In all the time they'd been together before their marriage, they'd never done this. Joshua had been too aware of how Alecto had been treated before in his prior marriage - and too unsure of himself, of being able to give Alecto what he wanted, or even needed. Just being able to touch him, to have the privilege of bringing him any small pleasure, was already an honor that he deeply cherished; hearing and feeling Alecto fall apart for him, tasting satisfaction on his tongue, feeling it on his own face - Joshua could be content with that, and nothing more, for the rest of his days.

So the enormity of his whispered provocation, the clarity of Alecto's desires - the idea of a family with him...

Joshua is helpless to do anything other than obey Alecto, and it is only this that keeps him enough in control of himself to do another other than embarrass himself utterly. But what Alecto asked for, he would do his utmost to fulfill.

"Yes," he breathes out, leaning into Alecto's kisses, his uncontrived seduction. "I can do that." There is a hint of wry amusement in his tone, as he reaches out for Alecto's hands where they are hooked in the hem of the skimpy material, doing absolutely nothing for modesty and driving Joshua absolutely out of his mind with lust.

"Do you want to keep your pretty dress on, dearest? Because I don't know what state it will be in by the end of this."