Arissa felt Richmond’s tongue drag over the tender morsels and she cried out softly, a bolt of awesome power firing through her petite body. She’d barely recovered from the shock when his hot, wet mouth suddenly descended on her hungrily, like a starving child. From surprise to ecstasy in a split second, her moans of pleasure filled the room.
It had been far too long since Richmond had tasted female flesh, and the fact that he was in possession of Arissa’s sweet body nearly devoured his control. His heavy manhood was painfully engorged, but he ignored it. As much as he might desire the action, he would not take her virginity just as they were coming to discover one another. His own discomfort was insignificant in parallel to the importance of Arissa’s emotions.
He would not destroy a lifetime of tender feelings by attacking her like a madman. Arissa was as pure as rain, untouched by any man until this day, and he considered it a right and a privilege to be able to introduce her to the world of passion. But with every touch, every kiss, she was responding to him with unimagined abandonment and his hands were literally quaking with self-employed restraint.Slowly, he told himself firmly.Slowly.
Her breasts gave him more joy than he ever thought possible. To lose himself within the silken flesh, scented of gardenias, was beyond heaven. It was far more than he had ever dreamed possible and the more he tasted, the more he craved. More and more, he was dangerously close to spiraling into erotic oblivion.
He took a puckered nipple between his teeth and drew it out slowly, listening to Arissa pant. As if they were living, thinking entities, his hands moved down her slim waist to her legs, drawing up her surcoat with the intention of seeking the hidden flesh. Richmond was concentrating so deliberately on her breasts that he hadn’t realized his hands were stroking her shapely thighs, moving to grasp her behind the knees in order to part the way for his throbbing manhood.
Abruptly, he realized his demanding deed and his head came up. Swallowing hard at his aggressive actions, his gaze found her exposed legs, looking so entirely delicious that he nearly lost every remaining ounce of restraint. The desire to latch his teeth onto a tender thigh was overpowering, but he fought it.
Arissa was watching him through half-closed lids, her cheeks flushed pink with excitement and wonder. She raked her slender white fingers through his hair.
“What is the matter? Why did you stop?”
He swallowed hard, tearing his gaze away from her beautiful legs. “I…. we must stop, Riss. I cannot go any further.”
She blinked, clearing her focus and her mind. “Why not?”
He swallowed hard. “Because if we continue as we are, the inevitable will occur.”
She propped herself up on her elbows, oblivious to her exposed breasts. “Inevitable? Do you mean coupling?”
He tried hard not to stare at her beautiful breasts. One look and his thin resolve would melt away. “Aye, kitten, that’s exactly what I mean. This is not the place or the time.”
Her brow furrowed and she sat up, pulling up the neckline on her askew bodice in an attempt to cover herself. “But why? Richmond, you said you loved me. Have you changed your mind?”
He exhaled sharply, helping her straighten her surcoat before pulling her into a crushing embrace. “Of course not, and I am furious that you would suggest such a thing. Please understand that I am trying to be considerate of you, kitten. You are very new to the realm of passion and I do not want to frighten you. We must become accustomed to one another before we move beyond.”
She looked at him as if she hadn’t understood a word he said. “Become accustomed to one another? What a silly notion. I have known you since I was a child.”
He shook his head faintly. “Listen to me, Riss, listen to what I am saying. Clearly we know each other well. But we must truly come to understand one another in every sense of the word. We have risen to a new plane of emotion, you and I. ’Twas something I never thought to experience.”
Her gaze warmed as she began to realize his point. “Nor I. I can still hardly believe that your feelings mirror my own.”
He smiled gently, his injured nose aching with the action. “Somewhat of a shock to us both, I would guess. And I do not want to ruin the discovery process by bedding you like a rutting bull,” his tender hands touched her face, her hair. “I want to introduce you into a world where you will learn to crave mytouch, to yearn for my kiss. You will learn to need these gestures as badly as I need them from you. When we couple, I want you to understand what it is we are expressing.”
She studied his face, his sincerity. A faint smile crept onto her lips. “How fortunate for me that you are so willing to be patient.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Believe me, patience is not an easy attribute where you are concerned. My instincts tell me to ravage you thoroughly, but my common sense tells me to control my raging passions. ’Twill be my pleasure to teach you the art of loving.”
“But I already love you.”
“And I love you. But you must be taught the most fulfilling ways to demonstrate that love. Were I to take your maidenhood from you this night, it would frighten you because you would truly have no grasp as to what is actually happening. It would be too much, too soon, too quickly. As with all other skills, lovemaking must be taught and practiced. Do you comprehend what I am telling you?”
She shrugged vaguely, her smile widening. “I think I have an idea. Already, I know I like what it is we do together.”
He kissed the end of her pert nose. “And you are a brilliant, eager pupil. I simply do not want you to be angry with me for moving slowly with you. I do not want to overwhelm you.”
She wrapped her arms about his neck. “Your years and years of experience have taught you that patience is a valuable asset with a woman, has it not?”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Saucy wench. You remind me of my true age at every turn.”
She laughed softly. “I cannot help it. You are nearly as old as Mossy.”
“You are a devil. I should take you over my knee, as I have done before. You have not been spanked nearly enough.”
“I was just a child then. You would spank a grown woman?”
