until dawn, when they finally gave in to exhaustion. She huddled deeper under the comforter and snuggled closer to her husband.

             
She later awoke feeling deliciously full again and rose up to meet her husband's deep thrusts. His tongue ravished hers, and she sobbed against his mouth as he slowed his hips and plunged into her slow and hard. He loved her gently, and she wept in the tender aftermath of his passion. He kissed the tears away and laid his head down on the soft pillows of her breasts.

             
“Happy, love?” he asked after a while.

             
“Very,” Alec heard her sigh. “And you, English?”

             
He raised his head and stroked a rosy nipple with his thumb. “If I were any happier they'd have to scrape me from the ceiling.” He bent and took the taut peak into his mouth, grinning at her response.

             
“Don't, stop...doing that,” she moaned softly and arched her back, offering more for him to enjoy.

             
“Never,” he growled against her skin, nipping gently. He felt her fingers weaving themselves through his hair and he groaned when she opened her thighs for him. Moaning with pleasure, he moved down her body, and buried his head into her. She gasped in shock, her body nearly bucking off the bed, and he chuckled against the moist flesh.

             
“Alec...I don't think---” she started to say and then bit down hard on her lip as he speared his tongue into her. Lucy whimpered in wanton agony, snatching the pillow, and sobbing softly into it so no one could hear her shrieks of pleasure. “Oh...” she let out a shuddering breath, her body all at once hot and cold, and her husband nibbling and biting the tender folds. The pillow muffled the screams as best as it could, but it was difficult to concentrate when one's husband was plunging his tongue in and out of you, stabbing hotly, and swirling with deliberate torture around the most sensitive part of your body. And he knew it, too! She could feel the vibrations of his laughter, and Lucy wanted to hit him with something. But just when she thought she couldn't take much more, the pillow was snatched away; her mouth filled with his tongue, and the ache between her thighs being soothed with slow, hypnotic thrusts. Lucy moaned into his mouth and clutched his shoulders in a vain attempt to keep the world afloat. She failed miserably and cried out, his mouth absorbing the soft sobs, and giving her his own as he came. They clung to each other as their panting breaths returned to normal, though Lucy was reluctant for him to leave her.

             
“Don't go,” she sighed, as he shifted his weight onto his elbows.

             
“I must weigh a ton, love,” he breathed, kissing her mouth.

             
“I don't mind.”

             
Alec chuckled and pressed his brow to hers. “Sore yet?”

             
“What do
you
think?” she answered tartly. “You should be very pleased with yourself!”

             
“I am! I am!” he grinned down at his wife, who bore the countenance of woman who's just been shagged out of her mind. He brushed a few damp strands of hair away from her face. “If it makes you feel any better, I don't think I can go again.”

             
She wiggled her hips to test his theory and burst into a fit of surprised giggles as his flesh swelled within her. “You were saying...?”

             
Alec groaned and moved his hips in a slow circle, laughing as she cried out. “Well, maybe I can go another round. How 'bout you?”

             
Lucy arched her hips, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as he withdrew to the tip and impaled her slowly. “I think you'd better,” she gasped, reveling in the delectable stretching ache. “Oh! That feels so...nice!”

             
“I know something nicer,” he breathed and took her mouth again.

             
Later, after their passion was fully spent, they lounged in a tubful of bubbles. Lucy rested her head against his chest and sighed happily. “Did anyone ever tell you,
you
could be a porn star?” she asked as she scrubbed his feet.

             
“Me?”
Alec said incredulously. “I already have a contract.”

             
She sat up and drew a finger down the sensitive part of his sole, He jerked upright, laughing, sending water sloshing onto the floor. “Stop that!” he chuckled and reached around to tickle her ribs.

             
“Alec!” she giggled and tried to move away. “That's not fair!”

             
“Serves you right, you little imp.”

             
“Imp, huh?” Lucy turned to get a good look at him and rubbed a few bubbles onto his nose. “I remember a time when
you
behaved like an ogre!”

             
He wiped the bubbles off, wrinkling his nose. “If I was an ogre, it was only because I thought I couldn't have you.”

             
“But you already
did.”

             
Alec shook his head. “I didn't know you were mine.”

             
“When
did
you know?”

             
“Well,” he took his finger and ran it down her arm in deep thought, “I used to have these dreams, but I didn't really know until after you'd left with Rudy calling me and screaming that you were pregnant.”

             
“I used to have the same dreams,” she said sadly, “I'd wake up missing you and crying because I didn't know where you were.”

             
He kissed her cheek. “I used to hear you crying in your room and didn't know what to do.”

             
“And now?” She smiled a little.

             
“Now, I'll never let you go! You're stuck with me.”

             
Lucy leaned her head back, reaching for his arms, and drew them around her. “I can live with that,” she sighed.

             
“Good,” he whispered, brushing his lips against the soft skin of her shoulder.

             
Alec was basking in the afterglow of marital bliss when, lo and behold, his cellphone began ringing!

             
He was determined to ignore it, but something about the urgency of the ringing made him think twice. “Should I answer it?” he asked his wife.

             
“Well, who's got the number?”

             
“I gave it to Pat before we left, just in case.”

             
“It might be important.”

             
“Bloody hell!” he swore and rose from the tub, sloshing water all over the tile, and nearly tripping over the bathmat. Alec snatched a towel and went to answer the phone.
This had better be good!
“Hello?”

             
“Is that you, laddie?” Pat's deep voice shouted from a distance. “Where the devil have you been? I've been calling and calling.”

             
“We've been busy.” Alec leered at his wife, who giggled. “We eloped.”