Page 84 of Almost a Bride
She hadn’t felt he’d rushed the first time he’d made love to her, but her protests died when he closed his mouth over her nipple and suckled her.
A fierce burst of pleasure spread out through her, and she stiffened beneath him. Over and over he licked and kissed her, until her body moved restlessly, no longer obeying her. He turned to her other breast, and with a moan, she ran her fingers through his soft hair and held him to her.
His free hand caressed her hips, her thighs. When he parted her knees, she thought he would rise above her, but instead his fingers teased the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, moving nearer, nearer to the center of her, until her body quivered with excitement and longing and uncertainty.
Suddenly his fingers slid into the curls between her thighs, and she stiffened at the wave of passion that shimmered through her body.
“Easy,” he murmured against her breast. “You’ll enjoy this.”
Their gazes met, and his was filled with the knowledge of what he could make her feel, if only she’d let him. She relaxed, and was rewarded with the most exquisite feelings of pleasure as he began to stroke her, his fingers sinking inside her, then moving out again to circle and tease and press.
Roselyn felt the buildup of such a mindless, driving urgency that she was drowning in it, overwhelmed. Every caress of his tongue against her nipples, every probe of his fingers between her thighs, made her feel ever more desperate, ever more tense, until suddenly everything she was seemed to come apart in the most wonderful sensation of all. Only afterward, when she was trembling and sated, did she open her eyes.
Spencer’s forearm rested against her chest, and his chin rested on that. His smile held warmth and humor and something else, something so soft and genuine she was afraid to think about it.
She blushed. “That was—that was…”
“Your first real experience with lovemaking,” he said softly, giving her a crooked grin.
“I hadn’t thought so, but…I guess you’re right. I didn’t know I could—feel that way.”
“MightIfeel that way now?” he asked, his voice growing husky.
She smiled and put her arms around him. “Oh yes, please.”
But instead of rising above her, he rolled onto his back. “Come here.”
“I don’t understand,” she whispered as her gaze strayed down his candlelit body.
“Come up on your knees and straddle me,” he said.
Roselyn felt awkward and silly, but she did as he asked, then caught her breath as she settled against his erection. His soft groan affected her as much as if he’d caressed her. Then he did, reaching up to cup and play with her breasts. Between her legs, he throbbed and seemed to grow even larger, and she again felt the shudder of rising desire.
“Guide me inside you,” Spencer said, his voice strained.
When she lifted her hips up and touched him, she didn’t know what she’d expected. He was certainly hard, but the skin itself was soft and hot. For a moment, she let herself explore down his shaft.
“This is lovely,” he said tightly, “but if I’m not inside you soon I shall explode, and that is not nearly as much fun.”
Smothering her laughter, she did her best to guide him between her legs. She wasn’t sure if she was in the right position until he grabbed her hips and pulled down, sheathing himself inside her.
With a gasp, she fell forward and rested her hands on his shoulders.
“Are you all right?” he whispered.
Roselyn looked down into his eyes, narrowed and dark with passion, and felt raw power held quiescent beneath her, at her mercy. She lifted her hips and sank back down. His eyes closed and he shuddered.
“Did I hurt you?”
“God, no,” he said hoarsely. “Please, please continue.”
She smiled with pleasure and satisfaction, and he gave her a wary look.
“Be gentle with your servant, my lady.”
She leaned down until their lips almost brushed. Up close, she watched his face again as she lifted and lowered her hips. He arched beneath her, and she felt him so deeply inside her that aching wonder shook her.
“Spencer,” she whispered, then pressed gentle kisses to the corner of his lips, to his cheek, even to his eyelid. He was so precious to her, that tears stung her eyes at the beauty of her blossoming feelings for him.
