He grasped her by the hair and pulled her face up to his. “Fanny.”
“Don’t you like it?’
“You know I do.”
He backed her toward the fire even as she
shivered from the cold and undid the laces on her corset with some difficulty. He wanted to see her. All of her, before things went any further.
But once naked, Fanny huddled close and rubbed herself against him like a cat. Her breasts, works of art in his opinion, tortured as they dragged over his skin. He bent and took the nipple of one into his mouth. Fanny moaned and clutched his head to her breast. He rained kisses over her breasts and between.
“You make me feel weak, Jem,” she whispered.
He couldn’t have her falling into a swoon, so he put a hand across her buttocks and lowered her to her side on the thick Persian rug beneath them, keeping her close to the fire.
Fanny’s arms encircled him again, and she found her way to his lips to kiss him. They lay before the fire, plastered together, tongues tangling and hands searching. Her body soft against his harder one as their kisses grew wilder, more passionate.
Jeremy pushed her damp hair from her face and stared into her eyes for a moment. “Are you sure you want me?”
“Never more so.” To prove her words true, she slung her leg over his hip, wriggling close enough that his cock brushed her curls.
Jeremy shuddered. He stole a kiss, and then another, and finally began to explore Fanny’s thighs. She was warm and soft there, and he danced his rough fingertips along her limbs, then up to her hip and down again along her outer thigh. As he traced a return journey, he detoured inward, where her skin was most sensitive. He’d lain with women before, but he’d never had a proper lady want him, or touched any woman so thoroughly without clothing getting in the way. The excitement of her nakedness went completely to his head. His cock twitched, ached to be part of her.
But he was afraid to make a mistake. A woman of Fanny’s class and experience, a widow of a satisfying and passionate marriage, had knowledge that far eclipsed his few paltry tumbles.
He hadn’t the first idea of how to make love to her.
He kissed Fanny to hide his uncertainty as he fumbled about with his fingers against her curls.
Fanny enjoyed the kiss, but she suddenly gripped his wrist and held his hand still. Reluctantly, Jeremy drew back to look at her.
Her smile was shy. “May I show you what I like?”
He nodded quickly, embarrassed that his inexperience was so apparent.
Fanny captured a pillow from the settee and put it under her head, then she slid her hand between her legs again. She traced the folds of her sex with her fingertips, drawing them through the dampest of places and up to the top of her slit.
Jeremy moved to rest his weight on one hand, hoping for a better view of what she was doing to herself.
“I don’t mind if you watch,” she whispered. “In fact, I find that exciting. Move closer.”
Armed with permission, Jeremy wriggled down until his face was level with her quim. Fanny had a thatch of tight dark curls between her legs, and the skin of her slit was an alluring shade of pink.
Her fingers parted her folds and one digit brushed over a peak in the midst of her slit. “There. That is my clitoris. It is very sensitive and must be gently teased. A woman craves gentleness in this place in the beginning and can find great pleasure if it is touched or kissed by her lover.” Fanny sighed and put her arm over her eyes. “I would enjoy you continuing to tease me like that, Jeremy.”
He hardly needed the encouragement. He dragged his fingertips softly through Fanny’s slit and then returned to the hard nubbin he’d quickly discovered made her moan. Fanny arched her hips up from the floor as he circled and stoked over that sensitive spot again and again. He thought he was doing the right thing, and Fanny’s sighs and moans seemed to indicate he pleased her.
And then he remembered what she’d said about kissing her down there, too.
He moved closer and quickly pressed a kiss to her curls.
Fanny gasped. “Yes.”
He did it again, exploring her slit with the tip of his tongue, his lips. Kissing her down there seemed to please her very much, so he moved between her thighs and continued. Fanny widened her legs, tilted her hips up to push her quim closer to his mouth.
He found the salty tang of her appealing and worked hard to drive her wild.
Fanny was nearly sobbing when she finally found her peak. She cried out and collapsed, appearing suddenly boneless as she let out a sigh.