Free When Love Comes Calling: Two Short Stories by Samantha Kane Page B

say you’ll take me. Marry me, Sylvie.”
    The young marquis snorted inelegantly. “Well, it’s about bloody damn time someone noticed. I was beginning to think all the men around here were stupid and blind.”

Epilogue
    E dmund gasped and arched his back, taking the jade dildo deep into his luscious, firm arse. Sylvie couldn’t resist leaning down and gently nipping one taut cheek. He was so wonderful, so sensual and desirable, and hers. She couldn’t believe she’d had the nerve to ask him to do this. She’d wanted to do it forever, and tonight was supposed to be about her, about her pleasure. This was immensely pleasurable.
    Suddenly Donald began to cry in the nursery next door.
    “Don’t you dare,” Edmund growled, pushing backward until he bumped her hand still holding the dildo deep inside him.
    “But…”
    “This is why we employ a nurse.” Edmund’s voice was clipped, the strain of their interrupted games showing.
    “But you know Jernigan hates when he fusses at night.” Sylvie worked hard to keep the amusement out of her voice. She knew the baby was fine. He’d probably just kicked his blanket off, and nurse could handle that.
    “Then let bloody damn Jernigan go in there,” Edmund growled, and Sylvie felt the muscles of his buttocks clench tightly on the dildo beneath the hand she had laid on one cheek.
    Sylvie glided the dildo out through those tightly clenched muscles and Edmund groaned in despair. Then she plunged it back into him and he cried out. “I have no intention of leaving you wanting,” Sylvie purred as she leaned over his curved back and licked a path up the bumps of his spine.
    Edmund shivered. “Christ, Sylvie.” He was breathless with desire and Sylvie felt a triumphant thrill at her ability to still do that to him. They had been married for well over a year already. Even through her pregnancy, which had been very hard, he’d been faithful and loving and attentive. They had been reduced to pleasuring one another with hands and mouths for nearly all of their marriage. The doctor had advised them not to have sex after a frightening incident in which they thought she’d lost the baby. The delivery had been so hard that, again, the doctor had advised they wait. Donald was four months old. Sylvie felt fit, and the doctor agreed.
    Sylvie had thought that Edmund would throw her to the floor again and take her wherever they were standing as soon as she gave him the news. He’d surprised her by insisting they wait another day, and he’d planned a night of scandalous delights for her. They had had an intimate dinner for two in their suite, all Sylvie’s favorites, and then licked melted chocolate off various body parts for desert. It was heaven. But when Edmund had asked her what she most wanted, it was this. He’d been surprised, but enthusiastic, as he was with most things concerning sex. She knew he used to have sex with men, he’d told her, and she was worried that he missed that aspect of his past life.
    He was on his knees on their big bed, his head and shoulders pressed into the sheets, his ass high in the air for her. She was pressed up against him, her hips right up behind him, moving with him. She pulled her hips back as she pulled the dildo back, and then thrust forward with both hips and dildo. It was extraordinarily erotic, almost like actually fucking him.
    Edmund moaned and Sylvie laughed throatily, rubbing her breasts along his lower back. She watched the fine hairs on his arms rise with his growing arousal. “Do you like this, Edmund?” she whispered against his back between kisses.
    “God yes, Sylvie,” he moaned. “You are amazingly adept at fucking a man for someone who’s never done it before.” He wriggled his behind a little. “A little to the left, love. God! Yes, that’s good.” He shuddered with pleasure as she apparently hit the spot he wanted.
    “Do you like it as much as…as fucking a man?” she asked quietly. She rushed on, afraid of his