“Oh!” She nearly rolled her eyes at hearing herself. “All right.” She stepped back and pushed her gown down her body, stepping out of the satin puddle and tossing it onto a nearby chair. She undid the ties of her three petticoats and allowed them to drop to the floor before she gave him a look of uncertainty. “If I need to remove my corset, you’re going to have to help,” she murmured.
Having frozen in place, mesmerized by how she simply disrobed before his very eyes without so much as a single request that he turn around, Anthony stared at her. “Of course,” he finally said, after she had stepped out of the halo of white muslin petticoats and turned her back to him.
He pulled on the tie that held the corset closed, his fingers gently tugging on the crossed laces to loosen them.
“You’ll have to go faster than that,” she complained. “Or we’ll only have time for a quick ride.”
“Of course, my lady,” he said, nearly cursing when his fingers refused to work properly.
“Although you already seem to be warmed up,” she said with a titter.
“You have the right of that,” he replied. He couldn’t help the humor that sounded in his voice. This was not at all how he expected his first time with Dahlia to go.
“Are your coats still on?”
Anthony doffed both coats in two swift moves, determined that they be off in case she turned around before he was quite finished with the corset. “They’re off.” In a moment, he was afraid he would be, too, given how his cock throbbed.
“And your shirt?” Her head turned so her chin rested on her shoulder.
“Not yet. There’s the matter of my cravat,” he replied.
Dahlia turned around completely. “Tug it down whilst I undo this,” she said as she worked to untie the knot in the length of silk.
Gingerly, Anthony pinched the bottom edges of the corset and pushed it down over her hips at the same moment she began unwrapping the cravat from around his neck.
“You’re too tall,” she stated.
Anthony immediately dropped to his knees, his gaze going to the underside of her breasts, visible due to the sheerness of her chemise. His first thought was to push his face into her belly as a means to block out the erotic sight, but her corset was still in the way. He managed to get it completely off of her when he felt her hands pulling on his shirt. He raised his arms, and the white linen passed in front of his face on its way over his head.
Still on his knees, he glanced up to find her staring down at his bare shoulders and back. He placed a hand on the side of her knee and slid it up one thigh beneath the chemise.
“I think I should like to leave my stockings on,” she whispered.
“Very well,” he replied, his hand moving to cover her mons. He heard her inhale sharply. “But I shall take mine off.”
“Am I to ride you here?” she asked, obviously not pleased with the idea.
“On the bed,” he said quietly. He managed to stand, disappointed he had to give up his vantage. He toed off his shoes, slipped one arm behind her knees and one behind her shoulders, and lifted her onto the bed. Her hands immediately went to wrap around his neck, the look on her face one of surprise. “Is something wrong?”
She shook her head. “You did that so easily,” she murmured.
“Well, you’re light as a feather,” he teased before he kissed her forehead.
He had his stockings stripped off a moment later, and his pantaloons and smalls followed, although he struggled to push the smalls over his engorged manhood.
How ever would he last long enough to provide her a ride?
“Might I be allowed a moment to pleasure you first?” he asked in a whisper.
Dahlia’s eyes rounded. “What are you going to do?”
One brow arched in reply, and Dahlia let out an “oh” when he leaned over the edge of the bed, pushed her onto her back and slid a hand over one breast. She gasped when he feasted on one nipple, despite the layer of sheer fabric that separated his lips from the dark pink bud. When he moved to the other, he reveled in hearing her muted “oh” followed by another.
“You could have taken it off,” she whispered, a hint of annoyance in her voice.
Anthony stilled his ministrations and glanced up to discover she had lifted herself onto her elbows. “You would allow me to see you... naked?” he whispered in shock.
She scoffed. “Nonsense. I’m still wearing my stockings,” she argued.
