Marriage Training Ch. 15

Sobbing, she felt her body bend and arch as wave after wave of passion spent itself. Unlike Mrs. Banks, Gabriel did not stop or slow as she climaxed... if anything his attentions increased, and the peak of her ecstasy broke only to give way to another.

Hot liquid splashed against her stomach as her undulations rubbed her body against Gabriel and he spent himself for the second time. He would have been embarrassed at his loss of control, but Vivian was too beautiful, too passionate in her responses to him, and he doubted any other man would have fared any better. Seeing her climax for him had been the most gorgeous sight he'd ever beheld, one that he knew he would strive for again and again and again. Not that it seemed like it would be difficult.

He could tell that his efforts were exhausting and overwhelming her. Reluctantly he slowed his movements, allowing for a natural descent down from the heights of ecstasy that he'd drive her to. Her cheeks were wet with tears again, her lips swollen and her face flushed. Both of her nipples stood out proudly on her chest, reddened from his treatment of them.

It burned him that he couldn't take her home with him this very evening.

Still, he got a certain amount of satisfaction out of caring for her. Vivian clung to him sweetly as he untied her wrists and soothed the skin beneath the scarf she'd been bound with, cleaned her belly and thighs of the evidence of their passions, and picked her up to tuck her into bed. Her lashes fluttered sleepily as he drew the covers up around her and he had to fight back the impulse to climb in with her.

If he did he'd never leave.

"Tomorrow," he whispered gently. "I'll see you tomorrow."

A sleep smile curved Vivian's lips even though her eyes were already closed, and he pressed a soft kiss to them, tasting her for one last time before he forced himself to quit the room.

Mrs. Banks was waiting on the other side of the door for him, forcing him to compose himself and keeping him from returning the room as a part of him yearned to do. Straightening herself up as he exited, the companion smiled at him encouragingly, dispelling any awkwardness in the air.

"I hope you found everything to your satisfaction, my Lord."

"Very much so," he said, his mind's eye already going back to the intimacies he'd just exchanged with his future bride and those he was imagining for the future. "Thank you for your assistance."

"It was my pleasure," she said, as she began to walk with him down the hall. "If you'll accompany me to Mrs. Cunningham's office then we can go over the pace of the transition for the rest of the week. Miss Stafford seems to accept your presence eagerly, so I see no reason why we shouldn't hasten to have you completely in charge of her evening punishment by the end of this week."

Well pleased, as the original schedule had called for Gabriel's having to wait until after he was wed - under the assumption that Vivian would not adjust easily to the change in her routine. He hoped that her easy acceptance indicated a decided preference for his company and wasn't completely an aspect of her submissive nature. Considering the trouble she'd had with other changes to her nightly routine, he didn't think he was being overconfident in thinking that she was just as attracted to him as he was to her and had reacted accordingly.

If Mrs. Banks felt put out by her charge's eager transition, her calm face didn't show it.