Page 82 of The Burning Passion of a Fiery Lady
She took off her shawl, trailing it behind her on the floor, staring at him over her shoulder. She was rewarded with a look of such hungry, naked desire on his face that she shivered in anticipation again.
She kept walking, slowly, glancing behind her as she headed towards their room, smiling flirtatiously. He followed, deliberately keeping a provocative distance between them, so that he could observe her as she almost danced along, his eyes narrowed.
Finally, she reached the door, pushing it open. With a final backward glance at him, she entered. He waited one moment, smiling, before he followed her inside.
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She stood in the room, near the neatly made bed, turning around slowly to face him.
He walked towards her, slowly, his gaze intent.
“May I undress you?” he asked in a low voice. “I have never seen you fully naked before, so that I may feast my eyes upon you …”
She gasped, deep in her throat. The power of speech seemed to have deserted her entirely. She merely nodded, gazing at him with eyes deep with desire.
He didn’t say anything more, either. There didn’t seem to be any need, anymore.
He walked slowly around her, his eyes narrowed, breathing heavily. And then, she felt him carefully unbuttoning her wedding gown, a row of pearl buttons, at the back of her gown.
He was patient and methodical as he unbuttoned her. She felt the gown finally part beneath his fingers, falling to the floor in a rush. She was standing there in her undergarments …
Within seconds, he had taken them off, too, so that they lay discarded on the floor. She stepped away from the clothing, turning around to face him, entirely naked.
He gasped, his eyes darkening with lust as they trailed over her form, lingering on her full, heavy breasts, before narrowing on the triangle of hair covering her womanhood.
“You are magnificent,” he panted, his breath strangled. “I have never seen a more beautiful woman than you, Susannah …”
She basked in his admiration, feeling it like a warm light, completely enclosing her. She held out one hand towards him.
“Come to me, my love,” she whispered. “Come to me, husband …”
He didn’t need to be beckoned twice. Within seconds, he had pulled her into his arms, his hands all over her, touching her feverishly.
In a dream, they fell onto the bed, still caressing each other. She gloried in the touch of his skin, so smooth and masculine, beneath her hands, drifting over his chest, where a smattering of dark hair covered it.
Her hands drifted lower, to his other hair, down below. With a confident motion, she grasped him firmly, sliding her hand up and down his shaft. He quivered, shuddering, his eyes closing in ecstasy as her hand began to move quicker still.
She felt a warm wetness seep out of her as she touched him, basking in his masculine beauty. Moisture appeared at the end of his shaft, single drops, just for her. She rubbed them, her fingers gently touching his tip until he was groaning with pure need.
“Enough of your playfulness,” he whispered, roughly spinning her around on the bed, so that she was lying beneath him. “I think that we need to get a little more serious …”
He nipped her neck causing her to cry out, before trailing down her body. His mouth found a nipple, suckling deeply. Her cries intensified as she arched her back with pure need. It was so wonderful that she was almost delirious with pleasure, already.
His mouth drifted lower, over her flat abdomen, kissing her belly button. As his fingers parted her legs, slipping between them to explore her moist folds, his mouth reached her sensitive point.
Her eyes flew open. Was he about to …?
He was. Within seconds, his tongue was lapping her folds, licking her with abandon, teasing the tip of her pleasure. She quivered, almost spasming beneath the onslaught of sensation. It was cold and wet, and so overwhelmingly sexy that she suddenly felt as if a fever was breaking out over her skin.
She heard herself groan, deep in her throat as her legs widened, falling outwards to give him better access. His tongue was probing her now, sliding in and out of her before resuming its attention on her tip.
He flicked it quickly, and she bucked. But before she could drown in these alarmingly new pleasurable sensations, he had changed things, once again.
His whole mouth was over the tip of her pleasure now. He drew it into his mouth, suckling it, in the same way that he had suckled her nipple, just moments before.
She jolted, involuntarily, feeling as if some wild energy was coursing through her. It was so good, she almost couldn’t stand it. He sensed her ambivalence and steadied her with his hands, holding her down, so that he could continue his work.
He kept suckling, increasing the pressure. She twisted her head from side to side as the sensations intensified. She felt like she was riding a wave; a wave that was looming higher and higher. Just when she felt it couldn’t possibly get any better, it did. And then, it deepened.
