Page 100 of A Naughty Proposal for His Winter Countess
Moving her hair away, he touched his lips to her bare skin of her nape, and felt her entire being tremble.
Mesmerized, Daniel stood still as she ran her hands up the hard muscles of his bare chest, then up and over his arms.
“My,” she whispered, “what a big boy you are.”
Laughing huskily, Daniel did away with his trousers and underclothes knowing that her eyes would be drawn to his member.
“I may have underestimated your…girth,” she blinked.
Humored, Daniel finished disrobing her, by tugging her chemise over her head. Daniel's dark, lustful gaze roved over her nude body with deep approval.
As he reached for the creamy silk that was her body, Harriet wound her arms around his neck, pressing her body full on his.
“Make love to me, Daniel,” she pleaded earnestly.
He tilted her head up, with a plundering kiss, his tongue thrusting deeply into her mouth.
Daniel slowly lowered her on the bed behind them as the thought of finally taking the last step of her “lessons” sent his blood hammering through his veins. Daniel had already gotten a taste of Harriet and he wanted all of her now.
“My pleasure, My Love,” he whispered.
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Laying under Daniel's hard, hot body felt like a dream to Harriet. The most pleasant one in the world with warm kisses skittering over her skin and a possessive hold on her thighs.
“There are no words to describe how I find you,” Daniel said, his voice low and gravelly as he kissed her skin. “Beautiful is not enough, and angelic falls short.”
Laughing breathlessly, Harriet said, “I don't care what you want to call me; just continue to worship my body.”
Daniel kissed her breasts, taking a firm tender nipple into his mouth, sucking on it hungrily, while his thumb flicked the other tight bud. Both sensations evoked a wanton cry from Harriet who buried her hand in Daniel's hair while her back arched off the sheets.
Sliding his hands along her curved hips, he pulled her knee up to his ears while he kissed, nipped, and suckled down her quivering belly.
When his mouth did find her wetness, plunging into her intimate folds, to play around her pearl, Harriet's free hand was clawing at the sheets. He kept at it until her honey was flowing and she reached the brink of sanity.
“Enough,” she cried out. “Please, enough! I'll go mad if you continue doing that!”
Daniel left a teasing kiss on her inner thigh before crawling up her body from beneath her legs.
Tender and aching for his touch, Harriet waited for him to examine her; tousled hair, flushed skin, heaving chest, tiny waist, and breasts the perfect size for his hands and mouth.
Daniel reached for her stocking-clad shins and lifted them to his waist. Harriet’s thighs trembled as she watched his hand move up and down his turgid shaft, before he leaned in and fused her mouth to his. Sucking on his tongue, Harriet moaned into his mouth.
Daniel's fingers sought between her thighs again, stroking and slipping his fingers slid between her damp folds, and into her body, readying her for him.
“I must admit that touching you like this had whetted my appetite for more,” he said while pulling his fingers out, only to trace the tips over the curve of her hip.
And then he laid over her, cocking her legs higher. His eyes looked both lustful and sorrowful.
“You know this will hurt, and I'm sorry,” he kissed her collarbone as she felt him move himself to her opening. “I'll go as slowly as you want, Darling.”
Reaching up, Harriet rested her hands on his shoulder and slid her fingers into his hair. She felt the velvety iron of his shaft slide in a little.
His dark, strangled voice filled her senses. “God, I haven't entered you yet but you're already a vice around me.”
The feeling was foreign, but Harriet knew the best was yet to come when he was seated inside her.
“Let me in where I belong,” Daniel coaxed.
