At the same time she leaned forward to kiss one of his nipples, he planted a kiss on her forehead. His sharp intake of breath had her pulling away, so he used the opportunity to capture her lips with his and kissed her thoroughly. Even before he ended the kiss, he felt her fingers fumbling at the top of his pantaloons. She had the two top buttons undone and was struggling to determine how to push down the garment when he reached down and stilled her hands. His erection pressed so hard against the fall, he feared the thread holding the buttons would break.
“I need to remove my boots first,” he whispered, his breaths short.
Rose’s look of frustration had him attempting to stifle a grin. Placing his hands at her waist, he lifted her until her legs were free of her skirts and then moved her to the edge of the bed. She let out a squeak of surprise, quickly gripping his shoulders in an attempt to keep herself upright. Well aware her breasts were at the level of his eyes, she knew there was nothing she could do to hide them. But then, she didn’t wish to, not when she saw how they mesmerized him.
Power, indeed.
When her feet were back on the carpeting, she straightened. “I am not bending over this bed,” she stated, her eyes narrowing as if she was daring him to try.
“I don’t want you to,” he replied, one of his hands smoothing up her side until his thumb could brush over her nipple. He lowered his lips to it and suckled gently before moving his lips to do the same to the other.
He lifted her onto the bed, but quickly turned so he could reach down and pull his boots from his feet. He knew once he saw her there, laid out on the dark green velvet counterpane, naked but for her stockings, he would be lost.
Hearing the rustling of fabric behind him, he was about to turn to see what she was doing, but one of her hands smoothed up his bare back. He inhaled sharply as he undid the last of the pantaloon’s buttons and his manhood sprang free.
He couldn’t help the sigh of relief, nor ignore how Rose had her breasts pressed into his back and her arms wrapped around his middle. When her head bent over his shoulder, he felt her inhalation of breath and knew she saw what he did when he glanced down.
“You’re going to put that into me?” she whispered.
He turned his head as much as he could and nodded. “I have to if I’m to pleasure you completely. If not today, then...”
It was going to have to be today. He couldn’t wait another day. He wanted her so badly. Wanted to claim her. Wanted to make her his.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked on a huff. “I’m not getting any younger.”
A guffaw escaped David just then, the pent up nervousness releasing all at once. He took one of her hands from his waist and lifted it to his lips. “Yes, my lady,” he replied before he kissed it. He pushed down the pantaloons and kicked his feet out of them.
About to turn to crawl onto the bed, he realized Rose was leaning on one elbow, her gaze still on his groin. “Aren’t you going to remove your stockings?” she asked in a whisper.
“Are you?”
Her eyes rounded. “No.”
“Well, then,” he said as he turned. His brows arched when he saw how she had pushed down the counterpane and bed linens and was now sliding into the middle of the bed. “Don’t go too far,” he whispered as he climbed onto the bed and moved his body over hers.
“What do I do?” she asked, one of her hands moving to his head, her fingers threading through his wavy hair.
He kissed her and chuckled softly. “I would tell you to relax, but—”
“Relax?” she repeated in a hoarse whisper.
“I doubt you will, so pretend you’re the queen of the world and that I’m here to pleasure you until you beg me to stop.” He didn’t wait for a reply, but used a knee to spread her legs apart and then moved down her body until his mouth could cover one of her breasts.
“Oh, I can do that,” she murmured with a grin, moving her legs farther apart until she could lift a knee. The silk of her stocking-covered foot rubbed against his woolen encased calf. She wiggled her toes against him.
He flicked his tongue over an engorged nipple and raised his face to regard her with a curious expression.
“As your queen, I’m ordering you to remove your stockings,” she stated.
David blinked. “Now?” His gaze raked her prone body as he moved to sit up.
She giggled when she saw his look of disbelief. “Must I do it for you?” she asked in a tease.
Allowing her to do it meant he would no longer have such a gorgeous view of her. “I’ll be but a moment,” he said as he rolled off of her and saw to stripping the offending garments from his feet. He was about to reposition himself atop her when she pressed her palms against his shoulders. “What’s wrong, Your Highness?” he asked.
Despite his attempt at humor, David knew something had happened in that moment.
“Your queen demands to know how you learned to do this.”
