Page 91 of Foolish Bride
Elinor moaned as his tongue swirled around and around at a maddeningly steady pace. His head came up, and she moaned again, this time with disappointment.
His cool breath skittered across her wet skin, and she gasped at the new pleasure.
“I am going to assume that you like that.” His voiced filled with laughter.
“Mmm,” she said, pulling gently on his face to bring it back up to hers. Boldly, she put her lips on his, imitating the kisses he had shared with her. It was the first time she had ever taken control of their intimacy. She found it both wicked and wonderful to wield such control.
“Have I created a wanton?”
She looked into his eyes, then a wave of shyness overtook her, and she looked away. “Would you mind?”
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He did not answer with words only took her hand and placed it on his shaft. In truth, he had only meant to hold her. He yearned to be near her and feel her heart beating, but she was so warm and responsive that his gentlemanly thoughts were long forgotten.
She was tentative at first. Her soft fingertips ran gently down his length and up again. She lingered around the ridge, swirling around the tip before descending again.
Michael did not move. He found it difficult to breathe. Her innocent ministrations were driving him mad. He wanted to give her time to explore him, but if this continued for much longer, he would surely explode in her hand. Under different circumstances that might have been enough, but he wanted to be inside her and didn’t want to wait for another time.
Suddenly, she gripped him harder.
He cried out; not sure if he should let her continue or take her immediately.
She let him go. “Did I hurt you?” Her voice shot to a higher pitch.
He took her hand and returned it to his shaft. “No. You are wonderful.”
He put his own hand over hers and showed her how to pleasure him as he closed his eyes and leaned back.
She traced her fingers along the corded vein that protruded down his length.
“Oh, Elinor, you’re killing me.” He took her hand away and rolled over on top of her her, his shaft perched at her center.
Unable to bear her strained expression, he relaxed down next to her. He leaned his head on one elbow and touched her cheek. “I will not hurt you, Elinor. I told you it only hurts the first time. Don’t you believe me?”
“Yes.” Her voice sounded small and strained.
He laughed. “That was not very convincing, my love.”
She shrugged.
“I shall have to prove it to you.” He slid down the bed.
“Michael, where are you going?”
“I am setting out to prove a point. Now, don’t interrupt me.”
When he reached the bottom of the bed, he crawled forward, pushing her legs apart as he came up between them. He reached the juncture between her thighs and puffed out a small breath.
She gasped. “Michael, I thought you were going to…”
“Patience.”
He slid his finger between her folds, moving up and down. She was so wet and erotic, he closed his eyes to savor the moment.
She gripped the bedding and arched up for more attention.
Michael replaced his finger with his lips and tongue, then plucked at her hard nipples.
