He paused, with one knee on the bed, poised to get in. “You flatter me, madam,” he said, letting her look.
Tentatively, she reached out a finger and touched the head, claiming the bead of clear liquid that was poised at the tip. She smoothed it over him, tucking her finger under the flange. He responded by pushing his cock into her hand, arching his back and groaning. “You did this,” he said. “You, Annie.”
“Mine,” she said firmly.
He whisked the sheets down, revealing her, but he was not satisfied. He flipped his fingers. “Get that off.”
Kneeling up, Annie pulled her shift over her head and let it fall. She remained where she was, until he joined her, kneeling facing her, looking at her. Lifting his hand, he stroked from her collarbone to her nipple, then bent and took the tiny peak into his mouth.
She cried out, and he banded an arm around her, preventing her falling back as his action sent arousal rippling through her body. He moved to the other, pulling hard, caressing it with his tongue, and placing a few kisses on the tip before moving down. He circled her navel, touching his tongue into the tiny dimple, then lower, tracing her stomach down to the juncture of her thighs.
Unabashedly, he breathed deeply, taking her scent into his lungs. He used the fingers of his right hand to part her cleft, and studied the glistening, delicate flesh below.
Seeing his dark head there, his eyes open made her moan. He glanced up, his smile appreciative. “You are lovely everywhere, Annie.”
Then he licked her.
His action shocked Annie to the bone. “Stop—you can’t do that!”
He did as she bade him, but only to say, “Be quiet and feel. If no man has done this to you before, then I count myself fortunate that I am the first. But believe me, I can do it.”
After pressing a gentle kiss to her belly, he moved farther down, and did it again.
She reached a hand out blindly, digging into his thick, dark hair, the strands silky against the sensitive skin between her fingers. All she could do was hold on while he kissed, licked and sucked, driving her so high she feared she’d never come down to earth again.
He made sounds, too, slurping noises as if he was relishing the feast she couldn’t help but give him. Her body tightened, and her hands curled into claws.
He broke off what he was doing. “No. You shall not come with me the first time like this. Another time. Later.” Rearing up, he tumbled her back against the pillows, the soft feathers billowing the linen around her like a cloud. He came on top of her, guiding his erection to her crease. But he didn’t shove it straight inside as she’d expected. He used it to tease her, watching her face. “Don’t dare close your eyes. They are the most beautiful mirrors of your soul. They tell me everything I need to know.” His voice had deepened, purring through her.
She grabbed his shoulders again, curving her hands around the bunched muscle. “Ready?” he said.
Annie gritted her teeth. “Just do it!”
He slid his shaft down once more, making her aware of her own hot, wet, neediness, but this time he didn’t draw back. He plunged inside.
Her back came off the mattress as she arched up to him in sheer reaction. She cried his name as he filled her and filled her. He crammed his cock into her narrow passage, pushing the soft walls aside to make her his.
Her breath came in short gasps. He watched her as he began to move, his eyes glittering.
As he thrust into her, he watched her, ensuring her she was being attended to, and observed. “I serve only you,” he said, as if he read her thoughts. “You are the most glorious woman. Soft and wet, and the way you look at me—” He brought his mouth down on hers, kissing her as if his life depended on it.
Thrills coursed through her, building toward the peak she had never experienced with a man before, but she knew where she was going. At least, she imagined she did. But she was wrong.
She had seen buds so full of the blossom within they were splitting with the effort, until they burst, spreading cascades of color and scent over everything near them. When it happened to her, she went wild, unable to control her reactions. Her lover murmured to her, then cried out in his turn.
Jerking out of her, he emptied on to her stomach, the hot spurts as exciting as her own peak.
He gazed at her as if seeing her for the first time. “My lady, I fear you’ll have little sleep tonight.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
WATCHING ANNIE, Gerald had forgotten his own satisfaction and how desperate he’d been to get inside her. Her eyes were rounded in wonder, her lips, plump and red from their kissing, slightly parted. Her breasts heaved with the effort to drag breath into her body.