Page 21 of A Rogue for Christmas
He pushed her chemise off her shoulders and cupped her breasts. “And you, my dear, are delightfully soft.”
She fell onto her back, tugging him over her, and he went willingly. His mind was filled with everything he wanted to do with this woman. But somehow he needed to slow down, or it would be over far too soon and her only memory of her first coupling would be how much it had hurt.
He shifted lower and took one breast into his mouth, delighting in her taste and in the way she gasped and threaded her fingers through his hair. He spent some time there, going from one breast to the other, feeling the racing of her heart under his mouth and hands. But he wasn’t a patient man, and his body was already threatening to spill. He’d already waited forever for Iris.
He trailed lower, kissing her belly as he tugged the chemise down below her hips. Somehow he kept from tearing the fabric as he shifted to the side and dragged it down her legs.
He rose up onto his arms then, looking down the length of her body. Iris bit her lower lip as she waited for him.
He hadn’t thought it possible for a woman to take his breath away, but Iris did just that. And it wasn’t because she was laid out in wanton abandon. No, he’d had his fill of women who were comfortable with their sexuality. But Iris’s trust humbled him. He was her first, and God willing, he was going to be her last. The only man to see her this way.
“Do you trust me?” Her actions said that she did, but he needed to hear the words.
“Yes.”
“Good girl. Now open your legs for me.”
It took her a few seconds, but with a nod and a tremulous smile, she did just that.
And then he showed her just how he could pleasure her without any pain. First with his fingers, and then with his mouth. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to get enough of this woman. The way she gasped in shock, then moaned in pleasure.
And her whispered “Harry” when he covered her mound with his mouth had him almost spilling against the sheets.
It didn’t take him long to bring her to her first release that way, and then he moved into place over her. She kissed him with abandon, not caring that he tasted of her.
He pushed into her, spearing into her with one quick thrust, and then stilled once her body gripped him.
He’d heard her gasp of pain, but they’d needed to move past that part quickly. He’d never taken a woman’s maidenhead, and he was probably bungling the entire affair, but somehow he found the strength to hold still.
Her teeth had clamped down on the skin of his shoulder, and he wondered for a moment if she’d drawn blood. Given that he’d breached her like an inexperienced youth, he wasn’t about to complain if she had.
Because the slight sting of her bite was nothing compared to the bliss of being inside her. Mingled with the torture of not moving.
He kissed her, hoping to bring her back to pleasure. She tore her mouth from his after a few seconds and stared at him.
“You’re so big.”
He groaned and closed his eyes. This woman was trying to kill him.
“Does it still hurt?”
A small vee formed between her brows. “I don’t think so.”
He took a deep breath and summoned the willpower to draw out of her body slowly before easing back into her.
Her eyes closed, and her mouth dropped open.
He watched her carefully. “How about now?”
“Do that again.”
He let out a relieved breath. “With pleasure, my lady.”
And he made love to her then, moving in and out of her with care. Never before had he taken equal pleasure in watching the joy he wrung from his bed partner. Oh, he made sure they experienced pleasure—he wasn’t that selfish—but their satisfaction had never served to intensify his own.
But with Iris… Each time she moaned and clutched at him, the way her legs came up to embrace him… He felt as though his heart was going to explode.
Finally she came, and somehow he had the presence of mind to swallow her cries of pleasure with his kiss. When he pulled out of her to finish, he vowed that one day, soon, he wouldn’t need to take such precautions. Because Iris was his.
