Oh, my.
Her knees grew weak. In the time they had been married, their kisses had progressed from something light to demanding, but nothing like this. Her nipples hardened, taking her breath away. Using his thumb, Nate rubbed over one swelling tip, and moaned at the sigh that escaped her lips. He put his arm around her waist to keep her from falling.
He pulled his mouth away, leaving her feeling abandoned. Staring in her eyes, he reached up and removed the hairpins from her bun until the brown waves cascaded down her back, and over the front of her dress.
She attempted to pull him back again, but he stopped her by opening the buttons on her dress. Slowly, he pushed it off her shoulders, and stared at her chemise, soft white cotton with small pink rosebuds across the top.
Her body was on fire. She slid her hands up his chest, feeling his muscles ripple as he ran his hands over her back. He lowered his head, and splaying his palms across her back to anchor her, began to suckle her breast through the chemise. If he let her go, she would surely melt in a puddle at his feet.
He nibbled at the stiff peak until she moved her head back and forth, and funny little noises rose from her throat. Slowly, he walked her backwards until the back of her legs hit the bed. He pulled down the straps on her chemise.
Since Nate had caught her by surprise, she’d had no time to work up anxiety. The feelings he created washed over her in waves. Parts of her body throbbed that she hadn’t even known existed.
Nibbling at her mouth, he grasped her dress, bunching it at her waist. With both hands he pushed it down along with her drawers and petticoat. She stood naked except for her stockings and shoes.
“My God, you’re beautiful.” His gaze skimmed her. He ran his hands down her sides, noting the indentation at her waist, and the gentle flare of her hips. His hands traveled over her thighs, and back up, running his fingers through the brown curls at the juncture of her legs.
Angel pulled him to her, searching for his lips, urging him to open as he’d done to her. Blood roared through his body and settled in his manhood. Somewhere in his lust-crazed brain, he remembered he bedded a virgin, and needed to go slowly. Although, given her responses, she was no reluctant virgin; maybe untried, but certainly responsive.
He teased the soft skin under her ear with kisses and nibbles, while his hand roamed over her sweet body, plucking her nipples, then moving to cup her femininity.
Angel fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. He helped her take it off, and rubbed his skin against her bare breasts, all the while kissing her deeply. She ran her fingers through the hair on his chest, tugging lightly.
Nate pulled away, and quickly removed the rest of his clothes. Angel’s eyes grew wide at the sight of his erection. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes off it. Gently, Nate put his fingers under her chin and moved her head up.
“It will be all right, sweetheart,” he said softly, pushing the sweat-dampened ringlets from her forehead. “It may hurt at first, but I promise you’ll experience pleasure.”
He returned his attention to her breasts, suckling and massaging until she writhed under him. No longer able to hold off, he pushed her knees apart and settled over her. Whispering
words of encouragement, he licked the soft shell of her ear. She ran her hands over his back, lower to his buttocks, where she pulled him closer. Her uninhibited movements fired him.
He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, and slid his finger into her opening, circling, moving it in and out. She was wet, warm and slippery. He added a second finger, and deciding she was ready, withdrew his fingers and gently entered her.
“Hold on, honey, this may hurt a bit.” Sweat beaded his forehead, and his jaw tightened. God, he hated having to hurt her.
“It’s okay, it feels okay,” Angel panted.
He covered her mouth with his, and kissed her as he thrust into her body. She didn’t cry out, but whimpered a bit, and one lone tear slid down her cheek. He stilled his body to give her a chance to accept the fullness, enveloping her face with light kisses.
After a minute, he began to slowly move, trying to hold back, which was almost impossible. As he started the age-old rhythm, he reached between them and, finding her little nub, fondled it.
Their bodies slipped and slid against each other as Nate worked his magic. Angel let out a cry just as he stiffened and, throwing his head back, poured himself into her welcoming body.
He collapsed on top of her and mumbled her name. What the hell had just happened? Ten years of marriage to Amy had apparently taught him nothing. Never had he been so out of control. He didn’t think it was the months of absence, either. This woman lying under him fired his blood like no other.
Nate raised his chin, and gazing at her, kissed her smooth forehead. She ran her fingers over his cheek, her eyes focused on him.
“I didn’t know it would be like this.” She said, softly laughing.
“Darlin’, believe me when I tell you it’s not always like this.”
He eased off her, and rested her head on his shoulder. Angel drew lazy circles on his chest, pulling and tugging at the hair. Then she laughed again.
“What’s funny?” Nate grinned.
“I’m still wearing my stockings and shoes!” She bit her lower lip.
“Don’t worry, we’ll take them off next time.”