For so long he had denied himself a wife, a potential family, believing that history would repeat itself, but after hearing her speak so openly this morning, he was starting to believe that they could actually live together in harmony.
But first, they were going to be together as nature intended.
He yearned to pull her close, but only when they were fully undressed. He wanted to feel the slick sensation of skin on skin.
As he began to work on the fastenings of her stays, he kissed the flesh of her upper chest that was already exposed. She was soft, like the finest silk, and her scent was that of flowers and femininity all rolled into one perfect offering. He was a lucky man to have found such a woman like her. Never did he imagine it would be during one of the most erotic parties he’d ever hosted without partaking of the festivities.
When her stays came free, he saw those wonderful, taut nipples teasing him through the thin, white fabric of her chemise. He cupped each of the rounded globes and covered one with his mouth, running his tongue across the hardened tip, while he teased the other with the pad of his thumb.
“Cortland…” The breathy sigh of his name from the bottom of her throat caused him to nip the peak in approval. She stiffened slightly at first, but then her movements began to become more frenzied.
She pushed at the jacket covering his shoulders, and once he’d left her delectable body long enough to shrug out of it, she started to work on his cravat. His valet would likely cry when he knew how she had ripped it from around his neck and tossed it so casually aside, but neither did he care. His shirt quickly followed suit, until he was standing in nothing but his trousers and shoes, which he kicked off impatiently.
He lifted Genevieve in his arms and carried her over to the bed and laid her on top of the coverlet, where he began to truly worship her. He removed the remainder of her underclothes in record time, until she was laid out before him in all her nude glory. He stood there for a moment to look his fill and then he dared to go straight for victory lane. His need to taste her overrode all else. He wanted to be surrounded by her scent, to be enveloped in it, until he didn’t remember anyone else who had come before her. From this moment on, Genevieve was the only one for him.
He grasped her thighs and opened her wider to his hungry gaze. Her glistening core teased him like nothing ever before, and when he closed his eyes and licked the center of her desire, he knew he would never be the same again. It wasn’t long before she was gasping, her hands clutching the coverlet on either side of her. Her hips moved in time to his movements that became more rapid with each stroke. She was getting close to her peak and he couldn’t wait to be blessed with that magical moment.
When she finally burst apart, her hips stiffened and then she quivered around his mouth. He continued teasing her until he felt her relax, replete and sated.
He left her long enough to remove the rest of his clothes, and then he crawled back up her body. Her eyes were heavy lidded and a small smile graced her face. “That was… incredible.”
He nuzzled the side of her neck, gently nipping the tip of her earlobe as he whispered, “We’re just beginning.”
Genevieve’s body was still humming in the aftermath of Cortland’s wicked tongue. She’d long heard whispers of the “little death,” but she had never understood what it had meant. Until now. She felt as though she had truly soared above her body when the first waves had struck her. Time seemed to cease entirely as pleasure filled her. It flowed through her with a delicious warmth and scrambled her entire being.
As she was floating back to reality, that’s when she heard his dark promise about just beginning. She wasn’t sure it was possible to even move her arm, but his growl was enough to wake up her senses. She wound her arms around his neck, and said boldly, “I want it all.”
He reversed their positions until she was on top of him, her hair falling out of its confines and tumbling about her shoulders. He reached up a hand and grasped the side of her head, letting his fingers delve into the curly mass. “You’re so beautiful, Genevieve,” he whispered, almost reverently.
She was struck by the raw potency in his tone as she took the lead and leaned down to kiss him. Her breasts were crushed against his chest as they rolled on to their side. He touched her and caressed her until she was burning with renewed desire.
Her legs moved restlessly and she was soon crying out his name.
He slid a finger into her wet heat and started a sensual rhythm. It was a strange sensation at first, but when he added a second finger, she began to match his movements with her hips.
When he couldn’t seem to take anymore, he sat on the edge of the bed and lifted her until she was straddling his lap, with a leg on either side of him. “I’ll try to be as gentle as possible, but I want you so damned much right now.”
His voice seemed strained as he positioned his erect cock at her entrance. She tensed for an instant as he started to push inside where his fingers had just been, but once he breached her maidenhead, she bit her lip as a burning pain replaced the pleasure.
He waited for a time, until she was used to the intrusion, and then he started to move, slowly at first, and then a bit harder and faster until the sharp pressure subsided into something more tolerable, and then into something else even more wondrous. The slick glide of his cock thrusting into her so intimately, his dark eyes looking deeply into her eyes as he impaled her, was enough for Genevieve’s ecstasy to build once again.
When she saw him bend his head and lick the tip of her breast without breaking contact with her, she found it to be too much. She clutched his shoulders, burying her head in the side of his neck, holding on as she was overcome. She bit the side of his neck, where it met his shoulder, and with a hoarse shout, she could feel it when he spent himself in her.
It was more erotic than anything she might have seen before, because it was between the two of them. There is something fascinating about being with someone you love.
She abruptly stilled as the truth of her words struck her. I love him.
But how did he feel about her?
Until she knew for certain, she intended to keep the emotions of her heart carefully concealed.
“How are you?”
She smiled at him, pushing aside any melancholy she might be feeling. “Wonderful.” She touched the small set of marks on his neck. “But I’m afraid I bit down too hard.”
“I loved it,” he countered. “It sent me right over the edge. Pleasure and pain can ofttimes go hand in hand.”
She tilted her head to the side. “How do you mean?”
