He unlaced her undergarments, and they followed, her petticoats and stays joining her dress on the floor.
Before she could turn to face him, he closed the distance between them again and pressed the length of his body alongside hers from behind.
“Look in the mirror,” he ordered.
Startled, she instinctively did as he asked, her breathcatching at the sight of herself, nude and on display while he stood fully dressed, his dark eyes burning into hers.
“Watch.”
He cupped her breasts and thumbed her pink nipples. His hands looked so big and dark compared to her paleness, and the pads of his thumbs were slightly rough. He repeated the motion, and a zing of pleasure zipped through her, starting at her nipples and dipping to the place at the vee of her thighs.
“Should I be doing something?” she asked breathily.
Surely it wasn’t as simple as just standing here.
He smiled and bent to nuzzle the crook of her neck, then teased kisses up its side. “All you need to do is feel and keep your eyes on us.”
“All right.”
She relaxed, allowing herself to revel in the heady sensation of having Nicholas’s full attention.
His hands and lips continued to tease her until her legs threatened to melt and he was the only thing holding her up.
Slowly, his hands ventured down her torso, mapping out her curves until one settled on her waist and the other slipped between her thighs and delved into the place that she’d learned was capable of bringing her great pleasure.
He stroked along her center while using that capable thumb to toy with the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex. She whimpered, glad for his support because otherwise she’d be a puddle, just like her dress.
When she had grown slick from his touch, he pushed one finger inside her and moved it slowly, shifting his hand so that the mound of his palm was pressing against her in a way that made her moan and clench around the intrusion.
Her hips jolted forward, and sensation rioted through her.
“Beautiful,” Nicholas murmured. “Ride my hand, love.”
Taking his words as the encouragement they were, sherocked her hips back and forth, which not only coiled something hot and tight inside her but also brought his finger deeper inside her.
A second finger prodded at her entrance and slid into her. She gasped and stilled. It was a strange feeling to have part of him inside of her. She was full, and it wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it wasn’t unpleasant either.
So far, she’d loved everything he’d done to her, so she wasn’t going to stop trusting him to make her feel good now.
In the reflection, he was focused intently on her while her face flushed deeper with each passing second, until it was the bright pink of a rose blossom at its center as it unfurled to greet the coming summer.
Unable to look at herself for a second longer, she turned and captured Nicholas’s lips in a kiss.
The kiss started chaste and sweet, but it wasn’t long before they were exchanging panted breaths, their tongues intertwining.
His cock—he’d told her to call it that—was a hard ridge against her lower back, and she ground backward into it as the kiss grew more desperate.
A now familiar heat pooled low in her abdomen as pleasure drew taut within her, and she knew that if they continued, she would soon come apart.
She wasn’t ready for that, though.
She wanted him inside her properly when she found her pleasure.
“Not yet.” She covered his hand with hers and stilled his movements. “I want us together.”
He grinned wickedly. “Whatever you want, love. Why don’t you lie down, and I’ll undress for you?”
She stiffened for a moment, afraid he’d release her and she’d stumble, but she needn’t have worried. He helped her over to the bed, and only once she lay sprawled on thebedspread did he let her go and begin to remove his own clothes.
