Page 57 of The Irish Gypsy
"My God, kitten, you are so lovely," hebreathed hoarsely. "I must have been mad not to have married youlong ago."
"Why didn't you?" she chided lovingly.
He stroked her shoulders and breasts andgazed at her thoughtfully. "I think you were too exotic for me tothink of as a wife. A man would only think of you in terms of amistress because of your beauty. When you look at me imperiously,you could be Russian, the black clouds of your hair and slant ofyour eyes remind me of the Orient. You have the dainty hands andfeet of a Balinese temple dancer."
She was in a dreamlike trance as his wordsrevealed his enchantment with her. "At other times you are so sleekand pantherlike you could even have a drop of black blood; Egyptianperhaps."
She smiled up at him. "It's Gypsy, mydarling."
"My exciting, exotic, Irish Gypsy." Helowered his mouth to hers worshipfully. He kissed her eyelids, hertemples, her throat and lingered over each delicate breast. Hewooed her with honeyed words as his hands moved across her waist,tracing small circles around her navel. He stroked her thighs andfinally the soft black curls on her mound of Venus.
She drew in her breath quickly at his touch,but before she could protest he said, "Shh, my lovely, try torelax." She was fever dry to his touch, so he used a tiny drop ofthe violet-scented cream and with sensitive fingertips traced thefolds between her legs. "Tell me what you like, darling," he urged,and his fingers gently probed again. "Does that give youpleasure?"
"Mmmm."
He increased the tempo of his movements andcould tell she was becoming aroused. "Does that excite you, sweet?It excites me!"
She moaned with pleasure, and with deftfingertips he brought her to climax. She arched against his hand asthe strange sensation reached all the way to her toes. It was thefirst time she had ever experienced sensual pleasure and she wasfilled with the wonder of it. Patrick held her very closely andwhispered such words of love, she felt her very bones would meltfrom the delicious sensations that swept through her. He was in nohurry, he forced himself to savor her enjoyment without marring herpleasure with his haste. He held her to his heart and stroked herback. Her arms swept up behind his head and when she moved her bodycloser to fit it to his, she gasped at his enormous phallus,swollen with passion. He soothed her fears away with caresses andwords of love. He began to kiss her, gently at first, then moredemandingly. His skillful lovemaking worked its magic until shebecame aroused again, and the intensity of her mouth matched hisown. Gently he placed her on her back and crouched above her intowering excitement. A searing white heat shot through him at thefirst contact of their bodies.
"I can't, Patrick. You're too big!"
"Yes, you can, darling. Open your legs.That's right. Now kiss me." he would not be denied now, and firmlypenetrated her trembling body and achieved his heart's desire.
She was surprised to feel the delicioussensations arise again so swiftly, but this time magnified ahundred-fold. When she felt certain she could not bear suchintensity one moment longer, he brought them to climax with a fewswift thrusts, and they lay in each other's arms, savoring theirmutual ecstasy. He cradled her possessively until they bothslept.
Once, in the dark before dawn, Patrickawakened and looked down at the beloved face next to his on thepillows. Desire flared instantly through his loins. He bent hishead to seek her lips, then stopped himself. He did not wish togive her a disgust of his male appetite, so sighing, he closed hiseyes and willed the fire in his blood to cool.
When the morning sunlight patterned the bedwith its delicious, warm rays, Kitty panicked. My God, the wordshe'd whispered and the things they had done seemed shocking in thelight of day. He was the master and she the servant, and now thathe had had his way with her, he might discard her, toss her asidewith all respect gone. She wanted to bury her blushes in thepillow, but could not resist one swift glance through her lashes.Patrick was gazing at her. He adored her with his eyes. Reliefswept over her. She sprang up joyously and missed him repeatedly,saying, "Oh, Patrick, I love you."
"Say it again, Kitty. Again and again!Foolish little darling to think you could get away from me. You aremine. Mine! I'll keep you always. You'll never get away. Never!Never! Repeat the vow you made me. Only love me, and I'll manageall the rest!"
Kitty was filled with such power she fearedher heart would explode.
Later that morning Patrick made them fishingrods and they set off for the trout stream. They wrapped the fishin leaves and baked them to a tender golden brown. When they werefinished, Kitty lay with her head in his lap. The heat made herdrowsy and each time Patrick bent to kiss her, delicious sensationsran through her body, and they repeated a hundred times thewhispered promise, "Tonight!"
They strolled upstream to where it was dammedoff a little. He urged her to swim with him, but she was too shy tostrip and play in the water naked. He refused to go in without her,and pressed her so insistently she promised that she would swimwith him before he went away. When their fingers touched, or theireyes met, everything was forgotten except the magic of belonging toeach other. Time ceased to exist for them. Day blended slowly intonight and they exulted that at last they would be sharing abed.
In the aftermath of passion, she asked, "Whenit can be so beautiful, why did you ravish me that first time?"
"I was a selfish fool, my darling. I supposeI wanted to put my mark upon you so indelibly that you would alwaysremember me even if you were with another. I wanted to master you,but I was the one who became enslaved."
Each night it was different for them.Sometimes their love was wild and hot, almost an assault of thesenses. At such times Kitty surprised him with a passionate ardorthat equaled his own. Then the next evening she came to the bedshyly, in a pristine white nightgown, making her look like a youngnovitiate, and a tenderness swept over him, along with a deepdesire to protect her always.
Sometimes they fantasized about what theirmarried life would be like. "If we go to America, I'll buy you amansion on Millionaires' Row. I'll cover you in jewels and silksand thoroughly enjoy showing you off."
She spoke with her lips against his. "Can Ihave my own carriage?"
"Lady Jane Tut," he teased between a dozentiny kisses.
"We'll entertain every night. I'll be themost famous hostess in New York," and she traced the outline of hislip with the tip of her tongue.
"Not every night; I'll want you to myself,"he said possessively.
"Oh Patrick, perhaps Julia won't want meunder the circumstances. After all, I'm still married to Simon.Julia will probably feel awkward and object to my livingthere."
"My dearest Kitty, I am the paymaster in thathouse, and I will have things exactly as I wish them."
"Patrick," she chided, "you are soarrogant!"
