Page 73 of Unmasked By a Captivating Lady
She walked slowly towards him, taking his hand. He pulled her gently, so that she lost her footing, falling down on top of him in an ungainly manner.
He laughed, folding her into his arms. She buried her head into his chest, embarrassed for a moment. But then his laughter enveloped her, reassuring her. She started giggling, the mirth sweeping her away. They rolled around on the blanket, firmly clasped in each other’s arms, laughing uproariously. She felt almost giddy with it.
Eventually, it tapered off, and they lay gazing into each other’s eyes. Miles slowly reached out a hand, stroking her hair gently, staring at her with such love that she had to catch her breath for a moment.
“I know that you are nervous,” he whispered slowly. “There is no need to be. I shall be gentle, my love…”
She swallowed a lump which had suddenly formed in her throat. “Does it…hurt, for a woman, the first time?”
He kept stroking her hair. “It can…but if the man is mindful, as well as passionate, then it will be over with quickly. And after that, there is no pain, only pleasure.” He hesitated. “If you do not feel ready, my love, then say so now. I shall not pressure you, if you have any doubts. I will wait for you.”
She inhaled deeply, thinking about it. She knew that he spoke the truth; hewouldwait for her, until she felt ready. He had given her the choice. What did she want to do?
She stared up at the dome of blue sky above them. A flock of birds were circling high in the air, twisting and turning in a perfectly synchronised dance. For a moment, she was captivated by their skill and beauty. What would it be like, to fly in the air like that, so wild and free?
The next moment, they were gone, flying off, tearing through the air. She knew, deep in her soul, that every time she saw a flock of birds dancing in the sky, she would remember this time, lying in his arms.
The first time, that they would join together, as man and woman.
Slowly, she turned back to him. “I am ready. And more than that, I want to, so much, my love.”
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He exhaled slowly, stroking her hair still. She felt the quiver of exaltation shuddering through him, at her words.
“I worship you,” he whispered. “For me, you are everything, my Ara. My whole reason for existing. I do not think that I was truly alive, before I met you…it was as if I was merely waiting for that moment, when you entered my life.”
She shuddered, clinging to him. “I am sorry that I ever doubted your feelings for me, now…”
He sighed deeply. “There is no need for apologies, my love. You were right to be mistrustful of me, after my deception. And I needed to prove to you that I was steadfast, and true. I hope that I have done that now. I hope that you will never have cause to doubt my deep devotion to you again.”
She exalted at his words. “I will never doubt your love again, Miles. You have shown me, in so many ways, how you feel.” She took a deep breath. “And I feel the same way. It just took me longer to realise it…”
He smiled. Slowly, he leaned down, placing his lips on her own.
It was achingly tender. A kiss that seemed to heal everything that had happened between them. Every doubt, and pain, melted away, beneath his lips. It was also a promise of his love. She could feel it, as if he was transmitting it through his lips.
Suddenly, he gripped her tighter, deepening the kiss. She felt his tongue enter her mouth, prising open her lips, plunging deep inside, as if he wanted to devour her. A spasm of pure pleasure shuddered through her. She arched her back, eagerly straining against him, opening to him.
His mouth left hers, feverishly kissing and nipping her, down the length of her neck. And then his mouth was on her ear, sucking her ear lobe gently. It was so unbearably lovely that she gasped, moaning.
Once again, she wondered dazedly how such pleasure was possible. How he could unleash it, within her, with just touch. How she had never known it was possible, before she had met him. It seemed that she had been asleep, and he had finally awoken her.
His hands had found her breasts, kneading them gently, in a circular motion. Suddenly, she felt cool air upon them. He had snaked his hand down her bodice, freeing them. He twisted the nipples beneath his fingers, pulling at them gently. Wild sensations coursed through her.
He ducked his head, eagerly seeking a nipple, pulling it into his mouth in one confident motion. Vaguely, she heard him groaning, as he suckled with abandon. She arched her back higher, her hips bucking, in an involuntary movement. A sweet, warm wetness flooded out of her.
Abruptly, she became aware of his hardness, pushing against her. She knew it was his manhood, and that he became this way when they did this, when he was aroused with passion. Her hands suddenly ached with the need to hold him, to feel this wonder at what she was doing to him.
Blindly, she groped toward him, touching him. His mouth still suckling her nipple, he convulsed at her touch. He broke the connection, staring at her with burning eyes.
She kept stroking him through the thin material of his breeches. Slowly, without taking his eyes off her, he reached down, unbuttoning himself. She glanced down quickly, as his manhood sprang out, long and firm, almost unbearably hard.
She gasped, gazing at it. It was beautiful. Hesitantly, she touched it again, feeling the skin for the first time. It was silky smooth, with a glimmer of moisture, right on the tip.
Slowly, his hand closed over hers, guiding her, up and down. He shuddered against her as the movement intensified. He took his hand away. For a moment, she hesitated, before resuming the stroke. Up and down, moving quicker. She glanced at his face. His eyes were half closed in ecstasy, as he shuddered against her again.
His lips eagerly sought her breasts again, his mouth closing over a nipple, as his fingers stroked the other. He suckled hard, his fingers matching the motion on the other nipple, tweaking it, pulling it up and down. She gasped, stroking him harder. She could feel the tension within him, building steadily higher.
