He continued kissing down her neck and the open neckline of the nightgown. Where he kissed, his right hand moved first. His fingers trailed down her lace-covered breast. He hovered over her peaking nipples for a second with the lightest of touches, feeling her as she trembled above him. Slipping his fingers down to her waist where he splayed his hand, touching as much of her as he could, he moved his lips to her areola and did as he fantasized, lathing her there through the night gown.
Such a moan escaped her lips that his other hand had to grip her hip to hold her still. He feared that if he kept kissing her in such a way and she ground onto him with those moans, it might all bring him to his end prematurely.
That is not the aim of this. The aim is to see her pleasured.
He continued to lathe her through the lace, wanting more and more of her. She tipped back her head, her moans filling the air above them.
Now, his fantasies were changing. One thing led to another, and he had to satisfy something more.
Shifting his left hand from her hip to around her waist, he spun her off him and onto the floor, moving his body over hers. She gasped once more, laying still. Where her hands before had been on his shoulders, they now gripped to the rug beneath her, as if she needed that rug to keep herself breathing.
Lifting himself up a few inches, he hooked his fingers around the edge of her nightgown, watching her expression to see if she would refuse him. Still, she said nothing, nor did she shake her head. If anything, she watched him with wider eyes still. It was the permission he had been hunting for.
He pulled the nightgown down with that finger, just enough to reveal one of her breasts and stretch the lace. Her areola was already pink and hardened thanks to his previous attentions. He started slowly first, soft kisses, before he took more of her breast in his mouth, grinding his hips against her own as he sought out her pleasure.
One of her hands shifted from the rug. Her fingers toyed in his long hair, holding him to her.
She’s a natural considering she has not done this before.
His mind filled with pictures of taking her completely. He could do so now. He could shift that nightgown up around her hips and pull her legs wide, releasing his length before he buried himself in her. She would be warm and wet, ready for him, he knew it. He longed to hear Evelyn’s moans filling the air, as her hips bucked against him.
I cannot do it.
She had no idea this was not the first time they had kissed, and he could not take her without her knowing that.
Yet there was something more he could do for her. Something to give her the pleasure and the moans he so wanted her to experience. Slowly, he reached for the hem of her nightgown and drew it up, so that the lace teased her skin. Her moans seemed to grow all the more at his ministrations.
He shifted his body, climbing up over her and pressing his kisses to her neck. One of her hands came up around him, loosening his shirt from his trousers and disappearing beneath that cloth. She ran her fingers down his bare back, her touch free as she clung to him.
He liked this new exploratory nature in her. It gave him hope that maybe things didn’t have to end just yet.
With her gown now around her hips, he reached down to her, but didn’t look. Instead, he raised himself up and kept his eyes on her, wanting her to feel the intensity of his gaze as he did this. Shifting one of her knees to be raised around his hip, he slid his fingers into her core.
Her moan sounded suddenly, her chest rising as she breathed deeply. The smile that curled her lips he mirrored with his own expression.
Her body was indeed ready for him, wet and warm. He slid his fingers in and out of her, wanting to simulate what they could completely do together, just to hear her moan.
Her eyes became half-lidded as her head tipped back, indulging in that feeling. The sight of her pleasure nearly undid him as he moved his hand faster, needing to feel every part of her. Shifting entirely, he moved his left hand to raise her knee higher, then he hooked his elbow under her knee and planted his hand to the floor, keeping her exposed as he pleasured her.
It must have reached a new angle inside of her, as her moans suddenly grew breathier, her chest fluttering up and down in such a way that her breasts shook in the most tantalizing of fashions.
When she reached her climax, it was overpowering for Rafe. He could never remember watching a woman’s face quite in that way before, marking every line as she moaned that teasing sound. The sheer feeling of her tightening around his hand was everything, so he didn’t let up once. He just kept pleasuring her, riding out her high and watching as her body was wracked with pleasure.
Slowly, she came down from that high. One of her hands was still on his shoulder, the other tied in the rug beneath him. He slowly loosened his hand from her and moved down, kissing her.
After being so consumed by the desire, he knew now he had to shake himself free of it. He would love to take her completely, but he couldn’t do that to her. She’d come to him for help, not for him to take her virtue. He pulled back sharply and turned away, sitting up on the rug and facing the fire.
He heard Evelyn sit up behind him, slowly pulling her body straight and presumably straightening her gown too.
“I should not have allowed that,” Evelyn whispered after a few moments of silence, where nothing but the sound of the fire crackling could be heard beside them.
“You regret it?” He angled his head to the side, trying to see something of her. She had her head in her hands. That picture broke him, and he moved to his knees, turning back to face her. Slowly, he pulled her hands down from her face. “I should not have let my desire run away with me.”
“Desire?” she repeated, as if the word baffled her. He released her hands, not wanting to hold onto her for too long and outstay his welcome. Once more, he sank back, putting a bit of distance between them as he neared the fire.
“No other way to describe it, is there?” he asked, knowing exactly what had consumed him.
It was need. A pure need for her!
