“Goodness, Royston.” She rushed to him, which was the most spectacular view he’d ever been lucky enough to see.
As she ran, the diaphanous fabric clung to her body, and her hair floated around, making her look like a forest nymph.
“Are you all right?” She put a hand on his chest.
“Yes… I mean, ouch.”
“Where are you hurt?”
He pointed at his lips. “A kiss to make it better?”
She smiled. “You scoundrel.”
The moment she leant closer to kiss him, he captured her nape and pressed his mouth against hers. Finally.
As he devoured her mouth, all his need for her burst out. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself and stroked her. The fabric created a delicious, silky friction. Her warmth reached his eager palms through the fabric. He rolled her nipples until she moaned and pinched them hard to hear her moaning louder.
He drew one into his mouth with the fabric and all, smiling as it hardened and lengthened further.
“Royston.” She reclined her head and fell back on the bed.
He took advantage of that by stretching on top of her. The delicate straps of her nightgown didn’t oppose any resistance when he slid them off her shoulders. He gently pulled down the fabric to reveal her lovely breasts.
As he tongued her again, this time without barriers, he slid a hand between her thighs to find her wet and ready.
Her response was immediate. She spread her legs wide. He rubbed her but lifted his head from her breast to stare at her. She was a glorious sight, all flushed, lips glistening, and eyes half-closed. Her scream was as loud as ever when she found her release.
“Please.” She urged him on.
Despite his raging desire, he went slowly because he wanted to savour every moment with her. This time he didn’t rush. He inched inside her, watching her reactions. He paused to kiss her and brush a curl from her face. He took his time.
When they found their release together, it wasn’t simply a temporary pleasure. It was a soul-binding moment, a solemn oath shared between them.
