Straight to bedding from there?
No.
Disappointing, but understandable.
Perhaps her breasts.
Yes.
Then to the bedding?
No.
Ah, his mouth.
Yes.
Matthew grinned at the head side of his coin.He did enjoy using his tongue.It seemed proper he should know how his wife’s pussy tasted before he claimed it.
Very well.That was a good start.Kissing her lips, her breasts, and her pussy, then he would see where his coin wanted him to go from there.Already his blood was heating at the very thought of being able to touch her all over, however he wanted.His bride.His wife.
His cock was certainly ready for her.
Cinching the tie of his robe, he went over to the adjoining door between their rooms and knocked before opening it, to give warning he was coming in.Two steps in and he paused, arrested by the sight of her in her own dressing gown.Hers was made of long falls of lavender silk and silver lace that clung to her body.Her hair had been let out of its coiffure and fell around her in gentle waves.She stood in the middle of the room, near the bed, with her hands clasped together in front of her.
Nettie, the maid, was already letting herself out of the bedroom door, shutting it firmly behind her and leaving the two of them alone.
Glancing nervously at him, Johanna dropped her gaze almost immediately.
A virgin.
Start with kissing.
Right.
He wanted to kiss her all over.
Johanna
The duke entering her room while she was wearing practically nothing was utterly nerve -racking.Johanna felt like she could barely breathe as his dark gaze moved over her.The silky feel of her nightrail and robe against her skin was doing wicked things to her senses.Even as she shifted slightly in place, she could feel her nipples pebbling against the soft fabric, and she moved her arms to hide them.
“You look beautiful,” the duke said, moving to her again.Despite the hunger in his eyes, there was also gentleness.The same kind of protectiveness she’d seen the night of the auction, which soothed some of her nerves.
As he approached, it felt like her entire body lit up, acutely attuned to his presence.She swayed forward a little, though she could not gather the courage to actually step toward him.
“Thank you,” she whispered, and rallied.“You look very handsome.”
He chuckled, and once again his fingers moved under her chin, tipping her head back in that manner that made her feel both breathless and wildly excited.
“I am glad you think so,” he told her, right before he kissed her.
Johanna felt her whole body shiver as their lips met, her insides clenching in response.Lifting her hands to his chest, she could feel his heart beating beneath her palm, the soft velvet of his robe gentle against her hand.It was not just their lips, either; the hot, hard press of his body against the length of hers made her tremble.His other arm went around her, holding her in place.Holding her so she could not step away.
Not that she wanted to, but something about not beingableto made the whole thing more exciting.
His tongue slid into her mouth, dancing with hers, and she kissed him back as best she could.Heard him—felt him—groan, his hold tightening on her.The hardness of his body against hers, the feel of his muscles flexing, made her very aware of how vulnerable she was to him… and rather than feeling afraid, it stirred her excitement, the ache that was growing inside her even further.
It throbbed and pulsed within her, stealing away her breath as much as his kiss did.She leaned against him, as much because she wanted to feel him against her as because she was uncertain her legs would hold her up much longer.
