Unable to resist any longer, he kissed her. The simmering hunger between them boiled over, their lips and tongues melding, their mouths feasting. She tasted of crisp champagne and warm woman, a mix that made him feel drunk with desire. Before he knew it, his hands were tearing furiously at her garments, and hers were just as eager upon his.
When there was nothing between them, he lay her down and gazed at her. She was his Aglaea: the embodiment of grace and sensual vitality. Her glossy tresses framed her vivid face, a blush spreading like a sunset over her flawless skin. Her breasts surged temptingly, the tips stiff and needy. As her slender limbs moved restlessly against the counterpane, he glimpsed the sheen of dew on her pussy and swallowed.
Her charms… too innumerable to count.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.
“I was about to say the same thing.”
His chest burgeoned at the admiration in her gaze.
“I could look at you day and night,” he returned.
“Gadzooks, you’re not actually planning on doing that, are you?” Her eyes widened. “You know how much I hate waiting.”
Her unmaidenly response made him laugh. “Far be it for me to make a lady wait, then.”
He palmed one firm breast, his thumb skating across the rosy tip, and her bottom lip caught beneath her teeth. He swooped down to suckle her sweet tits, lured back and forth between the lovely swells. He took his time, laving her nipples, licking and teasing them until they were glistening and swollen and she was panting his name.
Only then did he move lower, trailing kisses down the smooth valley between her ribs. She squirmed and giggled when his tongue dipped into her belly button. Settling himself between her thighs, he pushed them farther apart. He inhaled the scent of her arousal, his erection jerking against his thigh.
Her legs twitched bashfully against his palms.
“Spread wider for me,” he coaxed. “That’s it, love, show me your pussy. No reason to hide such a pretty part of you, is there?” He petted her silky curls, then reverently parted her folds. “By Jove, you’re drenched for me.”
“Richard, you’re driving me mad,” she gasped. “Dosomething.”
“Do you have anything particular in mind?”
Her hips lifted in a silent plea, and his mouth watered.
“God, yes,” he said thickly.
~~~
Violet cried out as the relentless sensual assault of Richard’s mouth brought her to a third peak. His kiss had been so hot, the wicked words he’d muttered even hotter. “Christ, I love licking your pussy. Tonguing your pearl. Come for me, give me more of your sweet cream…”
Since she’d done so—thrice—she judged they were ready to move onto other things. She wasn’t afraid of what was to come. She wanted it. Wanted to be as close to the man she loved as possible.
“Richard,” she said.
He raised his head. His strong jaw glistened with her juices, and his eyes were glazed.
“Come to me,” she whispered.
His gaze flared, and then he surged up her body, taking her mouth in a sinfully erotic kiss. She felt the heavy thrust of his cock against her belly and shivered with anticipation.
“Are you frightened, love?” he murmured.
His loving concern undid her even more.
She cupped his jaw with both hands. “No, Richard. I want to be yours. Now.”
“You are, Violet.” He leveraged himself over her, and her hands latched onto the powerfully flexing muscles of his shoulders. When he notched his cock to her opening, moistening the blunt tip in her slick folds, they both moaned. “By God, you are.”
He entered her slowly, and she felt herself stretching around him, tightness giving way to an exhilarating sensation of fullness. No pain… only wholeness. Oneness. He was so snugly wedged that she fancied she could feel each vein and ridge of his shaft, each delicious pulse. When he butted against some exquisite spot inside, she jolted.
“Am I hurting you?” He froze, his chest and neck taut with tension.
