Page 34 of Seven Swans a Swimming

She did not understand. Why would it be over? What could prevent—and then Arabella’s understanding caught up with her, and she flushed.

“Come with me,” she said softly, her hand moving from his manhood to slip into his own hand. “Love me.”

Nathaniel did not need much more of an invitation. As Arabella moved to the bed, he suddenly lifted her up and placed her upon it, covering her body with his own.

Arabella gasped in his mouth as Nathaniel kissed her, kissed her hard, the intensity of the moment tenfold as his chest pressed against her breasts. There was something about being skin to skin, of nothing being between them, no barriers, nothing to keep them apart.

“I waited for you, for so long,” Nathaniel murmured as his kisses meandered down her neck and along her collarbone. Arabella arched her back, needing more, not sure how to ask for what she wanted. “So long, and you were so worth it, Arabella, dear God…”

“Yes, yes,” she murmured, her lashes fluttering, her body hardly able to take in images, the pleasure of his mouth was so intoxicating. “I—oh, Nathaniel!”

Nathaniel had grazed one of her nipples with his mouth, the roughness of his beard causing snaps of pleasure to crackle along her body.

Arabella gasped with the pleasure of it all. A moment of ecstasy, only a moment, but a teasing hint of what was to come.

“Do that again,” she begged, arching her back, trying to bring her breast closer to his mouth. “Again.”

Nathaniel obliged, this time taking her nipple into his mouth hesitantly, then with more certainty as he felt her reaction. “Like this?”

Arabella shuddered as his tongue twisted around her nipple, teasing it in one direction and then the other, and she cried out his name as his hands met her hips, holding her in place.

Her hands were in his hair, then gripping his shoulders as though she would fly off the face of the world if she did not hold onto him. Arabella did not know how she could endure any more pleasure, and yet she wanted it, wanted more, wanted everything. Everything he could give her.

She had not consciously moved this way, but Nathaniel was now lying between her legs, his hard, throbbing manhood pressed against her hip, and she could feel it quiver, knew what he wanted.

Knew what pleasure she could give him.

In a sudden moment, Arabella twisted on the bed and tipped Nathaniel over so that she lay over him, straddling him.

“What are you—”

“Hush,” Arabella said, placing a finger on his lips and glorying in the look of him. Surely there could be no greater man than Nathaniel; he was majestic. Every inch of him made her quiver and want to do something wild.

And so, she did. Creeping down his body slowly, kissing each inch of him she passed, exalting in the way he shuddered and gasped her name as she nipped and kissed, Arabella finally made it down to his manhood.

It was slightly intimidating, she had to admit. Never having touched one before, Arabella was not entirely sure that what she was doing was right, but instinct drove her.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Arabella lowered her head, her breasts grazing Nathaniel’s thighs, and kissed the very tip of his manhood.

“Arabella!”

Nathaniel’s instant reaction, the way he spoke her name, told Arabella everything she needed to know. With greater and greater confidence, Arabella kissed and licked that most intimate part of him, grateful to be given such access, knowing no one had ever touched him like this, kissed him like this, licked him like this.

When she finally took as much of him as she could into his mouth, Nathaniel’s hand grabbed her head and entwined it in her hair, his whole body quivering.

“No—no, stop.”

Arabella immediately removed her mouth from him, the soft sweetness that she was starting to enjoy, and looked up in fear. “Did—did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong?”

She so wanted to give him pleasure, to show him just how much pleasure he had given her, that fear started to replace wonder in her heart—but one look at Nathaniel’s face told her that she had done nothing wrong.

“It’s not that,” Nathaniel panted, a wry smile across his face. “It’s just—for our first time, I want to be inside you. Do you understand?”

Arabella nodded and twisted off him to lie beside him. Without a word passing between them, Nathaniel moved to nestle between her legs, as he had done before—but this time, he was a little lower down. His manhood was right there, by her secret place.

She looked up into his eyes and saw the fear, saw the hesitation in Nathaniel’s face.

“I trust you,” Arabella whispered. “I want this.”

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