Page 84 of Deceiving an Earl
“What do we do now?” she whispered.
He rolled to his side, careful not to fall off the bench, and inched her skirts up. Their rustling seemed so loud in the silence, and she watched him with unblinking eyes.
He touched her thigh, and she drew in a breath.
“Tell me to stop,” he said.
She shook her head and licked her lips.
He inched his hand up her leg until he was at the apex of her thighs, touching the crisp curls there. They were wet, and she spread her legs wider, silently inviting him in.
Gently he spread the folds that protected the very vulnerable essence of her and touched the hidden nub.
She gasped, and his gaze flew to her, afraid that he’d already hurt her, but she didn’t seem to be in pain. Quite the opposite, actually. Emboldened, he flicked again, then rubbed, applying more pressure.
A small cry escaped her, and she arched her back. “Oh my,” she whispered. “I didn’t…I didn’t know.”
Transfixed, he carefully watched her reactions, wanting to learn what made her happy. She liked to be rubbed…just…like…that.
Surprisingly, her back and hips came off the bench, and she cried out. Afraid that someone would hear, he swooped down and kissed her, swallowing her cries of passion. Panting, she thrust her hips into his hand, rubbing against his fingers until long moments later she settled down.
Nearly blind with passion and pain he released his cock with one hand and hovered over her. She was looking up at him, her lips moist, her chest still heaving.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
She nodded and he slid into her, closing his eyes as her passage enveloped him, squeezed him, and welcomed him.
“My God,” he whispered reverently. “Ellen.” He moved, pulling out, sliding back in.
Pulling.
Sliding.
Pulling.
Sliding.
She started to move with him in counterbalance. The friction was unbearable. Unbelievable. Magical.
He didn’t last nearly as long as he would have liked. His release came fast and powerful as spots danced before his eyes.
When he finished, he found that Ellen was holding him, her arms wrapped around him as she kissed the side of his neck and his cheek.
“Are you all right? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked.
“Of course not.” She was smiling up at him. “It was… I fear I don’t have the right words. Wonderful. Marvelous?”
They grinned like lovesick fools, neither caring that a ball was taking place just through the trees and shadows. For now there was only them.
“When we’re married we will do this in a proper bed,” he said.
She touched his cheek, and he leaned his head into her fingers. “We have a lifetime, but only one first night, and it couldn’t have been more perfect.”
He kissed her palm. “What do we do now? I have my father’s carriage. We can run away now. Tonight.”
“Not tonight. I’d like to pack a few things. Prepare myself.”
“When then?”
