She nodded. Stepping back, she tugged loose the belt. The robe parted. She slipped one shoulder off, exposing pale creamy skin, then she shrugged off the other. Underneath she wore a nightgown in a gossamer white to match. It fell to her knees and showcased the lovely length of her legs. The outline of her small pert breasts was visible through the thin fabric, and her tightly pebbled nipples jutted out, tempting him to pull one into his mouth. His gaze wandered down the soft curves of her hips and to the thatch of dark hair at the apex of her thighs. Hart licked his lips.
“Helen said you would like it. There is not much of it to speak of.”
Hart grabbed her around the waist. “Oh, I like it. You are like a gossamer angel. I can’t believe you are mine.” He slowly walked her backward toward the tufted sofa in front of the fireplace. Dipping his head, he kissed her again. Nipping at her bottom lip, he then soothed it with his tongue. “This plump bottom lip drives me mad with desire. When you worry it with your teeth, when you lick at the corner, all I can think about is nibbling on it.” He sucked that berry pink lip between his teeth for a second time before slanting his head and devouring her mouth once more. The taste of her was intoxicating.
She let out a squeak as her bottom hit the back of the sofa. Hart picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. Having her pussy notched against his erection was divine torture.
Lucy tore her lips from his with a gasp. Her eyes widened. “What is that?”
Hart froze. “Lucy, did Trudy talk with you about what to expect on your wedding night?”
Lucy shook her head.
“Your mother?”
Lucy shook her head.
Good Lord.He moved them around to the other side of the sofa and sat down. Lucy still straddled him, but he set her back a few inches onto his thighs, already missing the sweet heat of her sex. She stared down at the bulge in his trousers, and he sucked in a deep breath. He’d never bedded anyone so innocent. How did one explain the mechanics? Or was showing better than telling?
“I’m sorry.” Her cheeks stained pink. “I was just surprised.”
“Don’t be sorry, sweetness.” He cupped her cheek. “I let myself get carried away, forgetting that you are a virgin. I assumed that you had some knowledge of what happens between a man and a woman.”
“The only thing I’ve overheard was that a woman must lie there quietly and bear the attentions of her husband. Is that what I am supposed to do? Because your kisses don’t make me feel like I can lie there and be still.” She rolled her hips restlessly.
Hart groaned and leaned forward to kiss her. “Is that what they are telling young women? Christ. What you heard is wrong. I hope that my kisses and my touch enflame you and bring you pleasure. You should never have to endure anything.” He grasped her chin gently. “If there is anything I do that does not feel good, you tell me. Do you hear me?”
She nodded. Her gaze again flitted down to his erection.
“This is my desire for you.” He slowly began to unbutton his falls. “When a man becomes excited his cock lengthens and hardens.”
He peeled back the flap of fabric and grasped his cock, drawing it out. He gave it a slow stroke as she watched.
“Is it sensitive?”
“Uh-mmm,” he managed as he stroked it again. Her curious gaze was killing him. He’d never been this hard in his life. Taking his cock out had definitely been a mistake.
Then she reached out and stroked one finger over the head, changing his mind. It had been a bloody brilliant idea.
“It’s so smooth,” she murmured.
He let go of his shaft and let her explore. Her fingers were gentle as she petted him. Perhaps he would lose his mind before she had satisfied her curiosity, but he’d happily sacrifice his sanity if he could continue to have her hands on him. Then her fingers wrapped around his cock. She pumped her hand once with the kind of grip he craved, causing him to jerk his hips in response. Christ, he was going to come in her hand and ruin her first experience. He pulled her hand from around him, bringing her fingers up to kiss them.
“Sweetness, your first time should be about your pleasure. Let me show you. Can I touch you?”
Lucy’s eyes tracked his hands as he quickly tucked himself back into his trousers. Then he slid his hands up her thighs, rubbing small circles on the soft skin along the inside. The small gasp that escaped her lips was more desire than alarm but he stopped at the hem of her nightgown, where it had been rucked up, just barely covering her sex.
Her rosy nipples were right at his eye level, the tips puckered and begging to be sucked. Hart leaned forward to lave one with his tongue right through the thin fabric covering it. Her soft moan encouraged him to take it into his mouth and give the tight bud a long suck. Her breasts were lush, her nipple stiff as he flicked his tongue against it. Then he switched to the other nipple and gave it the same attention.
He glanced up to gauge her reaction and found her watching him with eyes full of need. Her fingers were tangled in his hair, and her hips undulated again. “Hart, please show me what else. I feel as though I’m on a precipice.” Her fingers flexed, tugging at his hair in the most delicious way.
“I know what you need, sweetness.” He slowly moved his hands up higher to her center, brushing his thumbs over the curls of her mons while he watched her face for any signs of discomfort. “Have you ever touched yourself here, Lucy?”
She shook her head.
“Not in the bath or at night when you lay in bed?”
“No, should I have?” Lucy gasped as he ran one finger down her seam and circled lightly over her opening. She was already wet, and he spread the moisture back and forth gently as she circled her hips. “That feels good.” She moved her hands to grasp his forearms, her nails biting into his skin.
