Free Matthew: The Circle Eight by Emma Lang Page A

little bit more in love with her new husband.
    “I promise to be the best wife I can be, although I haven’t had any practice.”
    He smiled and pressed his forehead against hers. His warm breath mingled with hers. Although they were barely touching, it was an incredibly erotic moment. For the first time in her life, she was sharing part of herself, her very breath, with someone else. She’d never been that close to anyone before, not even Granny.
    She felt she could not have picked a better husband and although she’d only known him a week, Hannah trusted Matt. He would keep his promise. When his mouth moved close to hers, she shut her eyes and let the moment take over.
    His lips were almost hot on hers, moving slowly across from one side to the other, nibbling and kissing. She was lightheaded from the sensations bombarding her, but it didn’t matter.
    Before she realized what was happening, he laid her back on the bed and they were pressed together again. This time the sensation didn’t frighten her—it excited her. He was as hard as he’d been before, a sharp contrast to the soft plumpness of her own form.
    His hands moved down her neck to her chest. She should have been frightened but she wasn’t. When his hand closed around her breast, her nipple immediately popped against his palm. She groaned and he echoed the sound. Her nightdress was nothing but a thin layer of cotton between them. He pinched the nipple right through the cloth and she felt an answering thrill between her thighs.
    Matt made quick work of the buttons and soon the cool night air caressed her heated skin. He kissed his way down her neck, moving closer to her aching breasts. She didn’t know what she wanted, just that she needed him to do something. And he did.
    His mouth closed around one turgid peak. The hot wetness of his mouth made her back arch toward him. His tongue swirled around while his teeth nipped at her. She had never known the pleasure to be had from the plump breasts she had always wished away. What a fool she’d been.
    As his mouth feasted on one breast, then the other, his hand crept down her body to the aching core between her legs. Although she was inexperienced, Hannah opened her legs, eager for some relief. He inched up the nightdress until the darkness caressed her bare flesh.
    His fingers touched her gently. “You’re already wet.”
    Hannah had no idea what that meant, but didn’t much care either because he started touching her. Her nipples had proved to be an exciting place when she was in bed with her husband. The place he had his hand now proved to be ten times more intense. Bolts of pleasure shot through her entire body as his nimble fingers rubbed and teased her.
    She couldn’t get a breath in as sensations bombarded her. A coil wound tight within her. His thumb pressed against the magic spot as his fingers moved lower. When they entered her, she almost sighed with relief. That was what she wanted.
    He moved in and out, inching deeper with each thrust of his fingers. She pushed against him, needing more.
    “Hang on, darlin’.” He stood up leaving her in the cold air alone. She could have wept for the loss of sensation, of the ecstasy found with just his hands and mouth. Hannah didn’t even feel like herself anymore. She was someone else, a wanton woman aching, throbbing, and pulsing for more of what a man could give her.
    It was probably only seconds, but it felt like hours before he joined her on the bed, and this time, he was nude. She wished she had been smart enough to leave the light on so she could see him. Yet alas, it was too dark to make out anything but his general shape. But oh, her hands found his warm skin, the crinkly hairs on his chest. She touched him because she had to.
    He kissed her from above as he positioned himself between her legs. When his thumb found the hooded button of pleasure again and his mouth closed around her nipple, Hannah closed her eyes and leapt into the abyss.
    His cock