Unable to stand still, she removed his tie pin, and then untied his cravat, pulling the long piece of linen off. Next, she unbuttoned his waistcoat, but she could not remove his jacket when he was unlacing her stays. Reaching behind her, she groped around until she found the buttons to his pantaloons, releasing them as her stays hit the floor.
He hissed sharply as his member sprang free into her hand.
“I never knew it was so soft.” Like the finest satin.
“Come pull my jacket sleeves. I should have worn a looser one. At least I don’t have to bother with my boots.”
Elizabeth had wondered why he’d worn pumps. Now she knew. “You planned this?”
“I prayed for this.” His voice was husky sounding as he stared at her. “Beautiful. I have never seen a woman as beautiful as you are.”
She could not stop herself from blushing and feeling embarrassed. But she stayed still as Geoffrey explored her with his hands and eyes. Lifting her breasts and slowly running his fingers to her waist and over the swell of her hips.
She gasped as he buried his hand between her legs. “You are already wet for me.”
Elizabeth had no doubt she was, but she wanted to touch him, too. “My turn.” Unable to resist, she spread her fingers through the soft, curly hairs. Indulging herself in the feel of the taut skin spread over his hard muscles. “This feels wonderful. I had no idea you had hair on your chest.”
“Many men do.”
Spearing her fingers through his chest hair, she found the flat disks that were his nipples. She scraped one of them lightly with her teeth before licking them, then gave the other nipple the same treatment.
Geoffrey’s muscles tightened as if he was having trouble holding himself still. Elizabeth moved her hands over his taut belly and reached his member, taking it into her hands. Again he groaned.
“You like this?”
“Yes. Just as you like when I stroke you between your legs.” She’d had no idea it was that sensitive.
“I need you.” He picked her up, kissing her as he placed her on the bed. “I wondered what color your nipples were. I have only seen them in the dark.”
“The same color as yours.” She grinned as she ran her nail over the one she could reach.
“I am trying to take this slowly,” he ground out. “And you are making it very difficult.”
“Should I apologize?” Even to herself, she sounded sultry.
“No. I adore that you want to touch me.”
Geoffrey slid down her, his sleek well-muscled body lighting fires where he touched her. Elizabeth thought she would die of pleasure as he licked first one tightly furled nipple then the other before sucking. The ache started at the apex of her thighs, and she rubbed against him, like a cat.
“Do not stop.” She tried to pull him back up and he chuckled when he released her breasts and moved his lips down over her stomach. Licking and nibbling as he went lower.
His broad shoulders spread her legs apart. Then he licked herthere. The sensation was so exquisite, her body lifted off the bed, but Geoffrey held her down. The aching tension was stronger than it had been even last night. If she didn’t come soon she was sure she would die of wanting.
He entered her with his finger. “Come for me, my sweet.”
Waves crashed over her as she convulsed around him. Then she felt his member at her entrance, nudging, and tried not to tense. She knew this part would hurt, but not for long. She had to remember that.
“Please forgive me.” Geoffrey kissed her. “There is no other way.”
“I know.” She was ready, Elizabeth told herself.
He deepened the kiss, and she tried to concentrate on tasting him until a sharp pain edged the pleasure aside. His hand moved between them and he rubbed the spot he’d rubbed last night. Soon desire spread through her and he moved thrusting inside her, and she wrapped her legs around him. This time when she came it was from even deeper inside, and she never wanted to let him go.
Chapter Twenty
Elizabeth contracted around Geoffrey, bringing him to completion, and knew he had died and gone to Heaven. It must be because she would be his wife that he experienced so much satisfaction mating with her. Nay, happiness. He did not ever remember wanting a woman as much as he wanted her. Strangely, he desired her even more now than before.
He had given a great deal of thought to what he could do to lessen the pain she would experience, and he hoped he had succeeded.
