His eyes were hungry, devouring her scantily clad body with a burning gaze. “I want to make love to you. I want you completely naked under my hands and mouth, the better to touch you and kiss every part of you. Will you allow that?”
Was he asking her for permission? “We are married. You can do as you please, my lord.”
“No. I want to do asyouplease. All I want is to pleasure you. To watch you come apart in my arms.”
Another shiver ran through her. Arousal and fear intermingled. “I-I don’t think I want to come apart.”
“No? We shall see.” He said with a wicked little smile as his hands continued caressing her. One trailed down her arm, while the other molded her leg over the coverlet, as if learning her shape.
His breathing had become deeper. If only she could see his eyes clearly. But the light was so dim.
“I just want you to know something,” He continued in that low, mesmerizing voice. “You are in control. All the time. If at any point I do something that is not to your liking, you must tell me and I’ll stop at once.”
She nodded because speech was beyond her at this point. The thoughtfulness of that simple statement melted her heart. It would be so easy to fall madly in love with this man. He was seducing her with words alone.
“Also... there’s one more thing.” He said this last almost sheepishly. “I don't want to be embraced. Nor will I disrobe completely in front of you.”
A part of her befuddled brain seemed to click into functioning at that. “W-what? Why?”
“I - just don’t. My body, my back especially, is not a pretty sight. I’m sparing you, really.”
He tried to make a joke of it with the last sentence, but it did not fool her. This was a deeply sensitive point for him. He had promised to follow her wishes and preferences when it came to lovemaking. She could do no less. Even if she didn’t agree with his assessment. She had seen his naked body, and she thought it was magnificent.
Even now, her hands ached to touch him. No! She wouldn’t be a shameless hussy. He was trying to respect her sensibilities as a lady, and she was thinking like a common whore. Men didn’t like that in their wives. Hadn’t she learned her lesson?
“All right. Is there any place where I can touch you?” Her voice came out breathy.
“Yes. Oh yes. If you want, you can touch me here.” He placed her open hand on his chest. Even through the silk of his robe, she could feel the hard muscles underneath. She gulped. He guided her hand lower, gliding it over his stomach. She could feel the solid ridges of his muscles before he brought it to rest against his member. Which was hard and hot and huge. “Or here.” He tightened his hand over hers, molding it against his raging cock. His heat scalded her palm, and she whimpered.
He let go. “If you want to, of course.”
“I-I think I want to.” Easy now. Show enthusiasm, but not too much eagerness. Don’t forget yourself. It is not befitting of a lady. She scolded herself. But he seemed pleased. Not at all put off. She breathed a sigh of relief.
“Good.” He gave her a little smile. “Enough talk for today, I think. Time to act.”
And without more preamble, he leaned over and took her lips in an all-consuming kiss.
It wasn’t like the kisses they had shared before. This kiss did not ask, cajole and persuade. This kiss invaded, conquered and claimed.
It started hot and openmouthed and only picked up steam from there. His mouth possessed hers with blatant urgency, his lips parted wide, enveloping and sucking at her lips until she parted them. He took immediate advantage, his tongue surging inside, tangling with her own and dragging it out to suck at it with explicit carnality.
She was so consumed by the kiss that she had not even noticed he had undone the laces of her negligee and dragged the lacy sleeves down until she felt his hands cupping her breasts. She gasped at the unexpected sensation and he made a crooning sound low in his throat.
His lips left hers, his nose dragging in a hot caress over her cheek. She arched into his hands, desperate for more stimulation, his hands over her breasts kept cupping, molding, as if learning their shape and texture, but remaining maddeningly elusive of the sensitive peaks.
“So perfect. So delicious.” He murmured in her ear as he bore her back onto the pillows and his thumbs flicked unexpectedly, briefly, over her nipples, before abandoning them again. She moaned, her hands coming to rest on top of his, trying to guide him back.
The impossible man just chuckled. “Patience, my dear. I intend to caress every inch of you.” He spoke against her neck as his mouth trailed openmouthed kisses down her throat, nipping at her neck, before soothing it with his tongue.
A pinch at her nipples, swift and hard, sent lightning pleasure to her core, and she jumped. “Colin.”
“Yes, say my name. I love my name on your lips.” And his tongue licked her lips as if to taste his name on them.
Soon he made her forget speech, when his head dipped and he sucked one breast, drawing it deep into his mouth. Sucking hard and insistent. He supported himself while his mouth tormented one nipple to exquisite pleasure, just short of pain, before releasing it and transferring his attention to the other.
Her body was betraying her. She realized with a jolt of panic. She couldn’t hold back. Her hands clenched on his hair, holding on to it, thrusting her breasts into his face, squirming against him in a frantic attempt to find relief. She was using him, moving his head, alternating between her nipples, and he was letting himself be led.
He was pulling hard at her nipples, sucking, biting, licking, rolling his tongue around the hard points until she thought she was going to reach her peak just from his attention to her breasts. The thought gave her pause. This was insanity. Much more intense than anything she had ever felt before. And he was just starting.
