She was hardly aware of his fingers sliding under her back and undoing the buttons of her dress until he broke their kiss to tug the sleeves from her arms.
In a blur of lips and arms and touches, the rest of her clothing came off, landing in a heap on the floor.
He’d stripped down to nothing but his breeches.Her hands roved over his back, chest, and arms.
Not a hero… Ridiculous.
As she traced the deep lines of his arms, she wondered what woman wouldn’t think of this man as her knight in shining armor…
* * *
Wyatt was drowningin a sea of pleasure and he never wished to find land again.
Priscilla’s arms were twined around his neck, the velvet of her skin rubbing his in the right ways.
He ran a hand over her breast and down the flat of her soft belly, wishing he could kiss the same trail.
But need throbbed through him, tired of being denied.Priscilla cradled him between her legs, their bare chests pressed together.
He still wore his breeches and he fumbled with the buttons, wishing to remove the last layer between them.
Priscilla’s fingers traced the lines of his back, the light skimming of her touch only adding to the urgency he felt as he finally managed to get enough of the falls undone that he could tug the clothing down over his hips.
When his staff sprang free, it landed in the soft folds of her waiting sex, making him groan in pleasure.
Her eyes grew wider as she stared up at him, their eyes locking.“Oh.”
What had she realized?He wanted to ask but words failed him as the tip sunk into her waiting warmth.“Priscilla,” he ground out, his teeth clenched.“I’ll go slow…”
In response, she held him tighter, pressing their bodies closer together.“It’s all right.I’m ready.”
He took her at her word, giving a quick thrust, breaking her maidenhead and seating himself inside her.
He groaned in pleasure, gathering her closer to his chest as she stiffened in pain.He rested on his elbows as one of his hands cradled her head in his palm.“Are you all right, love?”
“Yes,” she gasped.“I think so.It hurt.”
“I know,” he answered, sprinkling kisses along her brow.Much as he wanted to move, he held still, allowing her time to adjust.“I’m sorry for that.”
She shook her head as he slowly pulled out and then pushed back in, stopping as she winced.
His arms shook with the effort of control, but finally, he was able to slide out and push back in without a visible sign of pain from Priscilla.With that, he began to methodically move, keeping his pace measured and his touch light.
Much as he’d been craving this release, he wanted her to be comfortable, happy in his arms.
More than anything, he wished for that.
But as he moved into her again and again, his vision blurred, his intentions nearly giving way to his desire.But still, he held back.
This was her first experience and he’d make certain she remembered it without fear.
Even with his lighter pace, his finish barreled closer, threatening to overcome him.He’d never wanted something more and here she was, cradled in his arms.
His wife.Priscilla.
He kissed her again, their mouths melding together as his finish overtook him, racking through him with a force that took his breath.
Her arms tightened about him, holding him even closer as he pressed into her, the tension that tightened his body gone.
