Her fingers encountered hair as well. Fascinated by the rough texture, she ran her fingertips over it before flattening her palms against the crisp mass. He lifted himself slightly and she pushed the neck of his robe farther apart.
Complying with her unspoken demand, he raised himself up and shrugged out of the garment. Letting it fall to the floor, he stretched out beside her once more, inviting her to touch him as she pleased.
Unsure for a moment, her gaze riveted onto the flat discs of his nipples. She glanced at him for permission before shyly imitating his earlier action, carefully pinching it to hardness with her thumb and fingers. He said nothing, only watched her with glittering eyes. When she leaned forward to swirl her tongue around it, he placed a big hand on the back of her head, pressing her to him, while he whispered his approval. Unfortunately, when she used her teeth, he hissed in pain.
She drew back, stricken. “I am so sorry! I never meant to hurt you.”
A smile flashed white in his face. “I know, darling girl, and I’m not angry at all. It’s no more than a lack of experience.” He stroked her arm. “Do you want to try again?”
She shook her head. “Not if it hurts you.”
“Start very gently and increase the pressure little by little, that’s all there is to it.” He kissed her forehead. “I’ll tell you when it feels right.” After a little more coaxing, she tried again, attentive to his whispered directions.
“Good girl. Did you like doing that to me?”
She nodded shyly. “Do men like that done to them? I thought it felt wonderful.”
He chuckled. “I can’t answer for other men, but I find it somewhat stimulating.” She dropped her eyes, disappointed that she had not pleased him better. As if reading her thoughts, he lifted her chin. “A woman’s nipples are far more sensitive than a man’s, which is why you liked it so much. I am thrilled to have a wife who thought to please me.”
He eased her down to lay flat on her back and stretched out on his side. His warm hand stroked down her side, following the curve of waist to hip and coming to rest on her leg.
Instinctively she closed her thighs, looking up at him anxiously.
“I want to please you too, remember?” His thumb caressed the fragile skin of her inner thigh in small circles that somehow increased the heat higher up in her core.
His wicked hand moved to her other thigh, fondling and massaging from her knee upward. She thought the fire in her core would scorch her before much longer. Shifting uncertainly she cameagainst the silk-covered protrusion between his legs. Closing his eyes, he sucked in a breath and rubbed it against her.
Instantly, she fidgeted away from him, but he would have none of that.
“Open for me, Diantha.” His questing fingers worked at the nest of dark curls, seeking entrance to their hidden seam. One fingertip found its way into the moist folds.
He muffled her exclamation of shock with his mouth as his hand explored places she herself was scarcely aware of. His finger slowly traced her most intimate opening, inside and out, before sliding up to a throbbing nubbin where all her nerve endings seemed to converge.
As soon as he touched it, all thought ceased. Her eyes closed tightly at a series of soft upward strokes on the tender swell of flesh. Her hips rocked voluptuously as he circled and teased, wringing even more moisture from her body.
She shivered as his voice vibrated in her ear, raw with lust. “So wet, darling, so good.” One thick digit slowly slid into her channel, withdrew and returned. “So tight.” A second one joined it, stretching her deliciously.
Her entire body tightened as though in anticipation of some unknown event. His thumb strummed the sensitive nub while his fingers stroked deep within her, building the tension until she buried her face against Kieran’s neck to stifle her moans.
Then she shattered. Her pelvis lifted off the sheets to thrust uncontrollably against his hand as she convulsed with pleasure over and over.
Her universe contracted to their bed and theirbodies. His muscular arm held her together as she clutched at the dark mat of hair covering his chest, nearly sobbing for breath. As the tremors subsided, he pulled her closer, stroking her hair. His voice crooned something in her ear, soothing her.
In spite of his aching cock, Kieran did not move. His untried wife’s intense response astonished him. He had never experienced such a sense of power in bed, even with the most skilled of his mistresses. He grinned at the wall in delight as his free hand ran over her body.
A twinge of pain struck his chest. He looked down to see her hand fisted in his curls. Smiling a little, he disengaged it as tenderly as a mother would an infant’s.
She looked up at him with hazy eyes. “Are you angry with me?” He shook his head, disbelieving the question, as she swallowed. “I don’t think ladies are supposed to behave that way.”
“I don’t care how ladies are supposed to behave. You were wonderful.”
Her radiant smile stole his breath away.
“Thank you.” She shyly explored his torso with her fingertips, and he adjusted himself to give her better access. When she reached his waistband, however, she came to an abrupt halt, looking up at him nervously. “I don’t know what to do.”
He rose from the berth. Keeping his gaze fixed on her, he slowly, deliberately untied the cord of his pyjamas. Her eyes widened as he lowered them, fully exposing his aching erection to her.
“Kieran, please—I can’t possibly accommodateall that.” Her blue eyes pleaded with him in the lamplight, but the sight of her near-naked body on the berth only made him harder, if that was possible.
