“You are rather eager tonight,” he mumbled in her ear.
“Is that a crime?” she asked. “There is a longing in me that has yet to be fulfilled, after all.”
“I would say that I have left you feeling quite fulfilled before.”
But he pulled away, and she bit her lip again, trying to tell him just what she wanted with her eyes. It was clear that he knewprecisely what she wanted, but his playful grin told her that she was not going to get what she wanted so easily.
“You know what you must do,” he reminded her. “You know what you like, so guide me.”
And so, she took his hand that had been on her leg, and moved it to her inner thighs, not daring to place him entirely where she wanted. Fortunately, he did the rest himself. She was already wet for him and had been from the moment he had instinctively placed his hand there.
“Eager indeed,” he chuckled. “Now, my duchess, do you want me to do only this–”
He moved his thumb across her most sensitive place in circles, causing her to whimper as she threw her head against his chest.
“Or would you like more?”
“Mm–Mm–”
“Use your words, Darling.”
“More,” she said at last, and he slid a finger inside of her.
She trembled at the sensation, for though she had come to learn of what pleased her, it was entirely new for anyone else’s hand but her own to cause it.
And yet, he was entirely in control, seemingly not as affected as she was. She had to have concern etched in her features, for he paused, a half-smile on his lips.
“I am enjoying this,” he promised. “You have given me pleasure, and I wish to reciprocate. That is all.”
“But I–”
He hushed her with a kiss as his fingers worked inside of her, his thumb continuing to circle her.
“You might be ready for me soon,” he groaned. “So wet, so warm.”
“I am ready now,” she protested. “Please, Spencer, please–”
“It will hurt, Anna. And I don’t wish to hurt you again.”
It was then that she noticed his own breathing was ragged, as if he truly believed he would hurt her. Granted, she knew of his size, and that the first time for a lady would hurt, but looking into his soft eyes, she swore that he could not hurt her.
“That fact will not change,” she said softly. “Nor will it change the fact that I–I need you. Now.”
That was all of the convincing he required. He lifted her, moving her back so that her head was on her pillow, and then movedhis hands to the back of her nightgown, unlacing it with ease. He pulled it away, exposing her bare skin, and instinctively, she tried to cover herself from the cold, but he gently took her wrists and placed them on either side of her head.
“Not so fast,” he said. “If this is what you want, then I must also have what I want. And that is to look upon you as I take you.”
She shivered, but that time it had nothing to do with the cold. His eyes roved over her skin like a caress, the playful smirk replaced by sheer intensity.
He removed his shirt first, and that was a sight that she would never tire of. His trousers followed, and he continued until he was just as bare as she was. She trembled at the reminder of just how large he was, and she knew that it would, indeed, hurt, but she was ready for it. Sheneededit, and she did not know how much longer she could wait.
He returned to her, two fingers sliding back inside with more ease than before. She jumped at the intrusion, causing her breasts to bounce. He took that as an invitation to lower his lips to one of them, his tongue flicking deftly over the nipple.
“Spencer,” she gasped. “Spencer,please.”
“So demanding,” he chuckled, his breath hot against her. “Allow me my fun, first.”
She loved that he took pleasure in giving it to her, and she would have allowed it to continue for hours, but she was already nearing climax, and she did not want it to happen without him doing the same. She writhed beneath him, trying to fight it, only for him to release her.
