"Only a little." Her hands snuck past the lapels of his robe, and he sucked in his breath when her nails scored lightly against his taut muscles. "I thought I was the virgin here."
He caught her hands. "Aren't you nervous, buttercup?" he said seriously.
She tipped her head to one side. "Not really. No. I'd describe my feelings more as..."
He waited, the epitome of husbandly virtue.
"... impatient? Ready and willing?"
That did it. He took her laughing mouth in a hungry kiss, and all thought of restraint fled at the taste of her, his Percy, sweeter than any nectar. How had he gone weeks without touching her this way? She kissed him back with a passionate urgency that told him she'd missed him just as much.
Lifting her into his arms, he strode toward the bed. He set her down on her feet, his hands fumbling with the tie on her robe as she planted hot kisses along his jaw. God in heaven, she set him afire. He pushed the flannel off her shoulders... and his breath stuttered.
"What have you got on there?" he rasped.
Percy peered up at him with laughing eyes. "Do you like it?"
"Likeis not the word I would use." He ran reverent hands over her white shoulders, fingering the thin cherry straps. "Where the devil did you get this?"
"From Helena's modiste. Helena advised against night-rails, especially the big, frilly ones. She said husbands don't prefer them—what do you think?"
"I think the marchioness has an eye for fashion. I think you should let her dress you from now on." His blood throbbing with anticipation, he murmured, "Give us a turn, love."
Looking a bit bashful, his bride did a slow pirouette. The red silk clung to her form like a second skin, and the slits at the side offered delicious views of her sleek legs. In the front, the neckline plunged nearly to her navel, the deep V filled with peek-a-boo lace of a matching shade. As for the back... there was none.
He pulled her close, his hand on the smooth, bare dip of her spine. "Do you know how irresistible you are?" he breathed against her neck.
"I'm glad you think so." She sighed as he kissed her shoulder. "Hopefully that means we can get on with things?"
Chuckling at her impatience, he lay her back on the mattress, filling his gaze with the luscious sight of her. His treasure. Covetous as Hades, he ran his hands through her silken tresses. Tonight, he was determined to pleasure his Persephone so that she'd want to stay with him forever. Lowering his head to one firm breast, he suckled the nipple through the silk. He adored her response to him, the way she gasped his name, gripped his hair. He flicked his tongue, teasing the bud into full pertness before moving on to lavish the same attention on the other.
"Oh, Gavin, don't stop," she moaned.
He blew softly against the wet silk, and she trembled. "Not until you come for me, love," he promised. "Again and again..."
Kneeling between her thighs, he drew the red silk upward to her waist. His shaft throbbed as his gaze followed the shapely line of her legs all the way up to the crown of fluffy blond curls. He swallowed, seeing the dew gathered upon her soft little puss and remembering the sweetness of her honey.
"If you don't touch me, Gavin, I'll go mad," she said.
His blood heated further at her beseeching tone. Hewantedher mad for him. Wanted her as mad for him as he was for her. "Touch you... where?"
"Stop teasing. You know," she said.
"Show me, my love. Touch yourself so I'll have no doubt where you want me."
She bit her lip, her passion-flushed cheeks growing even pinker. He wondered if he'd pushed her too far. But then her delicate fingers crept downward. He watched, his cock hard as granite, as she shyly petted herself.
"There. Are you satisfied?" she said in a breathless voice.
He covered her hand with his, encouraging her movement. "Not until you are," he said huskily. She moaned as he guided their joined fingers to her pearl, rubbing her sensitive bud with insistent pressure. His chest heaved as her moisture coated their fingers. Suddenly, her hips bucked off the mattress as she gave a sharp gasp.
With a growl, he buried his mouth in her pussy, needing to taste her pleasure. He devoured her like a man starved. Her womanly ambrosia intoxicated him; he couldn't get enough of her. As he feasted on her honeyed flesh, he eased a finger inside her. Tight. Unbelievably lush and hot. He began to move his digit, slowly at first, then fucking her steadily as he ate her. Tremors took his wife anew, her sweet cries filling his ears as another orgasm shook her.
* * *
Surfacing from an ocean of bliss, Percy gazed up at her husband. With his eyes wild and his tawny hair disheveled, he looked like a man driven to the edge of arousal. Scraps of her negligee were scattered across the bed. He'd brought her to the peak of ecstasy three times already... yet for some reason he hadn't made the move to take his own pleasure. Then she remembered his earlier nervousness.
Silly man, did he truly fear to hurt her?
