“Then why…”
“Shhh,” Dorian said and put a finger on her lips before pulling back abruptly as though Rose had burned him. “I am stirred tonight, Rose. If I take you, I don’t think I can be gentle, and I don’t want to frighten you.”
“I am not afraid of you, Dorian,” Rose whispered. “I am only afraid…”
Pulling her unresisting form into his arms, the duke kissed her passionately. A sound of pure desire came from Rose’s throat as he drew the dress down to her waist, tore open the petticoat beneath and then covered her breasts with warm hands.
While the fabric of her gown was manhandled, ripping under Dorian’s questing fingers as he loosened the waist strings and pushed the whole lot to the floor, his touch on Rose’s flesh was not at all violent, only hungry and firm.
The duke’s hands roamed her curves knowingly and freely, stroking, caressing and squeezing while his lips took kiss afterkiss from Rose’s panting lips. Rose’s own hands sought Dorian’s skin under his shirt, pulling at it with frustrated noises. He shrugged it away and then seized Rose to him again as though he feared she would escape him, when all she wanted in the world was his touch.
Naked except for her stockings and garters, Rose felt no cold, only the external heat of Dorian’s skin on hers and the internal heat that made her push herself against him and moan her longing. Despite the strangeness of the situation, everything felt utterly right, even when Dorian removed his lower garments, confirming that the illustrations in those books had indeed been anatomically correct…
That manly shaft pressed against Rose as they embraced now, a throbbing, eager presence that could not be ignored. Dorian’s breathing deepened and grew even more ragged as Rose touched him there with curious hands, the pulsing of his organ making something inside her throb in sympathy.
With a hungry growl, Dorian scooped Rose into his arms and carried her to a couch in the shadows. How animal he seemed in the burning darkness of this room! But then, that was exactly how Rose felt too, like some wild creature driven only by the instincts of the body.
She only whimpered with pleasure as Dorian knelt beside the couch and covered her body with open-mouthed kisses, teeth grazing her neck, her breasts, her belly and then her thighs. When Dorian’s hands pushed her thighs apart for his mouth tokiss the damp fur of her mound, Rose made another sound that communicated her surprise and confusion.
His answering growl this time was both reassuring and erotic, telling Rose that this act was right, it was good and he knew what he was doing. Instinctively trusting him, Rose opened herself to the flickering and then stroking of Dorian’s tongue. As with his fingers on a previous occasion, the first contact was exploratory and then a slow, purposeful rhythm was established.
The waves that swept Rose towards the peak after some minutes of such attention were powerful and inevitable, drawing a fierce cry of ecstasy from her core. As it subsided, Dorian was already covering Rose’s body in further kisses, accentuating the final rills and spasms that passed through her trembling form.
When Dorian’s mouth found Rose’s again, it was tangy with the salt of her excitement, and his forehead was damp with sweat. Now he was on the couch with her, beside her, that hard, strong shaft pressing ever more insistently against her hip. Dorian’s fingers found and stroked the lips of Rose’s womanhood again, and she caught at his shoulders as two of them slid inside her.
“Ohhhh!” Rose heard herself cry out, aroused and confused all over again, at this exploration, the former sensation overtaking the latter with Dorian’s next kisses.
Until Dorian, she’d had no idea that a man could caress inside a woman too. When her husband withdrew his hand and rolled on top of her, Rose now guessed what would happen next. The thought both bewildered and thrilled her.
Even after reading those books, Rose could not quite believe such a thing was possible. Yet the head of Dorian’s shaft was pushing exactly at the place where his fingers had found such easy entrance. His dark eyes held hers as he parted her slippery flesh and penetrated right to the hilt.
Rose wriggled and squirmed at the strange sensations of stretching fullness and physical desperation while Dorian grunted with some intense pleasure of his own in this utterly animal embrace. Speechless, Rose wanted to plead for something but could not say what. Did she want him to take it out?God, please no…
To Rose’s excitement and rising relief, Dorian began moving upon her very surely, his thick, smooth shaft sliding easily within her wetness and the swirling of his hips rubbing deliciously. Yes, of course he knew exactly what she needed… At each small withdrawal, Rose only wanted him deeper, closer. She clasped tightly at his back and hips with hands and thighs as if to hold him there.
Dorian’s kisses were deep and the sofa was soon shaking beneath them, His tongue sometimes mimicked the thrusting of his organ, and then the contact of their lips would be briefly broken by the mingled rhythmic groans of deep male pleasure and Rose’s lighter-pitched but no less heartfelt gasps.
Eventually, it was on the verge of happening again, whatever it was that Dorian did so deep inside her that made Rose melt with such impossible pleasure. As the first spasm threatened,Rose buried her face in his neck, needing this so badly and yet simultaneously overwhelmed.
When the second peak hit and flowed through her, she cried out and bit at Dorian’s shoulder, her sensations intensified and extended by the shaft throbbing in her quivering slit. Dorian rammed in firmly again and again, his own loud groans overlaying Rose’s whimpering sighs until they both came to damp, sticky, satisfied stillness.
Lying there in silence as heartbeats slowed and thought returned, Rose luxuriated in the warmth that seemed to permeate every part of her body. So that was what they were meant to have done on their wedding night, was it? No wonder Josephine said that marriage was better than any romance novel.
She felt Dorian prop himself up on his forearms although the rest of their bodies remained connected. When she opened her eyes again, he was looking at her with a smile that seemed different, more carefree than usual.
“Better now?” he asked, the fingers of one of his hands playing with her lengths of long blonde hair.
“That felt wonderful,” Rose told him sincerely. “You should have told me it was like that at the start.”
“Should I?” he asked reflectively, as though asking himself the question too. “Would you have believed me? Would you have let me show you?”
Rose hesitated, feeling slightly shy, if it was possibly to feel shy when lying naked underneath a man with whom you had just performed such intimate acts.
“I don’t know,” she admitted.
“Well, tonight I intend to show you everything,” he told her with a grin. “I hope you’re not feeling tired.”
In reply, Rose pulled down his head to hers and kissed him with resurgent desire.
