Page 64 of Temptations of a Wallflower
Taking hold of her shoulders, he guided her down until she lay flat upon the bed. He loomed over her, bracing himself on his forearm, as he continued to kiss her. He stroked his other hand along her jaw, down the column of her neck, playing over the fine curves of hercollarbones. Then he let his hand drift lower, between her breasts, where her heart hammered.
He cupped one breast, silken and full, and groaned at the feel of her with so little between them. She gasped into his mouth at his touch, her gasp turning into a moan as he found the stiffened tip of her breast and stroked it. She was so tight and eager, straining against the fabric of her chemise, panting with each caress, each focused touch. Gently, very gently, he pinched her nipple, and her moan deepened.
Jeremy played with her other breast, giving it the same attention. She writhed beneath him, arching upward, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her legs were restless against his, so soft and long as they rustled the bedclothes.
He stroked his hand down even lower, skimming her ribs, her waist, feeling the supple curve of her stomach. Lower still. Until he reached the juncture of her legs. Slowly, he guided his fingers over her mound, until they rested over her folds. Then he simply let his fingers stay there, letting her grow accustomed to the feel of him through the fabric.
His cock ached, and everything felt ready to combust at the slightest movement. He was so close to her. To the very core of her, the center of all her secrets, her most private self. He wanted to delve deep, but he had to keep a tight rein on his hunger.
Slow, slow,he reminded himself.You’re not a damned wild beast.
She shifted beneath his touch. Pressed upward against his fingers. Her legs opened slightly.
“Yes,” she sighed. “Yes.”
He caressed her lower still, moving over the fabric of her chemise, until he reached the bare skin of her thigh. Nothing ever felt so soft as she did there. Creamy and sleek and lush. And hot as a fever. He gathered up the hem of her chemise, until she was nude from the waist down.
With more patience than he knew he possessed, he stroked up her thigh. Then found her. That lovely quim. And, Lord help him, did she feel like Paradise. He touched her gently outside her folds, rubbing her, listening to Sarah’s responsive sighs and moans. His fingers dipped deeper. He almost came at once, feeling her wet heat. She wanted him. As much as he wanted her.
“I can’t wait anymore,” he growled. Taking his hand away, he positioned himself above her, settling between her legs. He angled his cock toward her entrance. Then slowly sank in, inch by inch, as her body worked to accommodate him. All he knew was tight, molten heat surrounding him, enveloping his very consciousness.
She stiffened beneath him. Her face was tight and strained.
“I’ve hurt you,” he panted, agonized.
Her eyes were wide and shining as she shook her head. But it was no use. He knew she was in pain. There was no hiding it in her taut muscles, the whiteness of her lips.
He moved to pull out.
“Don’t,” she said, voice thick. She tightened her legs around him, keeping him lodged within her. “Keep going.”
Argument was impossible, not when she felt so blissful around him. She was so tight. So narrow. Ittook some work to thrust more deeply into her. He sank in and out. Sensation engulfed him. He couldn’t last, no matter how much he wanted to.
The climax ripped through him in an instant. He groaned, his head thrown back as he poured his release into her.
He opened his eyes. It was over. They were joined as husband and wife.
But it hadn’t been pleasurable for her. Pain and disappointment shone in her eyes, though she smiled bravely at him when he gazed down at her.
He’d had his release, but it hadn’t been satisfying. Not the way he’d imagined. She hadn’t made any sounds of pleasure. Her face had been tight with pain, not passion.
He made a vow to himself, then and there. He would stop at nothing to give her pleasure, and he would spend his every moment learning how to do just that.
Chapter 19
I did not continue on my journey to the countryside. The lush landscape held little appeal—its very abundance seemed barren to me. I turned around and headed back to London. The bustling, crowded city was so familiar, but changed now through my new vision. How would I ever return to the life I’d once known?
The Highwayman’s Seduction
Jeremy rolled off Sarah and she lay on her back, staring at the light dancing across the ceiling. Her body cooled. She rested her wrist on her forehead, trying to bank the feelings of disappointment that refused to abate.
She had hoped for insupportable, endless pleasure. The kind of pleasure that would drive her mad in its pursuit. The sort of feelings and sensations she’d been writing about in exquisite detail as the Lady of Dubious Quality.
But had it all been a lie she’d told herself? She’d read so many other people’s accounts of sex, and they hadbeen so rapturous, so blissful. It couldn’t all be untrue. Surely, paradigm-shifting ecstasy had to be possible. But not with her and Jeremy. Another wave of regret and disenchantment pulsed through her. They’d shown so much promise, but something wasn’t right between them. Was it him? Was it her? Or did they simply not work together?
“You’re very quiet,” he said, lying beside her and also staring up at the ceiling.
“I’m tired,” she answered. How could she voice her doubts? This was to be their life together. Maybe it was simply a matter of nerves? Neither of them had much experience. It could get better . . . in time.
