He wasn’t really surprised; Willow was intelligent, inquiring, and determined. Traits she shared with the rest of her family.
So there was no reason at all for her not to be curious, even though it would push his self-control to its limit. But in the back of his mind lurked the knowledge that he didn’t want anyone else touching her like this. Ever. And that made this night unique.
Baring his chest, Harry snugged Willow against him, making sure her back was bare as well. Since this required pushing her chemise down, he did so, slowly and carefully, letting her relish the sensation of a man’s hand gliding over her shoulder and down her arm.
“Ohhh…” She sighed as her back met his front. “Oh, Harry…”
“Do you like that?”
“It’s…it’s…wonderful.” She wriggled a little, as if trying to get even closer. “I had no idea how extraordinary it feels…”
“It’s just a small part of the pleasures to be had between a man and a woman, Willow.”
He could almost hear the wheels turning in her mind, so he wasn’t too surprised when she turned her head toward him. “Show me more?”
He took a breath, trying to clear the fog of desire from his brain, and focus on her needs. “Are you sure?”
She nodded. “Oh yes, I’m sure. I want—I don’t know what I want…just something…”
He bent his head and kissed her bare shoulder, then lifted his arm from her waist. “All right,” he murmured. “I think you might enjoy this…”
His hand moved upward and found the soft fullness of her breast, and her gasp of surprise made him grin. Her nipple was already hard, so he toyed with it, gentle teasing touches, loving the movements against him she probably didn’t know she was making.
“God,” she whispered, “This is…making me feel things…”
“That’s good,” he whispered back, “because you might like this even more.”
He found the edge of her chemise and gently pulled it down toward her waist. Now her breast was bare, and he was free to play unhindered.
Her wriggles, gasps, and moans were a symphony of pleasure to his ears. She responded to his touches in a way that filled his heart and his brain, never moving away from him, but turning a little more to give him access. Her body flowered, her womanly scent rich and rising around them, and it was no hardship to involve both her breasts in his play.
That brought a moan from her throat. “What…how…” she muttered. “Harry…” Her fingers dug into his thigh as he moved himself, allowing her to roll more onto her back, and thus presenting two delightfully ripe nipples, both of which he proceeded to enjoy with fingers and tongue.
Willow writhed now, fully engaged in their play, her hands exploring his chest, his shoulders, and then drifting down to his waist…
“No, sweetheart. No further. I’m just a man, Willow. And I’d like to be the one to give you pleasure tonight. This is for you.”
“Harry,” she whispered. “I want… I ache…” Her hips moved, an involuntary movement she probably didn’t know she was making.
He nodded, then lay down beside her. “I know. I can take away that ache…” Even though I’ll have to live with mine for a bit.
“Please,” she begged, “please…”
“Relax for me, Willow. And let me touch you where you want…”
“All right.”
Without a second thought, this well-bred young woman dragged the hem of her chemise up to her waist, baring herself brazenly to the man lying beside her. “Show me, Harry. Show me what will ease this feeling I have…”
So he did.
Slowly, carefully, he used every sensual skill he’d accumulated over the years, touching her gently at first, playing his fingers over her woman’s hair, teasing what lay beneath.
She hummed with pleasure as his touch strengthened, and parted her thighs without a second thought, opening all that she was to his eyes and his hand.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, sliding his fingertips down, down into the slick wet flesh and gently moving them in a slow but steady rhythm.
He felt her breathing change, saw the muscles of her thighs tighten, and found himself amazed at her response to his actions. “That’s it, Willow. Feel it inside you…let it happen…”
