Honor Reclaimed (All About Honor) by Kathleen Reagan Read Free Book Online

his
kiss.   She melted against him as he
kneaded her breast through her gown.   She barely felt him loosen her laces and was surprised when he lowered
the front of her gown to enable him access to her bared breast.   He had always loved the full feeling of
Johane’s breast, but Eirian was even more well endowed.   He loved the heavy weight
of the soft globe in his hand.   He
marveled at its soft texture.   Her
nipples were a soft coral pink and perfect in shape.   He drew it into his mouth and began to run his tongue around
and around its hardened tip.   Eirian arched her back, pressing her breast more readily against the
assault.   Her knees felt weak as if
they could no longer support her weight.   John sensing her desire lifted her in his arms and carried her over in
front of the perpetual fire in the fireplace.   He laid her gently in the thick rug that lay before it, and
then stretched out beside her.   He
resumed lavishing attention on her breast, nuzzling, stroking, squeezing and
suckling her breasts.   He was mesmerized by them .   He had her writhing beneath him before he began to remove
the remainder of her clothing.   His
lips followed the same path as his hands as he removed her clothing.   He kissed her shoulder, her breast and
then her belly.   He slid her skirts
down her hips kissing her still flat belly while his hands played with the
curls below.   He worked his hand
between her legs, which she instinctively tried to close.   He coaxed her to relax and then he slid
his finger down the center brushing across her clitoris sending a spasm up her
back then lowering his hand to run along the wet folds below.   His finger found her center and he
entered her working in ever widening circles.   He then returned to work that sensitive nub until she was
moaning so loud that he had to cover her mouth with his to keep her from
drawing the attention of the servants.   She was obviously ready as he released him self from the confinement of
his breeches.   His member sprang out
eagerly as he lowered himself between her legs.   Cupping her buttocks in his hands he drove himself deeply
into her.   She tensed, expecting to
feel at least something of the pain she had experienced in their first
encounter a little over four weeks previous.   Instead she experienced wave after wave of pleasure.   She wrapped her legs around John hips
pulling him as close to herself as she could manage.   John, forgetting his earlier concern for her delicate
condition, pounded himself forcefully into her, harder and harder until he
gained his release, emptying himself deep inside her.   He collapsed on top of her in complete sexual
exhaustion.   He lay on top of her
for a few minutes unable to move.   Eventually, he rolled off of her and gathered her close to him.   He kissed her deeply and told her that
she had been wonderful.   As much as
he loved Johane, he had never experienced what he had just experience with
Eirian.   Sex with her was more raw and had a sharper edge than the sweet and tender
love he had shared with Johane.   Perhaps it came from the inability to escape the feeling that he was
doing something illicit in having sex with this young woman.   Whatever the reason, it was
exhilarating and gave him the sexual release he needed; the result being that
he felt sexually fulfilled and relaxed.   One thing for sure, if nothing else, they were completely sexually
compatible.
    He had not intended, nor had he
wanted, to experience the complete satisfaction with this portion of the
marriage, but now that he had, he was not sure that he could ever get enough of
her sexually.   Maybe love would
follow.
    For Eirian, being a woman, and being
totally without experience in this regard, she equated sex with love.   Even as inexperienced as she was, she
knew what they had just experienced was special and unique.   She could tell that John had been
greatly moved by the experience; therefore, she thought, this