With expert fingers, he quickly undid each button. It was apparent she was not the first woman he had undressed, but she would not think of that now. She would just surrender to the excitement pulsing through her and focus on the awareness that this intoxicating, handsome and oh, so desirable man was about to make love to her.
He pushed the top of her blouse off her shoulders and lightly kissed each one, then undid the buttons of her skirt and it dropped to the ground in a heap of fabric.
She stepped out of it and was now standing in front of him, dressed only in her undergarments. Part of her wanted to ask for her clothes back, to cover herself up, worried that he might not find her as attractive as the other women he had taken to his bed, but as he gave no sign that he was disappointed with what he saw, she continued to be bold.
‘Turn around,’ he murmured and she did as he commanded. His fingers pulled at the laces of her corset and that too was expertly removed.
‘Lift your arms,’ he whispered in her ear. She did as he asked. In one swift movement he pulled her chemise over her head and tossed it to the side, tucked his fingers into the edge of her drawers and pushed them over her hips.
She gasped in a breath as his hand lightly stroked over her naked buttocks.
‘Beautiful,’ he murmured, close to her ear. ‘Turn around. I want to look at you.’
Her heart beating at a furious pitch, she turned to face him, resisting the impulse to place her hands over her breasts to guard them from his view.
His gaze slowly moved over her body. ‘You are so beautiful,’ he said, the raw desire in his eyes removing all doubt. He wanted her, he had to have her, and with him looking at her in that way, with such hunger, she did feel like a beautiful, desirable woman.
He continued to admire her, as if savouring the sight. The beating of her heart intensified, throbbing through her entire body with wild anticipation as she waited for him to act, to show her what he wanted and what he expected her to do.
He reached behind her head and pulled out the clips holding her bun in place, then tousled her hair around her shoulders. ‘You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined you like this,’ he said, curling one lock around her breast, his hand lightly caressing the nipple.
She gasped as desire shot through her.
‘Touch me,’ she murmured in an unrecognisable voice. ‘Touch my breasts.’
When his hands cupped both breasts, his thumbs stroking the now tight, sensitive buds, she was sure she would melt with pleasure. This was what she’d imagined him doing when she was lying awake on their wedding night, this was what had caused her to gasp out. And now her fantasy was a reality.
‘Yes,’ she murmured, closing her eyes. ‘Oh, yes,’ she gasped out again, as his stroking fingers sent waves of heat pulsing through her.
His lips found hers again, kissing her so hard it was as if he wanted to devour her, and that was what she wanted—for him to consume her and to satisfy her furious demand for him.
Still kissing her, he scooped her up into his arms, carried her across the room and placed her in the middle of the bed. His eyes never leaving hers, he ripped at the buttons of his shirt. His naked chest was exposed to her, and she lay back, drinking in the beauty of his sculpted muscles. She really had been right when she’d thought to sketch him as a statue of a Greek god. Every muscle of his chest was hard and delineated, just like a marble sculpture. That was what she had felt under his clothing and soon she would feel those naked muscles pressed against her own naked skin.
He pulled off his trousers and tossed them to one side. Her breath caught in her throat. She’d seen naked male statues before, but that had not prepared her for the reality.
‘It’s rather big, isn’t it?’ she asked, looking from the body part in question, standing strong and proud before her, up to his eyes then back again. ‘And so hard?’
He laughed. ‘You really know how to flatter a man, don’t you,’ he said, joining her on the bed. ‘But I promise I will be gentle, and if I hurt you at any time, tell me and I’ll stop.’
Margaret doubted anything he could do would hurt her and her body was so desperate for his touch she was certain she would be incapable of stopping him from doing anything he wanted, but she nodded her agreement and lay back on the bed, just as her mother had instructed, and waited for him to do what was required.
He lay alongside her, his body close, and traced a line from her cheek, down her neck and across the mounds of her breasts. ‘I knew you’d be beautiful, but I never thought your body would be this captivating,’ he said, before leaning over and kissing each waiting nipple.
That was something she had not fantasised about, had not imagined he would do, but, by God, it felt good. His tongue swirled around the tight peaks, sending the hot, throbbing intensity inside her to surge ever higher.
‘Yes, yes,’ she gasped out repeatedly in rhythm with his tormenting tongue.
A reckless need possessed her and she wrapped her hands around his head, holding him to her breast. He continued to nuzzle and suck while his hand cupped her other breast, the surging intensity inside rising higher and higher with each stroke of his tongue and fingers until she was certain she could take no more.
His lips left her breast and he lifted himself up onto one elbow. ‘I want to watch you when you peak,’ he murmured as his caressing hand moved over the mound of her stomach towards her most intimate place. ‘Part your legs,’ he said quietly.
Without hesitation, she did as he asked. Her hunger for his touch was so fierce, how could she do anything other than what he asked? Still holding her eyes with his, his hand moved between her legs, lightly running along the folds and parting her.
Unable to breathe, she looked up at him in appeal, not knowing what he wanted of her, what she should be doing.
‘Don’t worry,’ he said, before lightly kissing her lips. ‘If I do anything you don’t like, tell me. I want this to be about your pleasure.’
She nodded, still slightly unsure about what was happening but trusting him entirely, and certain he knew how to do what he’d promised—give her pleasure.
