Chapter 28 #2
“The party was lovely…though a little too much,” he said, and she laughed with surprise at such a change of subject.
“Yes…” she replied, swallowing some wine. Her red, moist lips drew his eyes.
“I loathed every moment you danced with other men,” he confessed, and she laughed, almost spilling her wine.
She put the glass down and wiped the drops from her lips with his. Her taste was more intoxicating than the wine, and he could not stop tasting and savouring them.
His left hand slowly touched the fabric of her gown, then brushed over her legs—first tentatively and then more daringly.
“You should put your glass down too,” she whispered through kisses, and he obeyed.
They rested against the pillows, and he lay atop her without releasing her from the passionate trap of his mouth.
One hand played in her silky, loose hair while the other slowly moved along her throat and down to reach the line of her gown, stroking the fine fabric and her bare skin.
“My dearest, all I want from you is to love me and to allow me to show you how ardently I love and admire you. There is nothing to worry about tonight. It is just about us, about our passion and desires…about what we both want and have yearned for…”
His face was only inches from hers, and her eyes delighted in his handsome figure.
He was her husband, she thought, and the notion thrilled her.
All her uncertainties vanished. Her fingers caressed his eyelids, his cheeks, and the contour of his mouth; her lips eagerly followed the path of her touches, hesitant at first, then more daring.
His lips and his soul smiled at the proof of her maidenly passion.
He untied her robe, but she did not even seem to notice, her lips never leaving his face.
He then pulled off the robe, and she stopped.
Her eyes found his, and they silently spoke to each other.
Her hands encircled his neck, and she leaned back, pulling him with her until his weight held her.
She did not want to escape; she wished to surrender completely to him and feel all the heat of his passion she had only glimpsed so far.
She wanted their love to be complete in every sense.
He spread countless kisses from her lips to her cheeks, her eyes, her jaw, and back to her lips again, impatient but gentle.
His hands explored her body; the soft fabric of her nightgown flowed through his fingers, brushing her skin as he slid it down, revealing her to his hungry and adoring gaze.
She had no courage to look at him, so she closed her eyes.
His hands draped her in sweet caresses, and his lips left the sweetness of her mouth and began a maddening exploration of her beauty.
More daring, his hands touched the perfect roundness of her breasts.
He groaned at the exquisite pleasure then greedily cupped the long-desired softness in his palms. He traced tantalising circles closer and closer to the pink centres, which hardened under his touch.
She moaned and begged for more, so his lips blazed a path along her neck, savouring her skin.
A trail of warm kisses encircled her breast until his lips finally closed upon the soft hardness and captured it. He heard her moans grow louder as her body quivered beneath him; her fingers were tightly entwined in his hair, pulling him closer to her as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
Never had he enjoyed a more gratifying sensation than when he taught her, showed her, offered her the complete pleasure a man can give his beloved.
Her body moved under his eager hands, yielding to them, surrendering to his thirst. He wanted to touch, to kiss, to taste every part of her body in those sweet moments before she became a woman—his woman—to keep her maidenly flavour forever in his mind and in his senses.
He whispered his desire to her, and her body shivered in torturous anticipation of his promise. With infinite and tender patience, his ardent love conquered and overwhelmed her. She allowed herself to be overcome by his passion and by her own desire.
Each part of her body begged for his touch while each part of her skin that had felt the exquisite torture of his lips, his tongue, and his fingers longed for their return.
He seemed to know her desires better than she did.
His hand slid with gentle determination to her thighs and rested upon them for an instant.
Then his fingers glided to part them with burning strokes, brushing along them tenderly, drawing all her senses to the place that was still aching for his touch.
His lips returned to her mouth, and hers joined them eagerly.
The kiss grew wilder, their tongues tantalising each other in sensual domination.
His fingers climbed to the warmth between her legs, to the only part of her body he had not yet conquered.
Countless chills ran throughout her body.
She moaned, and a scream escaped against his mouth as her legs gripped his hand.
Every stroke left her wanting more, every daring touch seemed to be the answer to the deepest need inside her.