Free Will She Be Mine by Jessica L. Jackson Page A

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knuckles down her cheek, along her jaw, following her neck until he paused at
the top of her nightgown, all the while explaining the method in exquisite
detail. His fingertips caressed her exposed skin, tantalizingly close to
touching her aching breasts. “And if we find that we still have the strength,”
he whispered in a husky voice throbbing with desire, “I’ve a few ideas of my
own, my lovely Amelia.”
    “Oh, Thaddeus,” Amelia gasped, turning in her seat so that
she faced him. His mouth came down on hers and captured her longing in a kiss
that seemed to go on forever. Somehow, when the kiss had ended, she found
herself standing at the side of the bed, her robe off, her nightgown pooled
with Thaddeus’ dressing gown at her feet.
    Before she could feel embarrassed, he had her settled on the
sheets. He knelt on the bed above her and adjusted the pillows so that she
would be comfortable. His member, ragingly erect, fascinated her. She licked
her lips, reached out a tentative hand and touched him. He groaned. She
snatched her hand back. He chuckled softly, leaned over and seized her lips
again even as he took her hand and placed it on his turgid length. He moaned into
her mouth, passion evident in every line of his hard body.
    Amelia almost came off the mattress when her husband pressed
kisses along her spine even as his hands gently cupped her full breasts and he
rubbed his thumbs across their pebbly tips.
    “Thaddeus?” she cried out softly, surprised at the strength
of her reaction. “I feel… I feel…”
    “Love?”
    Thaddeus traced the shape of her abdomen around until his
fingers caressed her soft bottom. She trembled and pushed back against him. His
hot breath tickled her nape as he whispered once more what he proposed. She
nodded violently. His instructions created as much fire inside her as his
actions. His fingers teased her thighs apart, seeking the hot, moist core of
her.
    “Ah, love,” Thaddeus whispered in a ragged voice. “You feel
amazing. Soft and utterly delightful.” He fondled her until she writhed beneath
his touch.
    Amelia thought she would die of want when she felt the
velvety tip of him pushing into her. She opened to him, welcoming him into her
with a soft cry of pleasure. Each steady, careful stroke felt like exquisite
torture. Thaddeus’ strong arms encircled her, held her still while he continued
to make her his. They found their release in tandem, each shuddering and
gasping out their joy.
    They dozed in each other’s arms. At one point Amelia woke to
discover Thaddeus looking at her. The only illumination came from moonlight
sneaking through a gap in the curtains.
    “What is it?” she asked. He reached out and brushed her hair
gently out of her face.
    “I was contemplating the vagaries of fate,” he murmured,
dipping to kiss her swollen lips. “If you had never moved here, I might never
have met you.”
    They both caught their breaths at that and shook their heads
in fearful wonder.
    “If your roses had not been infected with a fungus, then I
might still be watching you through my dining room curtains, longing to talk to
you, to be with you.”
    “I love you, Thaddeus,” Amelia whispered, pulling him down
to her for a more satisfying kiss. He steadied himself on her stomach. The baby
objected and gave a mighty kick. They laughed against each other’s lips. “I
want to name her after your mother if she is a girl. And your father if he is a
boy.”
    “They will be thrilled,” Thaddeus promised in a voice full
of all the love he felt for her and their child.
    “Um,” she said, a twinkle shining in her eye. “I promised
your father that I would do something for him.”
    Thaddeus rubbed her bare stomach, hoping for another kick.
“What would that be?”
    “He asked me to promise to buy you a different sun hat.”
    “But I like my hat!”
    Amelia reached up and pressed her palm against his cheek. He
immediately capitulated. “For you, love,