itself, letting her lips linger there to enjoy the novel sensation.
Muttering something that was at least half groan, he reached up to the unseen fastenings of her dress and tugged once. It slipped down her shoulders to her elbows, revealing some weird corsetry that he began to unfasten at her back, hook by hook. His gaze never left hers, and suddenly it was unspeakably exciting to feel his fingers working at her back, knowing that any moment, she’d be naked. Greatly daring, she traced one finger down the central line of his chest to the waistband of his trousers. She unfastened the buttons there and kept going, revealing the fine line of hair that ran from his belly button into his shorts.
She paused. The full length of his erection lay thick and hard over his flat stomach. She laid her hand over it, and he exhaled as if he’d been holding his breath for ages. She liked the feel of it, hot, ridged, enticing; she yearned to see it.
But she hesitated, suddenly unsure. A thread of panic brushed through her, threatening her with memory. But he seemed to read her mind and obligingly shoved his trousers and underwear down over his hips.
Her breath caught. He took her hand, and, under her widening eyes, he kissed her fingers and palm and then placed them over his naked cock. She swallowed. The skin felt so soft over all that steely hardness, so amazingly hot under her hand. She closed her fingers around the shaft, and he smiled at her.
“Oh yes,” he approved softly, and then, swiftly, he sat up and rolled her under him, and there was no dress, no corset between them. A quick scuffle of his feet, and the last of his own troublesome clothes vanished too. His hand closed over one breast, softly, tenderly caressing. Slowly, oh so arousingly, he lowered his gaze from her eyes to her uncovered breast.
“Fuck,” he said huskily. “I knew you’d be beautiful all over. But your breast is like…” As if he ran out of words, he lowered his head and took her nipple reverently between his lips. The pleasure was exquisite, especially when his lips moved in the sweetest caress she’d ever imagined, gently rolling and tugging.
She closed her eyes, never wanting it to stop. And it seemed he was in no hurry, for he kissed her nipple for a long, long time while his hand kneaded the other, doubling her pleasure. His leg, long and muscled, stretched over both of hers, and he moved it caressingly until he shifted position and lay instead between her thighs.
She gasped, her eyes flying open, because although he’d lain there before, they’d both been dressed, and it was very different now. Warm, naked flesh lay against hers. His cock slid between her thighs, and she felt herself contract in need and longing. She was so wet down there, so anxious it almost frightened her. Almost. Always, it seemed, he kept her tension just on the right side of fear.
He kissed her mouth, shifting again so that he no longer lay right over her. She gave a mewl of loss, which made him smile against her lips. Her hips arched upward, looking for comfort, and found his hand. That felt good too, as he held her, cupping her pussy.
She kissed him back with all the passion and yearning she knew, and then his fingers began to move, working their way through her curls and folds to her clitoris. She moaned into his mouth, and he lifted his head just a little.
“Oh, you want me,” he whispered, bathing his fingers in her wetness, spreading it all over her clitoris and slowly, gently caressing. “You want me too.”
She nodded. She had no words for this. If he’d stopped for any reason, if anything or anyone had come between them, she’d have screamed.
“I’ll make you happy,” he promised and returned to her mouth, slipping his tongue over her lips and inside to dance with hers. His fingers stroked her breast, pulling and flicking at her nipple while his other hand softly manipulated her clitoris. Her hips lifted off the bed without permission, circling, responding to the rhythm of his caresses, until he slid one finger inside her, and she cried out.
“Shh-shh,” he whispered and stroked her clitoris some more. How could something be so soothing and so unbearably arousing at the same time? She’d bear any tension, any uncertainty, or even discomfort, just for this astounding, ever-growing pleasure suffusing