Molly made short work of her gown, throwing her veil to the side and stepping out of her silk slippers as she watched him. Her luscious hair fell about her shoulders, her eyes glinting with expectation.
Hugh ripped his cravat free. His coat and waistcoat soon followed along with his breeches. “Get on the bed,” he ordered, striding over to her with a casual air that was the opposite to how he felt.
Inside, his body quivered with need. Already he wanted her again. To lose himself in her hot, tight cunny. To make love to the woman who was a gift he’d not thought to ever receive.
“What are you going to do to me?” She did as he bade, sitting on the bed before scuttling back a little on the linen.
Hugh came to stand before her. He dropped to his knees. Her eyes widened, and she let out a little squeal when he clasped her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the mattress.
“Lay back,” he ordered. Without question, she did as he asked, her breathing ragged. He took in her beauty, her small stomach he hoped would bloom and stretch with their children in years to come. He pushed her legs apart, giving him a view of her cunny. She glistened in the afternoon light, and the musky, sweet scent of her teased his senses.
His mouth watered with the thought of tasting her, eating her until he was sated. His cock twitched, jutting out in front of him, primed and ready. He stoked it quickly, teasing himself. He wanted to come, to fuck her, but that could wait. Right now, he wanted to make her shatter on his lips. To hear her scream his name and grind herself against his face like he’d dreamed about this past week.
He cast a quick look up at Molly and found her watching him, her perfect, white teeth clamping her bottom lip in expectation. Hugh reached up, sliding his hand across her stomach to squeeze her breast. “You’re going to love this, my love.”
Hugh leaned forward, kissing his way up her leg, taking little love bites as he went. She squirmed under his assault, and he grinned, knowing there would be a lot more squirming by the end of the night.
He licked her skin, it smelled of spring flowers. Hell, she was sweet, so willing and reactive. He was a lucky man to have married such a woman. He licked his lips, rubbing his thumb over her nubbin, coating his finger in her juices. She moaned but didn’t shy away from his touch, instead, she spread her legs wider, her wicked gaze begging him to do more.
Oh, he’d do more, so much more before they had finished their first night as a married couple. Unable to wait a moment longer, he slid his tongue along her cunny. He used slow, smooth strokes, the need to savor the taste of her on his lips stopping him from rushing. Her fingers clamped into his hair, holding him at her core, and he ate her sweet petal, licking and flicking her receptive nubbin until she was writhing with need.
He had imagined Molly just so, letting him bring her to climax. Hugh placed his hands beneath her bottom, pulling her closer to his mouth and kissed her there. Used his tongue to tease, to delve. With one finger, he slipped into her. Her body clamped down on him, and his cock twitched, beaded with his own seed.
So tight. So hot.
Patience, he reminded himself. This right now was all for his wife. To give her pleasure without having to receive any in return. Not physically, in any case. In truth, however, his cock stood erect, poised for release. To give pleasure was just as exciting as receiving in his estimation.
She rode him, lost all inhibitions, and let him love her. His mouth made love to her, his finger teasing and giving a glimpse of what was to come. His cock.
“Oh, Hugh. Yes. Ohhh,” she said, her thrusts frenzied. Almost there. He grinned, flicking her nubbin one last time. She broke apart before him, arms outstretched above her head, her body riding his face without thought or care.
She was fucking marvelous.
Chapter 10
The day after their wedding, Hugh surprised Molly with a trip to his villa in Naples. The carriage journey took several days, but upon arriving at his villa, which overlooked the Bay of Naples, she realized the jarring of her bones and numbness of her bottom was well worth the discomfort.
Behind the villa were fields of grapevines, ideal growing in the rich volcanic soil. They were abundant and the deepest green she'd ever beheld, and already an abundance of grapes hung heavy on the vine.
Molly stood out the front of the villa on her first night, Naples lights tinkling in the early evening, the sunset a rich red and orange. Still visible in the distance was the majestic Mt. Vesuvius.
Hugh came up behind her, wrapping his arms about her waist. "Do you wish to see Pompei and Herculaneum? We can travel down there in a day or two if it pleases you."
Molly clasped his arms, holding him to her. It was surreal that she was here, married, and in love. So much had happened to her in such a short period of time that if her feet were not firmly on the ground, she might swoon.
"You're spoiling me. My friend Hallie will be terribly jealous when I tell her of all the places that I've been to."
"She enjoys travel as much as you?" His words tickled her ear, and she shivered in the warm, evening air.
"She lived in Egypt for some years. She's a historian, but is now married to the Viscount Duncannon."
"Arthur?" Hugh said.
Molly turned to him, meeting his gaze. "Do you know Lord Duncannon too? I did not know that you knew many other people in the ton other than the Duke of Whitstone."
"I, um, know a little of him, yes. Through Whitstone."
Molly wondered at his words before he pulled her into the room just off the balcony where his housekeeper here had served up cold meats, bread, and pasta for dinner. Molly sat and smiled as Hugh didn't move to the end of the table, but sat beside her, reaching out to pick up her hand and kiss it.
"I'm so very fortunate to have you as my wife. I want to spoil you most definitely, so tell me what you would like to do tomorrow. We may go and see if the gardeners at the Royal Palace of Caserta will allow us to walk the grounds. The building is as majestic as Versailles."
"Truly?" Molly had never heard of such a place, but having seen and adored Versailles, another such building of similar architectural beauty would be an excellent location to visit. "I would love that. May we also visit the sea? They say the water is aqua in color, and I want to know if that is true."
Hugh chuckled, placing a large portion of chicken and ham onto his plate, along with a good helping of pasta. "Your wish is my command, my love. Do you wish to go sea bathing? I can arrange that for you as well if you like."
Excitement thrummed through her veins, and Molly knew she was grinning like a spoiled child getting everything that she wished. "Will you join me if I do?"
The heated look he threw her sent her blood to pump hard in her veins, and she clasped her stomach to stop its fluttering. "Do you need ask?"
Molly bit her lip, spooning a mouthful of pasta into her mouth. "No, but I wanted to make certain just in case."
Their days in Naples were full of laughter and pleasure. Simply the two of them, exploring, learning, and always loving when they came together at night.
Pompeii and Herculaneum took some days to visit. Walking about the areas of Pompeii, especially, left Molly with a sense of the gravity of what had happened to the people there. The excavation of the buried city was in its infancy, from looking at what had been unearthed so far, so much more of the ancient city remained hidden.