Tucker moved down her body. Without even knowing what she was doing, she squirmed away from the intimate touch she knew was coming. But he took hold of her hips and held her in place, then delved his tongue where no tongue had gone before. It was the most exquisite sensation Vivi had ever known. He swirled and sucked, nipped and prodded, licked and scraped-and she, all the while, could do nothing but writhe and grasp and moan.

But Tucker didn’t stop there. Vivi tried to catch her breath while her husband worked his fingers inside her, constantly using his lips and teeth and tongue over her button. She failed. There was no point in attempting to breathe. Yet again, that crashing response built within her and then crested, and she feared her scream was of the ear-splitting variety.

After a she came down from floating amongst the clouds, Vivi realized Tucker was no longer in the bed with her. She couldn’t let him give her such pleasure without finding his own. Once she regained the bones in her arms, she pushed herself up on her elbows.

“ I’ll be back with you in a moment, my love,” he said from near the hearth. One of his heavy boots hit the floor. “We are far from finished tonight.” His tone carried a promise.

She shivered at the thought of what else might await her. After all, she’d never experienced such a thing with her husband before. Heavens, she’d thought him unschooled in such things. Now it seemed, perhaps, that he simply hadn’t schooled her in them before now.

The soft sounds of him padding barefoot over the hardwood floor greeted her only moments later. Her pulse picked up with each of his steps as she anticipated his arrival. When he reached her side, he leaned over the bed and kissed her again. Her own musky essence mixed with the normal spicy taste of him on her tongue.