Page 71 of The Lady’s Guide to Deception and Desire
For Rosamund,it had been a strange sort of feeling.
She had a reasonably good idea of what was there, between her legs. Her own finger had told her that and, once, she’d even used a hand mirror to look.
But having him enter her had been entirely different. She hadn’t known her body would stretch like that to let him in.
It had hurt, as she’d partly feared it would, but it was a hungry sort of pain. She’d hated it and wanted more. She liked the heaviness of him pressing upon her, of being stretched and filled.
And then, without warning, he’d pushed even deeper and there had been a white-hot flash. She hadn’t been able to help crying out, nor biting his shoulder, but even then, she’d wanted to cling to him.
Sliced down the middle, she’d been ablaze with the pleasure of that closeness. She hadn’t known it would feel that way, having him inside her like that.
But it was wonderful.
He took his weight on his elbows and pulled away, rolling off her—and her sense of loss was immediate.
“I’m sorry.” He was still breathing hard. “I hurt you, I know—and it was too quick. I wanted to kiss you for longer, to touch you, to make it better for you.”
“It wasn’t so bad.” Moving onto her side, she stroked his chest. “There’s no pain now.”
It wasn’t completely true. There was an ache between her legs. She felt bruised, but the dull throb wasn’t unpleasant. It gave her an awareness of what had changed, and she liked that.
Even if it hurt next time, she still wanted to.
She also wanted to touch him.
She wanted to lie on his back pressing her belly to his naked buttocks, her legs over his, top to toe. Then turn him over and feel the hardness of his body under the softness of hers.
Skin to skin.
She couldn’t do that with her clothes on though.
He was right that she needed to catch up.
She sat up. “Can we try again? Getting this off, I mean.” She tapped at the hard boning still encasing her torso.
He’d almost thought…Although it could hardly be expected.
But she was right, of course, and it was inconsiderate of him not to have thought of it himself. She’d want to go to sleep, and he’d need to help her out of her corset for that.
Again, he went to war with the loops.
It was slightly easier this time, though his fingers were too big for the task. He managed four while she bent each knee in turn and managed to wrench her boot laces free. At last, she eased them off, tossing the boots over the side of the bed.
“How are you getting on?” She pushed her shoulders back to help him.
“Slow going, I’m afraid.” He pressed his lips either side of her spine and felt her shiver. “You’re cold?”
“No.” She shivered again.
“It’s you; kissing me there,” she answered coyly. “I like it.”
He liked it, too. Not just the kissing but knowing it had that effect on her.
“Look, why don’t you just…” She tried looking over her shoulder again. “The loops will tear, but they can be stitched again.”
“You’re sure.” He was no expert in women’s fashion but he could tell care had gone into her bridal outfit.
“Yank away! I’ll hold still. Keep going until you reach the bottom.” She grasped the quilt to steady herself. “Quick will be best.”
