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saw her this way.
    “You look hot, love,” he said, reaching toward the silver bucket their champagne had been chilling in. “Allow me to relieve you.”
    Before she could ask any questions, he discovered a chunk of ice in the frigid water and took it between his lips. She gasped when he ran the ice over her pulse point, trailing it down over her collarbone. Panting and shuddering, she shivered and waited with restless anticipation for him to reach her breasts. Her little pink nipple tightened even more when he took it into his mouth, using his tongue and the ice to caress it. It melted rapidly against her hot skin, leaving a sheen of moisture behind as he trailed it from one breast to the other.
    She cried out, her hips bucking when he moved lower, tracing a line over her stomach toward her navel.
    “Camden … oh … oh, that’s … good heavens!”
    Glancing up at her, he couldn’t help a chuckle at her shocked expression. He had introduced her to many pleasures since their affair and consequent marriage. This one, however, was new. He felt gratified to know his understanding of his wife proved as good as he’d thought it was. She enjoyed what he did to her.
    Grasping her thighs, he spread them even more, reaching into the bucket for another shard of ice. Placing it on his tongue, he lowered his head and nuzzled her mons, finding his way through her downy curls to the intimate flesh within.
    She gripped the edge of the table, her fingernails scraping the underside in reaction to the ice making contact with her hot, wet cunt. Swirling his tongue in slow circles, he massaged her inner folds and swollen nub with the ice before skimming lower, toward her honeyed opening. He thrust it inside her with his tongue, continuing to suckle and nibble when it melted away.
    “Ah, Camden … yes!” she cried, her hips moving of their own accord in tandem with his tongue strokes.
    Reaching beneath her, he cupped her buttocks, lifting her to the perfect angle to continue devouring her succulent flesh. Her moans and whispered words of passion washed over him, filling his mind with pride in his ability to pleasure her, and his cock with urgency that caused it to swell even more. His erection had grown painful, throbbing and pulsing with the blood filling and engorging it to its limit.
    However, he had more planned for his wife—a new exploration they’d been building to for weeks now. It required patience on his part, and he couldn’t very well do it if he couldn’t control the urge to thrust into her without preamble and fuck her until he exploded inside her.
    Closing his eyes he moved one hand between her legs, thrusting two fingers just below his circling tongue. Thrusting them in and out of her sheath, he continued lapping at her clit, drawing another cry of pleasure from her lips. She shuddered once more, the spasms gripping his fingers indicating her coming climax. Clamping his lips around the pearl of her pleasure, he suckled with relentless insistence, and thrust harder with his fingers, slamming them in all the way to the third knuckle.
    She screamed out her release, trembling and falling apart in his hands, while he rode the waves of her completion until they faded away. Only then did he still his fingers inside of her.
    Standing, he reached up and began untying his cravat. Recovering quickly, Maggie sat up and reached out to help him. Her hands brushed his away and she snatched the neck cloth away before unbuttoning his waistcoat and shirt. He shrugged them away, closing his eyes as she reached out to caress him, her gentle touch tracing the lines and bulges of his chest and abdomen.
    She paused at his breeches, gaze coming up to meet his. “I want you, Camden. Now.”
    Lowering his gaze to where her fingers rested at his waistband, he placed one hand over hers. Lowering it to his crotch, he cupped her hand against his cock and thrust into her palm. She gave him a gentle squeeze, stoking the flames of his need even