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Softly, he started to lift her nightgown, revealing her naked flesh. Something told her that she should be embarrassed, but there was no such sensation in her mind. She had forgotten all about such things. She could not think about anything else but him right now and his hands upon her. She was neither embarrassed, nor nervous, which was what she thought she would be. Surprisingly, there was no hesitation in her. She knew she wantedthis. She wantedhim. She wanted to give herself to him, and there was nothing more natural than this feeling.
He pulled away, ending their kiss, only to yank his nightshirt over his head and throw it into some forgotten corner of the chamber. She watched him in life size, as their gazes locked. She could not take her eyes off of his Adonis-like body, off of his manhood which stood erect, pointing right at her. Her eyes glistened, wide with yearning and disbelief. She was hungry for him. So hungry. She could understand that now. That sensation had been growing inside of her all this time, and now she had to give into it.
Gently, he did the same to her nightgown, pulling it up, over her head. Then, he softly caressed her upper arms with the tips of his fingers, adjusting himself on top of her, spreading her legs with his knee. They were a perfect fit like this.
"I dreamed of this," she heard him say, as he lowered his lips to her neck, kissing her tenderly, reverently almost. She expected him to be an aggressive lover, a demanding one, but instead she found him to be a lover in the real sense of the word.
"Me, too," she dared to admit, gasping when his hand cupped her breast. His thumb started to stroke her nipple, flicking over it tantalizingly.
She would only ever admit it to herself, but when she touched her own breasts, the sensation was pleasant. Now whenhedid it, it felt so different, so much more sensual. It was completely unlike her own hands. It was beyond words. Her nipples hardened under his touch. Her entire body felt what he was doing to her, desire coursing through her veins and heat pooling between her thighs.
"Do you like it when I do this?" he asked, lowering his lips to her nipple now, taking all of it into his mouth and sucking it, with that wet sound echoing all around them. All she could do was moan in response.
Instinctively, she reached for his hair, raking her fingers through it. She could not keep her hands off of him.
"Mhm," she managed to moan again, with her eyes closed, relying solely on the way his mouth felt on her skin. Hearing this made him suck even harder. The heat of his mouth was unbearable. The unforgivable lash of his tongue was enough to bring her to the brink of an edge she had never felt before, not even when she dared to touch herself in the privacy of her own chamber. Nothing could have prepared her for this.
She had only read about these sensations, and sometimes wondered whether she would ever get the chance to feel any of them. Now it seemed Edward wanted to show her all of it. His other hand slowly slid down her belly, and between her thighs. His fingers coaxed her mound tenderly. She felt it like a soft tickle and almost giggled out loud. Everything that he did awakened all of her senses. His very presence would have been enough, but he added his tongue, his lips, his fingers.
She gasped when his finger parted her wet folds, the place where all of her forbidden desires were concealed. He continued to stroke the place lovingly, making wet circles, only to part her again, all the while his tongue was licking her nipple, then blowing hot air at it.
What a wicked, wicked man, she thought to herself. All the things he knew... he could make her explode in an instant, but he was deliberately taking his time.
"You are so wet for me, Leah," he whispered against her skin, as his finger slid slightly inside, making her gasp again. She felt as if her entire body was on fire, his fingers swirling over her swollen nub. He was now using all of his fingers to stroke her wettest place, like a musician playing the finest instrument.
Heat kept building up inside of her, faster and faster, until a familiar but at the same time a completely new sensation took over. Something inside of her exploded. Heat unfurled between her thighs. Her entire body stiffened. It was bliss. Sheer and utter bliss. There was no other way to explain it, to describe it. Breathing had become difficult, as if something was sitting right on her chest.
She closed her eyes, allowing this sensation to wash over her, her mind relinquishing control. Just as she thought it was finished, his finger slid inside of her, a slow, cautious penetration that only seemed to bring even more pleasure. She opened her eyes wide, to meet his. She cupped his face with her hands bringing him to her, kissing him senselessly, as if her life depended on it.
As they were kissing, she could feel his manhood pressing against her entrance. When he pulled away, she knew it was time. She had only ever read about it. She only had one chance for making the first time perfect. It had to be perfect. It just had to.
He looked at her, his deep brown eyes demanding her to surrender everything. She would gladly do it. She watched him breathe heavily, his lips parted, just a hint of a smile. He was never more handsome than at this very moment, as he leaned over her, ready to enter her.
"Are you ready?" she heard him ask tenderly. "It might hurt a little, so do tell me if you wish me to stop."
She instantly shook her head. She could not imagine herself telling him to stop. "No... do not stop... ever–"
Their foreheads locked, his tongue slid into her mouth, exploring more deeply, more passionately this time. She knew what was to come. She knew it and she welcomed it. He sank inside of her, thrusting into her. He was right. She could feel a slight hint of pain, but there was so much more than mere pain. There was pleasure, there was delight, there was bliss.
Everything had changed in an instant. She was not the Leah she was a moment ago. He had turned her into a woman, arealwoman. All the colors had become brighter. The world dissolved around them, leaving them as the only two people in the world. Just the two of them, no one else.
Her body knew exactly what it needed to do. He thrust again and again, as her hips bucked upward to meet him. He was even deeper inside of her now, releasing all of his pent-up desire. He was sliding into her following a rhythm only the two of them could hear. The sensation threatened to undo her. She gripped at him, unwilling to let go of him now or ever again.
It took her only a few moments to feel that same bliss again, as she moaned against his lips. It was an even stronger feeling of ecstasy than before, leaving her trembling and completely exhausted. Following her release, he moved faster now, completely losing control, only to pull out. She felt a spray of something hot and sticky on her thigh, then his groan and him rolling to the side, next to her.
They were both breathing heavily, unable to say a word. Then again, no words were necessary. Their thundering hearts were doing more talking than mere words ever could. She closed her eyes and sleep immediately took over. When she woke up, it was still the middle of the night. She turned to the side only to see Edward asleep next to her, his arm outstretched.
She smiled, moving closer to him and putting her head on his shoulder. He smelled like a man ought to smell, of dreams and protection.
CHAPTER21
"Do you think he will tell us what he knows?" Leah wondered the following day, as she and Edward waited in his study for the butler to arrive.
The previous night was a wondrous one. They woke up next to each other, and made love again, as the morning sun oozed through the window. Leah told him that she wouldn't mind waking up to that every morning for the rest of their lives. He laughed at her comment, saying it was more than possible. Then, reality fell upon them, breaking the spell.
Actually, the spell was still there. She could see it in the way he would steal a glance at her when he thought she wasn't looking. She had to admit that she was doing the same thing, her mind replaying scenes from the previous night, how he kissed her, how he made love to her, how he made her wild and crazy.
But now was not the time to think about that. Perhaps in the evening, he would pull her close to him once again and his lips would–
