Page 94 of The Reckless Love of an Heir
‘Yes or no?’ he asked. ‘May we progress?’
She let his hand go, answering in silence.
He lifted her skirt and undergarments higher. Her body arched upwards to enable it. She was as reckless and foolish as he was. He had only discovered that this year. She was his match.
The material left bunched above her hip, his fingers tackled her cotton drawers, searching for skin as he imagined his lips kissing her inner thigh. In reality his fingers stroked across cotton as he kissed her mouth.
When his fingers found the slit in her drawers, he intruded gently, pressing through the cloth and into the silky, moist haven of her body. Her muscles jolted and her fingers clawed into his shoulders as she broke the kiss. ‘Henry…’ She was uncertain now.
He did not want her to feel uncertain. ‘Tell me to stop whenever you want to.’
He kissed her jaw as his fingers stroked in and out of her in the rhythm of a liaison.
She tilted her neck, offering it up to his adoration and her breathing became deeper and ragged as the sensations he must be introducing her to took hold.
He used his thumb, brushing it over the sensitive bud of skin, as his fingers continued invading her, he curved them so that he stroked her more intimately internally. Her breath kept catching with little sharp pants of sound when he did something different
She was beautiful in every way. Perfect.
Then, when his fingers were deep inside her, she reached Eros’s agony of bliss, her body throbbing about his intrusion, as the moisture of her release spread across his palm.
Lord, he hoped, prayed, she would not tell him to stop now. His throat was parched, and his desire a desperate beast.
‘Susan… May I? May we…?’ Her eyes had been shut, they opened as he moved over her, sparkling with the residue of the ecstasy. Those were the sensations he craved.
He knelt on the ground between her legs and unbuttoned hisflap. Then with them both still fully clothed he leaned over her, his hands either side of her shoulders.
Her hands held his upper arms, reminding him of the gentle unique grip of Susan’s hand when he escorted her anywhere.
‘May we?’ he whispered.
She nodded.
He pressed inside her. Damn. It was heaven. Warm. Tight. Slick. Heaven. He moved gently at first, and then more swiftly, his pace becoming firm as well as quick as he dropped heavily against her.
Susan’s hands clawed into the material of Henry’s black morning coat, her body rocking in a resonance of his movement.What was she doing?This was madness. They were in the garden. Anyone might walk past or look from a window and see. Her heart raced – ached. This was something for a marriage bed. They had not even taken off their clothes. But why would they, when they were so exposed?
As her body rocked from his invasions, she tilted her head back, looking at the house. Beyond the cloud of roses she could see some of the upper windows, which meant if anyone looked out of those they would see them.
She did not stop him. He needed this. She knew the moment he began kissing her he was seeking this comfort. No words would have helped him, but this… She had longed to hold and help him and if this was the only way she could.
She was insane. Reckless. As he was being reckless. Only this time he was being reckless with her. His upper body lowered, and his cheek brushed against hers, his hair tickling her skin, as his hips continued to lift and fall.
One of her hands clasped his hair, with a need to hold on to something as she felt as though she would fall. The sensations teased and tormented as he withdrew and pressed back in, in a swift pattern.
She had not been able to fight the pleasure his fingers created, the sensations still danced through her nerves and pulsed in her blood. But she was sore.
He breathed hard near her ear as his body moved, and at last the soreness began to ease. The emotions she had discovered before sweeping up again. Her legs lifted so her thighs pressed against the side of his as he moved, and her hands moved to his shoulders and pressed into the fabric of his black morning coat.
He withdrew a little and played a game of short sharp pulses of invasion near where she was more sensitive. Her fingers clawed more firmly into the material of his coat, as her thighs lifted higher and clasped about his hips.
‘Oh.’ A ripple of deeper sensation spun in her middle and down to the place he invaded. He thrust deeply into her, striking his pelvis against hers.
His head lifted, and his gaze clung to hers as she tried not to cry out. She would break apart. ‘Ah.’ The breaking came as an even stronger sudden flow of sensations.
She swallowed the pleasure down from the back of her throat as after three more pulses, he sighed into the air with an animalistic gravelly note, rubbing his groin against her as she felt him throbbing inside her.
His head hung down, and he breathed heavily near her ear.
