“Do not fear me, darling. I will not hurt you if I can help it.” He knew they could not entirely avoid it, but meant to make their first time as comfortable for her as possible. Even if it killed him, he would take his time.
He took her lips tenderly and stroked her bare flesh as he waited for her to relax. Or throw him out of her room.
Dear God, do not let her cast him out now.
When she opened her mouth to him, he deepened the kiss. Her body softened against his as he trailed kisses across her cheek, and along her jaw, before pulling his gaze back to hers. All the while, Giles stroked the silken flesh of her thighs and abdomen.
“You are the most alluring woman. I want to see you wearing nothing save for my rings.” He sat up, then offered her his hand. “Let me remove your gown.”
A light blush covered her high cheekbones as she allowed him to help her from the bed, but she did not act coy. Instead, she gave a sultry pout, then turned her back to him.
He unfastened the tiny buttons running down the back of her gown before he allowed it to slide down her body. He angled his head and nuzzled his face against her neck, trailing kisses across her heated flesh as he loosened her corset ties.
A small sigh left her lips, causing him to pull away enough to look at her face. “Do my ministrations please you, darling?” He reached for her stays, working to free her from her remaining garments.
“Yes,” she said, her tone breathy. “Do you think me wicked for it?”
“I adore you for it,” he said before he nipped, then kissed her neck.
Once he had her stripped down to her sheer white shift, Giles moved to stand before her. He trailed his gaze over her, absorbing every detail of her from the top of her head to her silk-covered toes.
She was a goddess with her blond curls and blue eyes, a sensual grin playing at her lips. He lifted her hands to his chest and rested them against his heart before leaning in to take her lips once more.
She ran her hands over his chest, searing his skin through the fabric of his garments. Hesitating at a button on his waistcoat, she played with it. He walked her back toward the bed, his lips never leaving hers.
Juliet broke the kiss and lowered herself onto the mattress. She fumbled his waistcoat open. Then tugged at his shirt as he ran his hand through her soft, blond tresses, and sprinkled kisses across her cheek.
He pulled back. His gaze never left her face as he removed his clothing. The flush of desire that crept across his wife’s chest and face warmed his heart. She never glanced away, just stared at him with passion-filled eyes.
“Do you find me pleasing?” He glanced down at himself before returning his attention to her.
She trailed her gaze down his body, stopping when she spied his stiff shaft. Her hand moved to her chest, and her gaze darted back to his. “It is more than I imagined the male form to be.” She nibbled her lip before saying, “You are magnificent.”
He grinned as he rejoined her, wrapping one hand around her trim ankle. She sighed as he trailed his hand up to her garter, then untied it. He brought his lips to the bare skin just above her stocking, then kissed his way down the length of her leg as he removed the stocking.
Giles repeated the action, giving her other leg the same attention before moving to kiss her abdomen. When she did not protest, he slipped his hand between her thighs.
She let her legs fall apart, and for long sweet minutes, he caressed and kissed first her inner thighs and then her dewy core. He delighted in the little whimpers and hungry moans that emitted from her as he laved and stroked her quim.
When she bucked against him and came apart, he gave a devilish smile. “Are you satisfied now? You look as though you are.”
She shook her head in a half-hearted effort, then reached for him. “I want more.”
He got into the bed, placing one leg on each side of hers, holding himself above her with his arms. “Tell me you want me to make love to you, darling.” He ran his mouth along her neck, sucking and kissing her silken skin until she writhed beneath him.
“Please,” she said, her voice breathy and trembling.
He nipped at her neck. “Please, what?”
“Make love to me, Giles.”
“As you wish,” he said, before bringing his lips back to her neck. He wanted to bury his cock in her, but first, he needed her naked. He wanted her mad with desire, and he wanted to explore every inch of her.
She tilted her head back, inviting his exploration as he trailed kisses across her collarbone and down to the valley between her breasts. He pushed the material of her shift down with his chin, kissing and suckling his way lower.
He continued on his journey, kissing all the way to her toes and removing the gown before bringing his probing tongue and searching hands back to her middle.
Juliet reached for him and urged him back to her lips. Sweat glistened on her flushed skin as he kissed his way back up. A slow and deliberately sensual journey meant to set her on fire.
