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He kissed the side of her head, hands skimming along her naked body. “Your so lovely.” His hands cupped her breasts, and she leaned back against him as his thumbs gently ran over her taught nipples, thighs pressing together against the pleasant ache between her legs. He nibbled on her earlobe. “Don’t close them.”
Breath quickening at the request, she parted her legs as his hand slid downwards. She bit her lip with a small whimper as he teased her slick folds, fingers sliding over her swollen nub and sending jolts of sharp heat into her. She squirmed her hips against his ministrations, moaning as he stroked her more brusquely. “Oh, God, Nathan.”
He wrapped his other arm around her waist in reply, holding her in place as his fingers continued sliding roughly over her center. “Yes, my love, come on my hand.”
Her head fell back as a delicious pressure built to an almost intolerable level. A sudden white hot pulse exploded with her center, and Nathan's mouth covered hers as she cried out from the force of it. His hand massaged her through the final waves of release, wringing every last pinprick of pleasure before slipping from between her legs and gently stroking her hip. Arabella tuned around in his arms, resting her head against his chest as her body calmed into a haze of satisfaction. His erection pressed into her abdomen, and the reminder of his own arousal stirred her once more. “Its hardly fair that I am the only one undressed, don’t you think?” she said, looking up at him.
His eyes were hazy with lust, mouth quirking with a lazy grin. He rubbed her cheek. “Get in bed, and I’ll join you shortly.”
“Alright,” she said, grasping his arm to kiss the side of his wrist. “But don’t take too long.”
“Aren’t you forward?” he replied, and began undoing his cravat.
Arabella herself wasn’t sure where this bravado of hers was coming from, but she preferred it over crumpling in a shy, embarrassed heap as her mind was screaming at her to do. Before those nerves could win out, she sauntered over to the bed and sat on the edge. Every sound of his shuffling clothes reverberated in her ears, and she busied herself with removing her stockings to keep her pounding heart in check. After scooting backwards to lie on the bed, Arabella sat up on her elbows and braved a look at her betrothed as he tossed the rest of his clothes off and stood proudly before her. Her gaze trailed from his handsome face, down a well-muscled chest, and lean hips. She glanced away from his jutting manhood with a heavy blush.
“Do I please you?” he teased with an arrogant smirk.
She flopped on her back with a giggle, the loose combs shifting in her hair. “Is that even a question?”
“I certainly hope not,” he replied, his voice lowering to a sultry baritone. His footsteps padded across the room, and she held her breath as the bed sunk with his weight. She held out her arms and spread her legs as he approached and settled himself in her embrace. Nathan kissed her temple, cheek, and finally her lips, tangling his tongue leisurely with hers and moving his hand between them to gently rub her sex once more. She sighed into his mouth as the ache returned, before gripping the counterpane as the fingers were replaced by the head of his manhood. He pulled his head back, bracing one arm next to her head and pushing into her. Arabella clutched his shoulders, wincing at the mild burn as he filled her completely.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he said, his eyes never leaving her face as she did so. After a moment, the discomfort subsided, and she felt only a slick, delicious friction as he moved within her. She rolled her hips to meet him with a low moan, tightening her thighs around his hips in a silent plea to continue. He buried his head into her neck, moving in a steady, firm rhythm that had her gasping and panting into his shoulder as the pleasure built anew, his own moans in her ear only bringing her closer to the brink. She came with a warm, pulsing throb, running frantic fingers through his hair and letting a breathless cry. He followed her with a low groan, burying his face into her neck and stilling. His weight fell atop her, and she basked in the cozy warmth of his body flush against hers. After a few minutes, he rolled away, and Arabella snuggled up to him, splaying a possessive hand over his bare chest as his arm wrapped around her waist. “That was better than dancing.”
He huffed out a breathless laugh and kissed the crown of her head. “It tends to be, yes.” His other hand reached out and began gently pulling the combs from her hair.
“It’s a disaster, isn’t it?” Arabella mused.
“Well, you aren’t going back downstairs, that’s for sure.”
She made herself more comfortable against his side. “That’s fine by me. For all they know, I’ve pled a headache and spent the rest of the night holed up in my room.”
He rose an eyebrow. “Will they really believe that?”
She shrugged. “The headache? No. But avoiding balls is expected of a prickly wallflower like me.”
“You are not a prickly wallflower,” he replied sternly. “Not anymore.”
Arabella looked up at Nathan’s face, chest fluttering at the open love in his gaze. “No,” she replied with a small smile. “I suppose not.”
