At Least Once More by Emma Lai

her hips until they were between his right knee on the narrow furniture piece and his left foot still on the floor.
    He spread the still rosy cheeks of her bottom with one hand and used the other hand to guide the tip of his cock to her heat. On a groan, he slipped along the wet seam of her pussy. He continued to tease them both until she thrust her hips back on one of his forward slides and the head popped past the tight ring of muscles shielding her channel.
    “Yes,” she hissed even as he stilled his hips.
    Regardless of her eagerness, this was still only the second time she’d been with a man. Regardless of the irrational thoughts jealousy placed in his mind, whatever flirtation she might share with Markham, Gareth knew the man would never cross the boundary. Markham had seen what Gareth’s mother’s infidelity had done to the boy Gareth had been, and his friend wouldn’t subject him to the same hell as a man.
    Belle’s hips shifted back, and he slid deeper. He’d let her set the pace, for now.
    Over and over, she rocked her hips, each time taking a little bit more of him inside. He gritted his teeth at the torture. On her next backward slide, he thrust and slid balls deep.
    She groaned and froze.
    He fought the need to slam into her tightness until he exploded. “Are you all right?”
    “More,” she gasped, dropping her torso forward while raising her hips higher.
    Blood roared in his ears when he sank even farther inside. Her pussy clung to him, fighting his withdrawal. He sucked in a deep breath through his nose. Already his seed boiled in his balls.
    He leaned forward until he could reach a hand around her hips. He combed his fingers through the fine hair of her mound until he found and settled on her clitoris. He plucked the engorged nub, then rubbed it, repeating the motions until her hips shifted with each movement.
    With slow, shallow thrusts he countered each action. He pushed forward when his fingers plucked and her hips chased his withdrawal. He rotated his hips in the opposite direction of hers while rubbing with his fingers. When her movements grew erratic and small, and her pleasurable gasps filled the room, he withdrew almost his full length, then buried himself to the hilt.
    “Yes,” she wailed.
    He levered his hips back and forth with long, hard strokes. The muscles of her cunny sucked greedily at his cock and he thrust harder. She met each stroke with a small moan. His balls tightened and he rubbed her clitoris faster. He grabbed the back of the settee with the fingers of his other hand and prayed this one proved sturdier than Markham’s had.
    Belle screamed when he slammed deep and emptied his seed inside her. The spasms rippling her pussy milked his cock until, with one last shudder, he sat back onto his haunches.
    Chest heaving, he stroked Belle’s bottom as her body trembled. When his gaze fastened on the swollen, juice-slicked lips of her cunny, primal satisfaction ripped through him. Life with Belle was definitely going to be an enjoyable ride.
    She collapsed to her side with a gasp. Her heavy-lidded gaze focused on him. Her lips were swollen. She must have been biting them. He smiled. Not that she’d been able to hold back that last scream of pleasure. His cock twitched. “Have you learned your lesson about improper behavior?”
    She laughed and his heart skipped a beat. “If that’s what you consider punishment, then I might have to misbehave more often.”
    He growled, “Only if it’s with me.”
    She smiled. “Yes, Your Grace.” With a sigh, she closed her eyes.
    He smacked her thigh. “You have to right yourself. We need to return to the ballroom before our absence is remarked upon.”
    The smile fell from her lips and she opened her eyes and stared at him for a long moment.
    “Your brother and I have gone through a lot of effort to ensure this marriage won’t appear overly hasty.”
    She snorted and sat up before scrambling to her feet. “That’s all you care about,