DESIRE STILL BATTLED with his conscience as Derrick placed his blonde goddess on her feet. He stripped off his coat then tugged off his cravat. “Shall I help you undress?”
She silently held up her long hair with an arm and turned her back for him to undo the row of tiny buttons down her silver-blue silk dress. Parting the material to expose her back, he traced his fingers over the delicate bones of her shoulder blades and down her spine. His mouth replaced his fingers, raining kisses over her peach-colored skin. She shivered and pushed down the bodice, stepping out of the voluminous skirts to stand in her corset and petticoats.
Derrick loosened the strings on her white satin corset, pressing a kiss on her creamy shoulder.
Bella undid the metal clasps in front and pulled the corset away. Flicking a long blonde lock over her shoulder, she bent her head to release the ties on her petticoats. When she straightened, he was blown apart by heat and the heady desire to draw those deep, dusky areolas thrusting against the fine lawn of her chemise into his mouth. Standing in her lacy bloomers and silk stockings, she built his desire into a burgeoning frenzy. Her cheeks flushed and she nibbled her bottom lip. To reassure her, he turned his back to undress, quickly shedding his waistcoat, shirt, and shoes, urging himself to take it slow. He’d never believed for a moment she might be his. Could it end after one night? It would have to. He’d never deflowered a virgin. Never wanted to in fact. His cock was already hard. He’d have to exercise every bit of his control to make this pleasurable for her. She’d said she wanted to remember this night forever, and he was determined that her memories would be all that she wished them to be.
Down to his drawers, he turned around to face her. She stood before him stripped naked like Botticelli’s Venus rising from the sea, all pearly flesh but for the vee of golden hair at the apex of her thighs. His gaze roamed over her, heating his blood, and he could only be glad that none of the three Graces were there to cover her with a cloak.
“I hope you like me,” she said, her breasts rising and falling sharply.
Derrick saved what was left of his breath. He swept her up, her soft, perfumed curves warm in his arms and laid her on the bed.
***
As he stood to remove his drawers, Bella leaned on her elbows to study his broad, bare chest and the triangle of dark hair trailing down over his stomach. She watched the play of muscles and sinews shifting beneath his smooth skin as he moved. A man’s body was all strength and hardness, where a woman’s was soft. When that part of him leapt free from the constraints of the material, a deep primitive ache pulsed low in her stomach. She suffered a niggling doubt that such a large man could fit inside her. Would it be painful? She wanted to ask but shivered, captured by his sinuous leonine strength as he prowled up the bed on his hands and knees, his dark hair falling onto his brow, his amber eyes dark pools of intent.
He raised her hands above her head and lowered his head to hers. Her breath galloped as they lay skin to skin, his long, thick staff nudging her stomach. He plundered her mouth, angling his head to press hard then soft kisses. When he gently took her bottom lip in his teeth, she parted her lips to taste him. His tongue met hers with the jolt of electricity.
Derrick released her hands. “You are even more beautiful than I imagined.”
“You imagined me naked?” she asked breathlessly. He’d turned his attention to her breasts. She squirmed and gasped at the delicious sensations as he tweaked a nipple into hardness.
“Every time I saw you and…other times too.” He bent his head, drawing a rigid, throbbing nipple into his mouth.
She melted as new sensations swamped her, barely understanding the urgent need that built low in her belly. She’d been preparing for this moment since they met. She inhaled the smell of clean male as her hands roamed over his strong back, learning the sinews and muscles beneath his satiny skin. As he cupped her breast and lathed her other nipple, she wriggled beneath him, moisture gathering between her thighs. His staff nudged her sensitive core, and she opened her legs at the deep tug.
He groaned, his hands on her bottom pushing his hard flesh against hers. “Slow down, sweetheart.”
He rolled over beside her. “We mustn’t rush this. There’s so much pleasure I want to share with you.”
“Pleasure?” she murmured, eager for more. “I want to give you pleasure too.”
“But you are,” he said with a grin.
He framed her face in his hands and kissed her. “You may feel some pain at first. You do know what happens between a man and a woman?”