Page 85 of Why Do Earls Fall in Love?
She sat up and began to unbutton his waistcoat. “I want to see you, too.”
Together, they worked to shed his clothes. Charlotte’s attempts were hampered by his stolen kisses, but at last he stood proud and bare before her.
She feasted her eyes. So much strong, masculine beauty. Long legs, muscular thighs. Slim hips that widened and flared into a powerful chest and broad shoulders. She let her curious gaze linger on his manhood, long and erect, jutting toward her eagerly.
She looked up into his eyes. They were both exposed, poised on the edge of a singular, critical moment—and she rejoiced at how raw and elemental and full of wonder she felt. What they were about to do felt eternal, but it was also unique, and they could only achieve it together.
She held up her arms and he surged into them. Shifting her to the top of the bed, he showered her with fervent kisses, all along her abdomen, her breasts, her neck.
“Gabriel? Am I . . . Can I . . . touch you?”
He promptly rolled over to his side and swept a hand in wordless invitation.
Hesitant, she reached out and ran soft fingertips along the length of him. He felt like satin. She trailed the tip of a finger around the round end, and he sucked in a breath. Experimentally, she did it again, then slid her grip down to explore the curious sac beneath.
With a groan, he caught her hand and trapped it over her head, rolling over onto her. “I need you now, Charlotte.”
His manhood pulsed between them, pressing against her thigh. She nodded. “What do I do?”
“Just feel. Enjoy. Let me make it good for you.”
Her skin felt hot. Too tight, all over. He eased between her thighs, and she felt the broad tip of him poised at the entrance to her body. He rocked and pushed inside.
She stilled.
“All right?” The words sounded strained.
She nodded cautiously.
His hips rocked again. She felt a sudden, sharp sting of pain. She tensed. He stilled. Her fingers bit into his shoulders at the shock of it, but he kissed her softly. The sting lingered, a strange sort of pain, but it gradually eased. After several long moments, it was gone. He was still there, though, filling and stretching her in a way that felt odd and yet, incredibly right.
He pushed further. Her body still adjusted, bit by bit . . . and suddenly, he was in. She was full. It felt strange. She felt again that glorious anticipation, then he began to move.
Steady motion, plunging in and out again. He loomed over her, so large and powerful, but the look on his face was focused and tender. “Charlotte,” he whispered.
He shifted her hips, altered his angle and his pace increased. The blaze of excitement inside of her climbed with him. The intimacy was astounding. They were so very aware of each other, so focused on what they were building between them. His thrusts grew more forceful. Suddenly, he reached between them and touched her swollen bud, rubbing with matching, firm flicks.
Desire flared and now she knew what she was reaching for. It came quicker this time. Fiercer and hotter. She felt her inner muscles pulsing around him and he cried out, filling her with a frenzy of sudden, hard thrusts. His body arched over hers.
Gradually, it was over. She found herself shaking. It was all so much. Emotion and discovery. Intensity and surprise.
Shifting to his side, he gathered her close and held her in his arms. She clutched at him until the tremors subsided. With a sigh, she wished that this moment could last. No past. No future. Just him and her and the unbearable tenderness she felt right now.
She reveled in it. Basked in the moment, sure that at any second, he was going to roll away, move her aside, send for his friends and start to organize the hundreds of tasks that lay ahead of them.
But his breathing deepened, and his arms grew heavy. The warmth between them felt so soothing. Nestling closer, she closed her eyes and followed him into sleep.
