Embraced Faulkner, Carolyn (ereader with dictionary .txt) 📖

more vulnerable, open position. Meg had absolutely no control over the depth of his thrusts, and Barrett, though mindful of her possible soreness, used his size to his advantage, driving himself into her tight passage only a few more times before he threw his head back and emit a guttural moan, pouring himself into her.

Barrett was barely functional as he rolled onto his side but reflexively cuddled her to him, having a hard time catching his breath. “Oh, man, Meg, you’re wonderful.” He pressed his lips to her forehead gently.

“I am?” she asked shyly.

“Yes,

you

are.”

“Thank you. So are you,” she complimented, beaming at his praise.

Although they had both napped for several hours, Barrett insisted that they take it easy for the rest of the day, though Meg chafed at his restrictions. They had dinner in the hotel dining room fairly early, then, around nine Barrett herded her back into bed, not wanting her to be overtired when they had a busy day planned tomorrow.

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Meg pouted, but stayed tucked in where she was put. Here she was, a grown, married woman, being packed off to bed by her husband like a little girl. She was not a happy camper, but was truly was tired enough that when he joined her about 10:30, she was sound asleep, curled up on the edge of her side of the bed, as far away from him as she could get without sleeping on the floor.

Barrett smiled at her childish action, then hauled her to him, cupping her smaller, rounder body into his own broader, more muscular one. Although he was instantly capable with her fleshy bottom pressed against his manhood, he simply cuddled her, promising himself silently that he wouldn’t keep at her tonight like he had last night, and he was able to fulfill that promise, barely, awakening her at about seven the next morning with his mouth attached firmly to the love bud between her legs.

Meagan’s dream lover was doing the most wonderful things to her. She couldn’t contain her moans of ecstasy, and didn’t want to. After all, it was just a dream, wasn’t it? She awoke just as the peak took her, writhing and bucking against Barrett’s lips uncontrollably.

He moved very slowly up her body, keeping her legs wide apart, entering her slowly, inexorably, a centimeter at a time, forcing her to stretch for him, and rasping his steel hard length against the tenderest of her flesh. Although sated and tearful, Meg had to draw a full breath at the sensations he was causing. Barrett caught her eye and smiled a wicked smile, pressing just a bit further into her by a simple movement of his hips as he kept her gaze and laid the edge of his teeth to her left nipple.

Barrett kept the pace of his loving very relaxed and slow, a tempo that was driving Meagan crazy, as she knew she was very close to a second peak and he kept bringing her nearer then backing off, and almost there and back off. It was killing her. Had she

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been physically capable, she would have rolled him over and ridden him to her own fulfillment, but he was in total control, and she would just have to enjoy it until he decided to permit her pleasure.

Finally, his smile disappeared in the face of his own approaching peak, and he drove into her with a more forceful intent, releasing the flood of her orgasm just seconds before he found his. With his head buried next to hers on the pillow, he could feel the tears as they rolled out of her eyes and into her hair.

Barrett lifted his head to look at her; Meg’s eyes were clamped shut, but teardrops escaped through the corners anyway.

He kissed as many away as he could, then whispered “I’m going to get off now. Remember your rule.”

Meg hated that rule. She knew sometime, somehow, it was going to get her into trouble. He watched as she scooted to the position she’d been in last night, almost hanging over the edge of her side of the bed, sucking all those pent up emotions in, ruthlessly suppressing them instead of turning to him for comfort and letting it all out. Sighing, he reached out and touched her shoulder. Meg slapped his hand away, hard, and Barrett returned a smack in kind to her bare bottom, which she rubbed petulantly.

“Up and at ‘em, Angel-girl. We’ve got lots to see today.”

He was glad that, particularly after breakfast and coffee, her demeanor was normal and upbeat. They discussed where they wanted to go first and settled on the National Gallery to see the Impressionists, which Meg loved. Barrett could take them or leave them preferring Dali and Picasso, but he knew how much Meg enjoyed losing herself in the soft colors of a water lily painting by Monet or a ballet-inspired Degas. Throughout the morning in the museum, he spent more time watching his new wife and her total

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absorption in the art than looking at it himself. His stomach started grumbling and he finally tore her away, promising her they could go back later on and see the rest.

Lunch was on the fly, as they spent the rest of the afternoon taking a walking tour of the Smithsonian, which was equally engrossing to the both of them. Barrett insisted on taking her out for a very nice dinner at one of his favorite restaurants in the area, which featured Thai cuisine. Meg was generally adventurous regarding food, and let Barrett order for them, then sampled each of the dishes he’d chosen.

Their night was filled with