Page 52 of The Secret Love of a Gentleman
‘I will not regret and you have my forgiveness now.’
Ah, damn.He was no better than his brother and his cousins at heart.
He pressed into her as deeply as he could. It was a swift, glorious glide, his sensitive tip absorbed in her heat.
He withdrew then thrust back into her repeatedly, moving rhythmically, the muscles in his thighs and buttocks working. Her hands reached to his lower back and her fingers splayed. It was like baptism, like being ducked beneath the water.
A slight sound escaped her throat when he struck her body heavily. The sound was not pain but pleasure. He did the same again, heavier still. There was another sound, and her body arched beneath him, her pelvis pressing up against him.
That was how he learned what to do as he moved, by listening to the sounds she made and the reactions of her body.
In the last weeks he taught her how to break her glass jail – now he was her pupil.
Her fingertips pressed into his skin, urging him to move more vigorously. He did, sinking into her quicker than before, with heavy strokes that rocked her body.
Her breaths stirred the hairs over his chest every time he pushed in.
She bit her lower lip, her eyes closing, in an expression that implied she was holding something back.
He lowered his head and gently nipped her lower lip with his teeth.
She laughed, and her eyes opened. ‘Faster,’ she urged as her boot heels bumped against the back of his thighs, where his trousers and underwear were bunched up.
This was a little ridiculous for his first time, he with his garments pushed down and riding boots on, she with her chemise open at the neck and pushed up to her stomach, with stockings and short boots on her legs. They would make good models for one of Thomas Rowlandson’s sketches.
He moved more swiftly.
‘Ah.’ The sounds from her lips became sharper. ‘Oh.’
The sensations were blissful. Beautiful. Her whole body seemed to claw at him to move faster and deeper; the pressure of her boot heels on his thighs, and her fingernails in his lower back, and her lower body that pushed up against his thrusts.
He looked down and watched as he repeatedly buried himself in her body.
Sensations quickened in him, gripping firm in the pit of his stomach. His breath came in the same pattern of shallow pants as hers. Sweat, now, not dampness from the rain, glistened on their skin.
‘Ah!’ Caro cried out, and she felt different inside, warmer, slicker. Then her inner muscles pulled at him rhythmically. It was as though her body urged him for something more…
A long breath dragged into his lungs as heat clenched in his groin, catching a hold of him, squeezing hard and pulling his muscles taught.Damn it!He spilled his soul inside her, shut his eyes and held on as sensations spun through his blood and tangled every nerve. It was as though the high wave of a tide swelled within his limbs.
Hell, he cursed.
But it was not hell it was heaven – although hell would probably be where he would go for doing this.
He breathed heavily and his arms shook as he tried not to collapse on top of her like a fool.
Her fingers stroked his fringe away from his brow. The hair fell back down.
He withdrew and lay on her. Her hands stroked his back and shoulders. He should have withdrawn earlier, before he spilled his seed, to prevent a child.
He lay still, trying to make sense of what they had done; navigating the feelings and sensations pulping his brain, and the emotions tying tight knots in his chest.
Perhaps this was love?
Caro lay still, pinned beneath Rob’s weight – spent and exhilarated, listening to his breaths become slower, while she caressed his skin. She was honoured to have won the attention of such a beautiful, genteel, young man.
He had helped her learn so much more about herself.
For years, she held the physical love she enjoyed with Albert on a pedestal and looked up to it as the most perfect part of her life, because in their bed he was always her lover and not the man who hurt her. Those treasured moments made her feel as thoughshe lost something when she left him and they became the reference that put her current life under a shadow.
