Chapter Eleven #3
He caught her hand and brought it to his lips before letting go and cupping her face. He gave her a gentle kiss before his hands ran down her sides to the bottom of her shift. Without a word, he slowly lifted it.
No one except her maid had ever seen her naked before. A small part of her wished to resist, but a larger part wanted more than anything to belong and be treasured, and this man offered her that. Slowly, she lifted her arms, and in a trice, her shift was gone.
As she stood naked before her husband in only her stockings, she blushed, not from embarrassment but from the heat in his gaze. He made her feel desired, a feeling so new to her that she found herself reveling in it.
But then he was there, holding her against his bare chest, kissing her, making her feel as if he couldn’t live without her, and she grasped him to her, needing to let him know she wanted him just as much.
His hands roamed over her back and down to cup her behind and pull her even closer.
She felt the hard ridge in his pantaloons pressing against her mons, and her muscles tensed deep inside her.
He walked her backward until the settee hit the back of her knees and they buckled.
But she didn’t fall, and he gently sat her down then leaned her to the side so that she lay half on the furniture.
She thought to suggest that she move up as he knelt on the floor, but his mouth left hers to lick at her nipple, and her thoughts completely disappeared in the exquisite sensations flowing through her.
As he laved one nipple and then the other, the feelings intensified, and she grabbed at his head to keep him focused on one.
It must have been the right thing to do, because he started to suck, causing her toes to curl as she felt moisture at the juncture of her thighs.
She pressed her chest closer to his mouth, not wanting him to stop.
That was when he scraped his teeth over her nipple, and she let out a low moan.
He then sucked hard before releasing her.
She forced herself to loosen her hold on his head, anxious for him to do the same to her other breast.
Instead, he moved one of her legs over to the other side of the settee, spreading them.
Before she could demand that he get back to her breast, he kissed her.
It was a long, luxurious, probing kiss that had her grasping his shoulders.
Then she felt his fingers slipping through the red curls of her mons.
She didn’t have a chance to react before his hand continued its descent to the folds between her legs and his fingers began to explore her.
It was then that he ended the kiss and began his ministrations on her other breast.
There were so many sensations running through her that she could barely catch her breath.
She found her hip pressing toward his fingers as she panted through the sharp trills of excitement running from her nipple to the very core of her.
Then his fingers circled the nub at the apex of her sheath, and she almost forgot to breathe.
It was as if a comet shot through her, lighting her on fire everywhere. She hissed as she pressed her pelvis higher, anxious for more. He gave her more, making her spiral around like a galaxy, and her very inside grew hotter like a sun, threatening to explode.
And then she did!
Pure joy burst through her, sending her into a million pieces, touching upon the reason for being, continuing, never-ending, forever.
This immense pleasure swept her away before slightly cooling as she drifted back together, every piece falling back into place, back into Darius’s arms. She let her eyes drift open to find him looking down on her with some unspoken question.
“Oh, Darius.” The words came out in barely a whisper.
His gaze grew intense. “I must have you now.”
His words, so guttural and strained, sent excitement lighting her up everywhere. She’d forgotten there would be more. “Yes.” At her single word, his nostrils flared.
In one moment, he lay on her, and the next he stood, unbuttoning his pantaloons and stripping them off.
She had but a glance of his maleness before he covered her, kneeling between her legs. Then she felt him at the very entrance to her core. A primitive craving bubbled up inside her, and she lifted her legs to rest her feet on his behind, silently telling him to fill her.
And then he did, slowly, every inch of him filling every inch of her until she thought he could go no farther, and still she wanted more of him.
Instinctually, she titled her hips, inching her feet up to his waist until his pelvis lay against hers.
Despite the awkward position, she sighed with satisfaction.
“I will try to be gentle.” The words barely made it out of his mouth, as if he held himself back.
She didn’t want gentle. She wanted to feel how much he needed her. “I am no timid miss.”
“Yes, but it is your first time.”
That he struggled to make her happy had her heart opening completely. “And I’m loving it.”
His eyes rounded just before he started to pull back.
She pulled his head down with her hand. “Take me to the stars, husband.”