She reached her arms around his neck and pulled him down atop her. His warm, muscled body felt so foreign against her softness, so delicious.
His mouth nibbled at hers, played with her, and then his tongue pushed her lips open and the kiss became wild. There was no need for propriety or restraint, for he was hers, and she, his. She lifted a knee and wrapped a leg around his backside, drawing him to her, flesh to flesh, and when he uttered a groan, she felt a surge of feminine power that was wholly foreign, wholly intoxicating.
She spread her legs and clamped her eyes shut.
Thomas went still above her. “What are you doing?”
Her eyes opened. “Eleanor Rothschild told me it will hurt. I was hoping we could get it over with quickly.”
To her surprise, he actually gave a soft chuckle. “I may not have much experience, but I’m quite certain it’s not supposed to be over with quickly, and when it’s done correctly, there shouldn’t be much pain—if any.”
“Is that true?” Delilah asked, searching his eyes.
“I’ve read about it,” he assured her. “I wanted to make certain it was good for you.”
Delilah’s heart wrenched. Thomas had always regretted the fact that he hadn’t been able to finish his schooling. She knew he’d privately tutored himself over the years, read scores of books, talked to his friends at Oxford on their breaks and asked what they were studying so that he might keep up with them. But the fact that he had taken time to read about this intimate subject because he wanted it to be good for her, made tears well in her eyes. She loved him. She loved him completely with her heart, mind, and soul. Her family, her home, was wherever this man was.
“Remember what we did at Vauxhall?” Thomas asked.
“Yes.” Delilah was thankful for the relative darkness in the room because she was certain she was blushing.
“That didn’t hurt, did it?”
“No.” She firmly shook her head. “The exact opposite, actually. It was magnificent.” She sighed with the memory of that particular, exquisite pleasure.
A smile of masculine pride curved Thomas’s mouth. “I don’t intend for this to hurt either. Relax,” he added, a little breathless. “Let me touch you.”
Delilah exhaled and allowed the tension to drain from her arms and legs. She trusted Thomas completely, and if he only wanted to touch her, she would allow it.Especially if it was anything like what he’d done to her body at Vauxhall. More of that was nothing but welcome.
He kissed her lips and trailed his mouth down to her neck, to her collarbone, and then to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands and lavished attention on each one of them, first one, then the other. By the time he was done, all the tension had fled Delilah’s body. She felt like a cat stretching in the sun.
Thomas’s dark head moved lower, and he rained kisses along her belly. The odd one tickled, but she remained dutifully splayed beneath him, resisting the urge to squirm with pleasure, unsure of what a lover should do, but praying none of it ever stopped. When his head moved down even farther, and he positioned his mouth between her legs, he clamped his hands around her wrists, pinioning them to the mattress next to her hips.
In the next moment, she realized why he’d done that, because the second Thomas’s hot, wet tongue slid between the folds of her sex, she tried to move her hands to push him away and found them trapped.
“Let me,” he breathed against her intimate flesh. “I won’t hurt you.”
Both mortified and delighted, she struggled for only a moment before another deep lick made her groan and her thighs fell apart on their own wicked volition. She had no idea which book Thomas had read that had taught him about what he was presently doing to her, but she made a mental note to borrow it later. What a sinful, impossibly improper, and wildly delicious assault. Her thighs tensed, and she drew up her knees while his tongue licked her in deeper and deeper strokes, owning her, making her so wet she thought she’d melt into a pool of need.
Her head moved back and forth fitfully on the sheets. “Thomas,” she called, not entirely certain what she was asking for, but knowing she didn’t want him to stop.
His tongue moved up to gingerly touch the small flashpoint of delight between her thighs, the same nub that had made her cry out while a rush of pure emotion flooded through her at Vauxhall. She caught her breath.Mon Dieu. Thomas was going to do it again, only this time he was going to do it with his tongue.
She whimpered in the back of her throat as the tip of his tongue played with her, his hands still trapping her wrists. He licked the perfect little spot, again and again, circling it, brushing it with the flat part of his tongue and then teasing it with the tip over and over until her thighs clenched. He brushed against her trembling warmth one last time as she tumbled over the edge of sensation that tore a scream from her throat.
Her body was not her own. It shivered and quaked, even after he moved back up and cradled her against his chest. Eventually, though, her breathing steadied. It took her several moments before the haze cleared from her mind, and then it zeroed in on Thomas, on the heat radiating from his hard body, on the way it strained against hers.
“Tell me,” she breathed. “Tell me how to touch you.”
Delilah pushed him down on his back and leaned over him. Her dark hair falling over her shoulders and skimming her nipples had to be the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. He’d dreamed about this moment a thousand times, but the reality of having her in his bed was far better than any of his dreams.
She’d asked him to show her how to touch him.With pleasure. He couldn’t wait another moment. He gentlytook her hand and moved it down to his cock. Her fingers quickly encircled his hard flesh, and he showed her how to stroke him.
Damn. She was a fast learner. Too fast. Her hand on his flesh was unholy torture. He’d spill his seed in her palm if he let her go on much longer. But he bit the inside of his cheek and forced himself to endure the sweet agony for another long minute before he pulled her hand away and settled it safely on his shoulder. Then he flipped her onto her back and moved atop her, pushing her legs apart with his knee. His body was shaking with the need to plunge inside her, but he tempered himself, caught her mouth in a deep, distracting kiss, and when her body arched in fresh need against him, only then did he slowly slide his cock inside her. When he reached her maidenhead, he paused, lifted his head to meet her sleepy eyes, and found no reticence there—only love. With a surge of joy, he pushed all the way inside her, and they were as one.
“Oh,” was all Delilah said.
“Are you in pain?” he asked, wishing he could take away any discomfort she might feel.
