“Yes, my darling. I can dress you.” He took her by the hand, led her back to the settee, swept her up into his arms, and then gently deposited her upon it. “But let us finish undressing you first. I have longed to enjoy the completeness of your beauty.”
“And now I am afraid again,” she admitted in a breathless whisper.
The way she looked up at him, so loving, yet so unsure… It was hard to breathe. This time had to be perfect for her. It simply had to be. “Tell me what you fear, so I might slay those demons.”
“I fear I will not be…enough.”
“Enough?” He leaned forward, kissed her forehead, her nose, then sampled her mouth again tenderly. “You are more than I ever hoped for, my love. You areenoughand then some.”
She reached up and touched his cheek. “I have loved you so very long. I am afraid I shall awaken and discover this to be but a dream.”
“You are my dream, my precious wren. The balm to my heart and soul and the answer to all that I have always needed.” He gave her a sheepish smile as he removed her slippers. “I was just too damned thickheaded to admit it.”
She watched him, her eyes growing ever wider as he slid his hands up her legs and untied the ribbons securing her stockings. “You will tell me what to do, then?”
He laughed. “When have you ever done what I have told you to do?”
“Well…”
He slowly slid her stockings off, tossed them, then bent and kissed the silky skin above her ankle. “Like the richest velvet. Just as I knew it would be.” He kissed and tickled his way higher, breathing in her warmth, reveling in the scent of her yearning. “You taste delightful.”
“I am not quite sure what to say in response to that,” she said, sounding even more breathless. She twitched and made an endearing high-pitched noise as he rubbed his face along her inner thighs and added a sprinkling of kisses against their warm softness. “Oh my. The stubble of your beard. It tickles.”
“In a good way or a bad way, my love?”
“A good way,” she answered while fisting her hands against her middle.
He stretched over her and nudged a kiss to her knuckles. “Close your eyes andfeel, Fortuity. This is not research—this is real, for your pleasure.”
“If I close my eyes, how will I know if I am supposed to do something?”
“Trust me, my beauty. You will know. Now, close your eyes.”
After unleashing a shuddering sigh, she did.
He pushed her chemise higher and gently blew on the V between her thighs.
“Oh my.” She wiggled and clenched her fists tighter, making her knuckles whiten.
“Eyes closed, my little wren. Feel.”
She answered with a sigh that sounded more like a groan.
He licked her stomach and drew slow circles with the tip of his tongue, moving ever lower with each swipe.
Wiggling beneath him, she bent her knees.
“A wonderful idea, my lovely.” He hooked her legs over her shoulders, spreading her legs.
“Surely, you are not going to—”
He interrupted her with a slow, well-aimed swipe of his tongue.
She sucked in a deep breath, then thrilled him with a soft moan.
He licked her again, deeper, slower, exploring her sweetness until she buried her fingers in his hair and clutched his head with both hands. When he slipped a finger into her hot wetness, she shrieked and arched higher, pulling his hair with an urgency that told him, so far, this was a job well done. He ached to take her. It had been such a long, lonely month fantasizing about this pleasure, but he had to take his time and make it right for her. Increasing the rhythm of the combined efforts of his mouth and his fingers, he struggled for control, determined to bring her to the pinnacle of bliss.
“Matthew,” she gasped. “Oh, Matthew.”
