Promised to the Swedish Prince - Sasha Cottman Page 0,57

ragged breath was the only sound in the room as he tugged the top of the gown slightly open. He touched the skin between her breasts. As his fingers splayed over her bare flesh, her nipples peaked.

With a groan, Christian took hold of either side of Erika’s gown and ripped it open. She gasped as the chill night air kissed her heated skin. He dropped to his knees, pulling the gown down with him. “Is this the moment when I give thanks to every Nordic god that you haven’t taken up the English habit of wearing all those undergarments? That you dress in the deliciously tempting French manner?”

He gazed from her shoes to her stockings, to the rest of her naked body. A salacious smile fixed to his face.

“Now where to begin?” he pondered out loud as he knelt before her. “Ah, yes, here will do nicely.”

Cupping one of her breasts, he brought his mouth to the hard nipple and nipped at it. She shuddered at the sensation. The books hadn’t ever mentioned that happening.

His lips returned and he drew her tight bud into his mouth and sucked hard. Heat pooled in her loins. When his hand went to her other breast and tweaked her nipple, she whimpered. She had never imagined sex could be this good. And they were nowhere near the main event.

Erika was fast becoming a quivering mess when Christian finally released her breasts from his attentions. She went to take a step back, assuming he would want her on the bed, but he put his hands around her hips and drew her to him once more. If he was going to continue to torture her nipples, she wasn’t sure she could handle much more.

When he sunk down and speared his tongue into her heated sex, Erika’s thoughts went into a scramble. It was all she could do to place her hands on his shoulders and hold on in an effort to remain standing. He worked the tip of his tongue over her sensitive bud, rolling it around and around, then flicking up. She sobbed, completely at his mercy.

Erika’s breathing grew shallower with his every attention. She moaned with need as he licked, sucked and teased. Any moment now, she was going to explode.

He placed one last kiss on the tip of her swollen sex, then sat back on his haunches. His smile reminded her of a cat that got the cream—deeply satisfied.

Christian got to his feet and towed Erika toward the bed. He sat her down. Held enraptured, she enjoyed the seductive sight of him quickly dispensing with most of his clothes.

When he finally came back to her, he was clad only in his trousers. “This was supposed to happen on our wedding night. And I have fantasized many times about watching you remove this last piece of clothing, unwrapping my special gift of love to you.”

She sat forward on the bed and lay her fingers on the top button of the placket of his trousers. With a sure heart and determination, she freed it from the buttonhole. Her attention shifted to the middle button.

“Oh,” she gasped as his erection sprang free.

For a moment she simply sat and stared, unsure of what to do. He was long and thick. Should she touch it gently? Or do as some of her married friends had advised and grasp it firmly and run her hand up and down?

Christian bent and kissed her lips. “Don’t be afraid. I know what to do.” He took her hand and placed it over his cock, groaning as she stroked him.

This part she did remember hearing in great detail while sitting in the back of a ladies retiring room at a ball earlier in the year. English girls might well be polite in public, but they did like to discuss sex. “Is that good?” she asked.

“You have no idea,” he replied, breathlessly.

She continued to hold him, stroking the length of his engorged shaft before pulling gently on the underside of the head. He grew harder as his breathing came in ever-increasing gasps.

“Enough. I don’t think I can last if you keep going.” He brushed her fingers away from his manhood, giving her another long deep kiss.

Erika took that as her reward for a job well done. It was encouraging. It meant he liked her caressing him, enjoyed the way she gave him pleasure. All good signs for a long and happy life of sharing the marital bed.

“Lie back for me,” he said.

Erika moved over