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He rubbed her neck muscles, wanting to ease her tension.
Why did she have to be so very beautiful? Hair like flame. Skin smooth as silk. Trusting eyes. He kissed the base of her neck and flicked his tongue over the pulse beating wildly there.
She sighed, fitting herself more firmly against him.
Too much fabric between them. Remove skirts and petticoats. She flung her spectacles onto the bedside table, eagerly returning to his embrace.
Linger on the silken ribbons of her garters. Trail his fingers along her inner thighs and listen to her breath catch. Watch her eyes close as firelight flickered across her face.
Touch her sex with the tip of his finger, gently opening her, reveling in her wet heat. Sinking his finger inside to the knuckle.
He could deny her nothing. He would give her everything.
Including his heart.
He removed all of her clothing, and his, until they were naked together. He stroked his hands all over her, everywhere he wanted to roam.
No area forbidden. No signposts warning him away. They would find their way together through this uncharted territory.
The curve of her belly, and the soft hair between her legs, a mahogany reddish color, not as fiery as her head.
Holding her gaze as he dipped his fingers inside her wet heat.
He built kiss upon kiss, guiding her toward ecstasy.
He loved the halo of coppery curls spread against the white sheets. Those rosy-tipped nipples begging for his lips again, cheeks flushed and eyes lit by desire.
Take. Drink deep. Give.
Starry sky over the prow of a ship. Journey into the unknown.
He kept his fingers inside her as he kissed her breasts, and moved lower, shifting down the bed until he could taste her again.
She held still, tensing, as he lapped at her sex softly and slowly. He used his free hand to stroke her belly, quieting the muscles there.
She relaxed against the bed, giving herself to the pleasure.
Hearing her soft moans and feeling her clench around him as she climaxed gave him an intense pleasure. After her crisis she lay limply against the bed. His cock throbbed.
She opened her eyes.
“Still want ravishing?” he asked.
“Very much so.”
Tongue to tongue, hot blood now, fire in his veins. He shifted his weight onto his hands. He pushed forward gently, pausing to give her time to adjust, listening intently for any cry of displeasure, of pain.
When he was fully buried inside her, he began to move, rocking deeper. It was everything he’d imagined.
“Beatrice, it feels so good. I never want to leave.” He splayed her thighs wider and reached beneath them to cup her firm little bottom with his palms, guiding her into his rhythm.
“Then don’t, Ford. Don’t leave.” She kissed him fiercely and held on to his neck, right there with him, matching his movements. It was too much. Pleasure built and clamored for release and he slowed a moment, prolonging the sensation.
Her arms twined around his neck, their sweat mingled, her hair damp and spiraling around her face. Breasts crushed beneath his chest, cushioning him, pleasure building in his bollocks.
All of this was familiar.
All of this he knew, and knew well.
