Only the stars witnessed their kiss in the secret garden.
He slipped his tongue past her lips and deepened the kiss. The gown she wore was thinner than the others, and the warmth of her body easily reached his skin. He caressed her breast. She drew in a deep breath as he teased her nipple with his thumb.
Her legs spread wide, allowing him to nestle between them. He held himself up not to crush her, but he had to feel her skin. A battle started as they fought to unbutton, untie, and strip each other’s clothes. The sound of a piece of fabric being ripped came, but he had no idea if it was his shirt or her skirt.
Garments were pushed aside none too gently by impatient hands. Sighs and moans mingled with heat and breath. The more he got undressed, the more his temperature rose. Then the bliss of feeling her smooth, naked skin against him stopped time.
He stilled to savour the sensation of her breasts against his chest, her leg around his hip, and her black eyes filled with awe and starlight.
They stroked each other slowly without necessarily meaning a tumble. It was a slow exploration to simply enjoy touching. He kissed her neck, and she reclined her head. A shiver pebbled her skin when he closed his mouth around her nipple and sucked gently.
He slid a hand between them to find her wet. Her hips rocked and ground against him. He drew circles, rubbing her while scattering kisses on her skin.
He pushed her legs further apart. The slit of her drawers parted and showed him all her beauty. She gasped when he ran his tongue over her. Incoherent words came out of her as he kissed her deeply, tasting her wetness. She writhed under his tongue, and he had to hold her hips still to deepen the kiss. Her release came with one of her shouts. He loved it when she shouted.
He loved hearing her wild and unrestrained, and he loved that he was the reason for her pleasure. When she sagged on the blanket, he made his way up her body. She was stunning in the soft light from the lantern and the starlight kissing her skin. She gripped him and urged him inside her.
He undid the falls of his trousers. Then it was sheer bliss. She was silk and velvet all around him. He started moving in and out of her, watching her biting her bottom lip. He felt that bite on his skin. They found their release together and held each other, sharing their breath. He lay next to her.
“It was perfect,” she whispered.
Right then, a bright, large shooting star crossed the sky, and he had only one wish—that she was happy.
