His slow smile formed against her lips. He caressed her breast. The sensation had her rising on her toes. The most subtle touch, yet her whole body responded. Titillating pleasure trickled down her core, more compelling than an overwhelming onslaught. It increased slowly, absorbing all of her attention. She wanted to moan from how good it felt.
“It is better if stays, petticoats, and dresses are not in the way,” he said in her ear while he nibbled and kissed it.
“We will have to stop. I don’t want to stop.” She dared not stop.
“We won’t stop. I’ll do it.”
“I hope you know how to—oh, I see you do.” Her dress loosened. She had not noticed his hand at work back there. A few minutes later she stepped out of it.
Good to his word, they did not stop. Even the stays caused little delay, considering she found it hard to stand now. One touch on her bare breast and she did moan in an exhale of wonder.
She did not remember actually moving to the bed, but then they were there, his caresses moving down her body, his mouth finding her naked chest and breasts and stomach. Nothing could enter the small place she existed in. Nothing in her head or her past. Only he and she and astonishing sensations lived there. And joy. Each new pleasure brought a smile to her spirit.
“Come here.” He rolled onto his back and brought her with him, so she was above him. She straddled his hips, feeling his phallus between her thighs. She gazed down at his face, then bent to kiss him. He took her breasts in his hands, then moved her forward and used his mouth. She was relieved that she would not have to worry about the moment he covered her, and imprisoned her with his body. It entered her besotted mind that sparing her that might have been his intention.
Their position caused his phallus to prod at her suggestively. “Do people ever . . . like this, the way we are . . .”
“Yes.”
“Perhaps . . .”
“If you want. When you want.”
She bent her head and looked down between their bodies. “I don’t know how I . . .”
“I will help, but you will control it. You can stop if you want. If you find that you don’t enjoy it.” When she nodded, he lifted her, and positioned her body so he began entering.
The sensation intrigued her. She had never welcomed that fullness before. Her body ached to absorb more of him and bind him to her. She slowly lowered herself more, then more yet. He exhaled deeply when finally they were joined.
“That was too slow for you, wasn’t it?”
“Tonight is not about me. The rest is up to you too.”
She nestled down, so he was deeper yet. She pulsed where he stretched her, making her squirm. His expression tightened. Her movements created profoundly deep pleasure that kept increasing. Her sense of herself narrowed only to that demanding sensation. Soon she was rising and falling in an effort to take him deeper yet. Her whole body ached for more even though surely there could never be more. Her mind stretched toward something just out of reach. Something frightening in its power.
He grasped her hips and helped her rise and fall. The fury engulfed them both. Time and place disappeared until she tasted a rare moment of bliss before her spirit gave up the quest.
* * *
He pulled her into his arms and held her while her deep breaths feathered his ear. They lay entwined while he became aware of time again. He luxuriated in the press of her body on his, and the silken strands of her hair on his shoulder.
Her head moved. He opened his eyes a slit and realized she was looking down at herself. She shifted slightly.
“Are you uncomfortable?” he asked.
“Not uncomfortable. Just very . . . naked.”
He moved her aside, sat up, and rearranged the bedclothes so she would be covered. For good measure he got up and grabbed her chemise, in case she wanted that too. He turned back to the bed with the garment in his hands to find her wide eyes examining him.
He returned to her side and tucked the covers around her. “You have never seen a man undressed before, have you?”
“Not totally.”
“And yourself?”
“Not totally.”
“If you had not wanted—”
