“Are you going to remove my nightrail?Or should I?”she whispered.
Tom audibly swallowed.“How about I take off my pantaloons at the same time as you remove your gown?”he suggested.
Helen gave it a moment of thought before she nodded.“All right.”She stepped back, reached down to gather up the hem, and had it well past her knees before she stopped.
“What?”he asked, his heated gaze on her bare thighs.The bottom ruffle of her nightrail still hid the curls at the top of her thigh from view.
“Why aren’t you taking off your pantaloons?”
He stood up, which had him once again so close to her they were nearly touching.“Apologies.I, um,..”He hooked his thumbs over the top edge of the garment and started to push it down as Helen resumed lifting the nightrail over her head.
His manhood, already engorged and standing straight out from his body, made it difficult to finish undressing.He returned to sitting on the edge of the bed, his legs nearly free of the knit fabric when he paused and stared at her.
Completely nude but for the golden waves of hair almost long enough to curl over and around her nipples, she looked glorious in the light from the room’s only window.
She was doing the same with him, her gaze directed to where his manhood jutted out from above his thighs.
Neither seemed to breathe for a moment.
“Oh, my goddess,” he murmured when he finally found his voice.He reached out to place a hand at the side of her waist, his palm warmer than her soft skin.
“Oh, my god,” she countered, although her comment didn’t sound as reverent.
He glanced down and cleared his throat.“I take it you’ve not seen one of these before.”
Her eyes rounded.“I should hope not,” she affirmed.“Not like that.”Although she appeared slightly frightened, she reached out with a forefinger and touched the tip, where a bead of moisture had formed.When his member seemed to move of its own accord and he made an odd sound in his throat, she quickly pulled her finger away.He captured it and brought it to his lips.
“Well, if it’s any consolation, I’ve never seen a naked lady before.I mean, a living, breathing woman,” he stammered.“I’ve seen them in paintings, of course.”
“And statuary?”she suggested.
“Mayhap,” he murmured.He reached for her other hand and pulled her towards him as he stood.When he had his arms around her and she was fully pressed to the front of his body, his manhood nestled against her belly, he groaned.He kissed her lips followed by her eyelids and then her forehead.“Do you understand what it is we’re about to do?”
She nodded, her hand sliding down the side of his body and then to his manhood.When her fingers touched it, he inhaled sharply, and she paused.“Doyouknow what we’re about to do?”She slid her other hand down to his hip, smoothing it into the depression above his thigh before sliding it over a firm buttock.
He blinked and swallowed.“Will you sit on top of me?Straddle me?”
It was her turn to blink.“In the book, is that the one called ‘riding St.George’?”
Swallowing, he seemed confused for a moment.“What book?”
“The book about sexual congress.”
His eyes rounded.“You’ve read a book about sexual congress?”he asked in disbelief.
“Haven’t you?”she countered.“My father has a rather extensive collection of books in his library.”
“No doubt,” he murmured.
“So, are you going to lie down so I can...so I can climb atop you?”she asked in a whisper
He seemed to have trouble breathing for a moment.“Not yet,” he said.“I wish to kiss you all over.”
For the first time since they had removed their clothes, she grinned.“MightIlie down for this part?”
He nodded.“Yes, by all means.”When she pulled away, he startled her by lifting her into his arms.“Allow me,” he said, grinning as he turned and lowered her to the bed.
Following her down, he covered her body with his as his lips took purchase on one of her nipples.
