“I cannot wait, either,” she breathed.
And with her admission, he began to work her gown free of her body. With one quick tug, he undid the string at her bodice, and then began inching her gown down her shoulders. The lustrous fabric pooled at her feet. With each layer, his need for her sharpened.
He slid the fabric from her body and let it drop to the floor, leaving her naked before him, a goddess divine…ready to be worshipped as was her due.
In the moonlight, bared, save her stockings, which were still tied with blue ribbons just above her knees, he circled her then, drinking in the sight of her body.
She was perfection. Strong, curved, beautiful, he wanted to pleasure every bit of her.
And he would.
James bent his head, eager to taste her breasts again.
Slowly, taking his time, he kissed each one, circling his tongue until her nipples pebbled beneath his mouth, and then he kissed lower and lower until he took to his knees before her.
He pressed a hand between her thighs and urged her feet apart.
She braced herself on his shoulders. “What are you doing?” she demanded, her voice breathy.
“Pleasuring you,” he replied.
She sucked in a shocked breath when he brought his mouth to the soft mound between her legs.
Her thighs trembled and her knees nearly gave way at the sudden sensations he evoked with his tongue.
Filled with satisfaction that he was giving her bliss, he was forced to hold her upright as he teased her, circling his tongue over her most sensitive spot.
That pearl of hers was heaven beneath his tongue, and he did not relent in his gentle devotion to it.
No, James did not cease until her head dropped back and her hands dug into his shoulders. The taste of her was heady and drove him to the edge of control, but his pleasure was hers. Without it, anything else would be hollow.
Without relent, he circled and circled…until she let out a wild cry as pleasure coursed through her in wave after wave.
As she trembled beneath his touch, he stood, slipped her into his arms, and carried her to the bed.
Quickly, he placed her down on the soft counterpane, his body pounding with need. He climbed on beside her and divested himself of his own garments. She was still lost in the throes of her own pleasure as he lowered himself atop the bed.
He covered her body with his own, loving the sensation of being hot skin to hot skin with her. She circled his shoulders with her arms, her thighs parting for him. He was glad that he pleased her so well. She did not seem to feel fear in this moment.
She was so relaxed and languid underneath him that he did not give way to concern. No, he allowed himself to be wholly present with her, stroking his hands slowly along her body, determined that this should last
James bent down and kissed her then, more hungry than he ever had been to take her body with his.
His need for her was a whole other world. Something he had never even known existed.
He parted her thighs a little further, took his cock in his hand and began to rub it up and down her sweet, slick heat. A ragged breath tore from his lips at the feel of her. It was pure torture and perfection, that anticipation.
Head turning, Jack began to arch her hips against him.
“Please,” she panted. “I need. I need—”
There were no words that could express what it was she needed. Only action.
Holding tightly to him, Jack lifted her knees and braced her legs on his hips. “Don’t wait,” she urged.
The low hum of her voice and her veritable command was all that he needed. He teased his cock at her opening once again and rocked forward. She let out a surprised note of pain at the tension that his girth caused.
For one moment, he stilled, the tightness of her body a warning that if he proceeded too quickly, he would hurt her.