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He chuckled against her neck and reached down to the hem of her dress. As his hand slid up her leg, she shivered, until his warm fingers found their way between her folds. She gasped when his fingers entered her, sending tingling sensations through her that she had never experienced. Feeling her legs grow even weaker, she grasped his shoulder with her other hand for strength.
Her fingers wrapped more tightly around his shaft, feeling his pulse just under his skin. As his fingers caressed the secret spot within her, she could feel dampness on him, as well.
“Lydia,” he whispered. “I want to have you -”
She pressed her forehead against his, closing her eyes as she pressed her mound into his hand.
“I want you as well,” she assured him, feeling like she could not bear the ache any longer. “But -”
“You do not wish to be ruined,” he assumed.
He pushed her away from him for just a moment, pressing away from the desk. Taking her waist, he directed her toward the desk, picking her up to set her on it. One hand reached down to pull the hem of her dress up over her thighs while the other pushed her knees apart.
“If I cannot have you,” he whispered. “At least let me show you what pleasure feels like.”
She tilted her chin up towards him and he lowered his mouth to hers. Slipping his hand against her slit, he massaged her nub, making her close her eyes to enjoy the feeling. When his fingers entered her, she cried out in pleasure. Overwhelmed by the sensation, she dropped her head back and Michael moved his mouth to her neck.
“Michael,” she pleaded.
“Do you need more?” he asked.
She nodded headily. “Yes, please.”
She wanted more of him but did not know how to tell him, what to explain to reach the ache that she felt. She just wanted him, anywhere and everywhere.
As though he could read the thoughts in her mind that she had not yet even thought of herself, he lowered himself to his knees between her legs. She looked down to him in shock as he placed his mouth on her mound, using his tongue to circle her nub. She gasped in surprise at the feeling, how wonderful it felt to have his warm, soft mouth on her most private of places.
A sensation built within her - growing and growing. She had never experienced anything similar and was overwhelmed by it. She thought she would explode if he kept with his attentions. Yet, she could not help but press herself against him, hoping to find relief.
Just when she thought that she would tell him to stop or squirm away from his hand, a cascade washed between her legs, a great release like nothing she had ever known. She cried out, only for Michael to laugh, shushing her as he stood, wiping his mouth.
“Good girl,” he whispered, pulling her against him and cradling her head against his chest. “Your first time, too.”
He let her relish it for just a moment and as the pulses abated, holding her against him. She felt her head slowly clearing, returning to the reality that she was sitting on a desk in his study.
“Is it always like this?” she asked him, softly.
“It can be,” he chuckled.
She ran her fingers down his chest. “I had no idea that one could feel such pleasure.”
He held her close with a lopsided smile. “My rakish fiancée, how dare you be so scandalous.”
“Am I terribly wicked for letting you do that?” she asked.
He kissed her cheek and neck again, making her close her eyes and relax into his arms. “Very wicked indeed. Though, I would not have you any other way.”
She laughed, feeling pleased with his answer.
“Would you let me do that again?” he asked. “I must confess, my lady, that I very much enjoyed making you shudder in ecstasy.”
“I would,” she told him, lifting her face up to his. “I do believe I enjoyed that. And there is so much I want to learn.”
He grasped her waist, pulling her against him. “What else would you like to learn?”
“I haven’t the slightest clue,” she laughed, grasping his lapels. “But I imagine you do.”
When he kissed her mouth again, she could tell that the dynamic between them had shifted. Where their previous kisses had been scandalous, dangerous, and tempting, his kiss had turned sensual and knowing, a yearning for a continuation rather than a beginning.
