There were so many sensations running through her that she could barely catch her breath. She found her hip pressing toward his fingers as she panted through the sharp trills of excitement running from her nipple to the very core of her. Then his fingers circled the nub at the apex of her sheath, and she almost forgot to breathe.
It was as if a comet shot through her, lighting her on fire everywhere. She hissed as she pressed her pelvis higher, anxious for more. He gave her more, making her spiral around like a galaxy, and her very inside grew hotter like a sun, threatening to explode.
And then she did!
Pure joy burst through her, sending her into a million pieces, touching upon the reason for being, continuing, never-ending, forever. This immense pleasure swept her away before slightly cooling as she drifted back together, every piece falling back into place, back into Darius’s arms. She let her eyes drift open to find him looking down on her with some unspoken question. “Oh, Darius.” The words came out in barely a whisper.
His gaze grew intense. “I must have you now.”
His words, so guttural and strained, sent excitement lighting her up everywhere. She’d forgotten there would be more. “Yes.” At her single word, his nostrils flared.
In one moment, he lay on her, and the next he stood, unbuttoning his pantaloons and stripping them off.
She had but a glance of his maleness before he covered her, kneeling between her legs. Then she felt him at the very entrance to her core. A primitive craving bubbled up inside her, and she lifted her legs to rest her feet on his behind, silently telling him to fill her.
And then he did, slowly, every inch of him filling every inch of her until she thought he could go no farther, and still she wanted more of him. Instinctually, she titled her hips, inching her feet up to his waist until his pelvis lay against hers. Despite the awkward position, she sighed with satisfaction.
“I will try to be gentle.” The words barely made it out of his mouth, as if he held himself back.
She didn’twantgentle. She wanted to feel how much he needed her. “I am no timid miss.”
“Yes, but it is your first time.”
That he struggled to make her happy had her heart opening completely. “And I’m loving it.”
His eyes rounded just before he started to pull back.
She pulled his head down with her hand. “Take me to the stars, husband.”
Chapter Twelve
Darius opened hismouth only to have his vibrant wife thrust her tongue into it. Her boldness sent his hips down faster than he’d planned.
Letting go of him, she dropped her head back down on the cushion. “Yesss.”
It was all he needed, and he thrust into her tight sheath, enjoying his long, slower strokes but unable to keep from increasing the pace. Her energetic reactions to his lovemaking had destroyed his control sooner than he’d thought. But her enjoyment was his primary focus for her first time, and he was grateful that she was so responsive.
In fact, her legs grasped him, and as he plunged into her faster, she tipped her hips, rubbing herself along his entire shaft. He tried to hold back, just one more, just one—her sheath squeezed around him, and a yell of sheer pleasure burst from her throat, sending his own release deep inside of her.
He continued to thrust, her body receptive, urging him on until he was completely spent. He let his head hang down as he held himself above her on the settee. He hadn’t planned to take her in the middle of the afternoon in a room he hadn’t seen in years, so neither of them was in the most comfortable position. Guilt started to build that he’d let his desire take precedence over her comfort.
“That far surpassed what I expected. Do you think we could do it again?”
At her words, all guilt vanished, and he chuckled. “Of course, but mayhap somewhere a bit more comfortable.” He pulled out, thinking only of her comfort, and immediately wished he was back inside her.
She pulled herself into a sitting position against the high back on one side, looking like the finest of courtesans, her hair messed terribly, with a few long red locks trailing down toward her large breasts and nothing on except her stockings. He wanted to take her all over again but dared not. If she became too sore, she’d become hesitant about the marriage bed.
Looking down as he donned his pantaloons, he noticed the telltale sign of her virginity. Moving to his waistcoat, he pulled out his handkerchief and cleaned himself off before setting himself to rights. Then he picked up his cravat and brought it to her. “You may need this. I’m sorry there is no basin in here.” He gave her a half-smile. “I hadn’t planned for this to happen.”
Her eyes rounded before she looked down at herself and the redness started in her chest before it climbed up into her face.
He didn’t want her embarrassed. He promptly kneeled and took her face in his hands. “I am very pleased that I am your only lover.”
She gave him an understanding nod.
He rose again and turned his back on her to give her some privacy, busying himself with putting on his shoes and shirt. He was reaching for his greatcoat when voices in the hall stopped him. He spun around to find Ellie only in her shift.
Bloody hell.Who was about this side of the house? Even as he strode toward the door closest to the voices, he worried about the other door. He glanced toward it, for the first time wondering where all the dust covers were, as the room wasn’t used at all. He put his finger to his lips at Ellie’s worried lookthen gestured for her to stand behind him. If the door opened, he could keep her from being seen.
