Chapter Twenty #2
His hands twitched when they were pressed against her, tightening as if to hold her forever, before relaxing.
Then he opened his palm and caressed her in ways she’d never done to herself.
Large flat palms, strong hands, and a twisting motion between his fingers.
She writhed, loving every moment of what he did.
“I will show you,” he said as he leaned forward to kiss her neck. “I will teach you how to touch yourself.”
“I want you,” she said.
“Then you must remember everything I do.”
He lay her back against the floor. Her dress lay pooled about her, and he folded up his jacket to set beneath her head. She stroked his chest as he put her in place. She tried to worm her fingers beneath the fabric, but he stopped her.
“Why?” she asked. “I have seen you before. Back in the stillroom of my house. I touched you then.”
“Not now,” he said. “Not like this. It will tempt me too much.”
She knew what he meant, and yet she regretted his answer. “I trust your control.”
“Then you are an innocent.”
She wasn’t truly innocent. She knew that madness had gripped her. She should not do any of this, but she trusted him. She would never allow herself to be alone with any other man, but he was an angel. After all, it was his name. “Gabrrrriel. I trust you.”
“Then obey me.”
Her arousal was undercut by his words. They were part of her wedding vows, and she should be uttering them to Lord Benedict.
But her fiancé did not look at her the way Gabriel did.
And if she ever wanted to experience pleasure, then Gabriel was the man to teach her.
“I do,” she whispered, thinking that this too was akin to a wedding vow.
She would allow no other man to do what they were about to.
Tonight, she was giving herself into his hands.
Thankfully, he did not give her time to work through her tortured thoughts.
If she thought much longer, she would have to face how far she’d fallen.
Instead, she threw herself into his kiss.
She dueled with him, tongue to tongue, and when he allowed her, she nibbled at his mouth and sucked upon his lips.
“You’re a fast learner,” he murmured as he kissed her jaw.
“You’re a good teacher.”
He kissed down her neck, across her chest, and then between her breasts. His hands molded her, his teeth aroused her, and his tongue wet her. “Remember this,” he commanded before he caught her nipple between his teeth.
As if she could forget it!
The way he worked her nipples had her shuddering with pleasure, but this time it wasn’t enough. Her legs twisted restlessly, her hands gripped his shoulders, and she could not stop whispering that she wanted more, always more.
He lifted his head. “How do you touch yourself? Do you know about a quickening?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Mrs. Sundy told me about it before my first Season.” Her lips quirked in a half smile. “She said to learn it early on, for my husband would not know how to do it.”
He ran his knuckles down the side of her breast, his expression so tender. “That is true.”
“Do it for me, please.”
“I promised to teach you something new.”
Something new? What could be newer than a quickening? She didn’t ask. She was too absorbed in feeling his hand slide down her belly. Such a difference from her own. He was large, his fingers had callouses, and when he slid inexorably through her curls, she spread her legs to feel it all.
“Is this what you do?” he asked as his fingers stroked and swirled through her folds.
Not like that. Not with surprising pressure and…oh! He pushed a finger inside her. So large, so masculine.
Her belly tightened, her hips lifted. Her legs were restricted by the fabric of her gown, but he had room. He cupped her, his palm pressing down against her mons. She’d never felt that before. It was ever so nice. Then he pulled his hand upward, his fingers dragging through her folds.
He found it! He was stroking her place where sensation gathered. Where everything thrummed and his every press made her undulate with excitement.
“Touch your breasts,” he said. “The way you like it.”
She did it. She gathered her breasts in her hands and kneaded them. She pinched her nipples the way he had. She felt wanton and was not ashamed. It felt so good.
He built her pleasure quickly. She didn’t want it to go so fast, but she’d been imagining this for so long. And here he was, rubbing between her thighs, opening her with his fingers, and…
“Yes!”
He plunged inside her. More than one finger, she was sure. She felt the stretch and wanted more. And still he pleasured her nub. Her heels ground down onto the floor, her knees were as wide apart as she could get them, and he played her flesh like a maestro.
Her belly tightened, her back arched. Too fast! Not yet! But it was too late. She couldn’t stop the explosion of sensation. She cried out in joy, she rode the pleasure of her inner muscles contracting around his fingers. And still he plunged in and out while she gripped him.
Bliss!
She rode it as long as she could. She felt the waves soften. She murmured as they rolled through her. And she smiled because she was so happy.
“Yes,” she finally whispered. “Thank you.”
She felt his hand on her belly, a warm heat where it lay. His other fingers were still inside her, and that realization startled her. He was still embedded there, a grin on his face as he felt her quiver around him. A tiny contraction. A final pulse.
“You have felt that before?” he asked.
“Not one so lovely as that.”
“I am happy to hear it.”
“I am happy to experience it.”
He grinned, a boyish look that made his entire body light up. “But I promised to teach you something new.”
She frowned, not understanding what he meant. What more could there be except the penetrative act? The one they would not do.
“There is more,” he said with a smile. “Do you trust me?”
“Obviously.”
“Then let me do this.”
She looked at him. “I will keep my virginity?”
“I swear it.”
In for a penny, in for a pound. She laughed at the silly phrase. It should not apply to what they had just done, but why would she stop him?
“Yes. Definitely yes.”
“Lie back,” he instructed. “I am going to take my time with this.”