Page 74 of Burning Secrets of a Lady's Pen
“I wanted to do this the right way,” he growled against her lips, pulling the shoulder of her nightgown down just as soon as she had finished undoing his jacket. “I wanted to lay you down on a bed, to take my time.”
Imelda laughed, the sound strangely throaty as she pushed his jacket and then his shirt from him. “I don’t care,” she returned truthfully, kissing along the curve of his jaw in that maddening way that he had done to her before. His answering groan was reward enough as she ran her eyes over his shirtless form, just as pleasing as she had imagined.
“It will have to be a short engagement,” Corin moaned, taking her other shoulder down the same path and feasting his eyes upon her as well. His hands lifted between them, taking both breasts as they became unbound in his palms and running his thumbs over her already pert nipples.
“All the better for it. Babies come early all the time.” Imelda didn’t care. She had forgotten what caution and decorum had to do with anything. Her voice was breathy, the desire in it making it wholly different.
Corin laughed, the sound dark and husky as he lowered his lips to her throat, trailing his lips down her neck and toward her collarbone. “I meant because I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you,” he whispered into her skin.
Goosebumps ran along Imelda’s flesh, the promise making her thighs press against one another as Corin’s pants hit the ground as well.
She’d never seen a naked man. Not in person. She’d seen statues, in Greece, and paintings, but none of it compared to Corin standing before her. He was lithely muscled, his hair thin and faint against his golden skin, and as her eyes drew downward she was certain that he wouldn’tfit.
Worry filled her, chased immediately away by the feel of his fingers sliding between her thighs and against the wetness she hadn’t even known had already formed there.
“Corin…”
She didn’t know if she wanted him to go slower or faster. Her head spun with the duality of it all, her breath coming in quick, short pants as he added another finger to rub against her. It felt so similar, but different, to his tongue the other night, her legs shaking as he bit and kissed his way down the swell of her breasts to her nipple.
“Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of this?” Corin asked huskily, his tongue flicking against the edge of one nipple before he moved to the other.
Imelda gasped, gripping him for dear life to keep herself on her feet.
“How long I’ve imagined myself touching you like this?” He slid one finger slowly inside of her, his thumb working that nub above where he pressed himself knuckle deep. “How long I’ve wanted to be inside of you?”
Oh…That did it. Imelda’s vision swam, her exhale unsteady as Corin lowered her slowly back onto the pile of her clothes and off of her feet. She didn’t know which way was up and which way was down. All she knew was his fingers and mouth against her.
Unbidden, she opened her thighs, asking him for more as he slid his finger inside of her once again, curling and twisting with the quick movements of his thumb until she was arching up into him.
“Please, Corin,” she begged, the words tumbling out of her mouth.
He licked and bit at her nipple, his hardness pressing against her thigh as he settled himself between her spread legs.
“Please what?” he demanded of her, adding a second finger, stretching her until she could see black dots behind the lids she so hurriedly slammed shut.
“God, Corin, please,” she moaned, twisting her hips up into him and gasping at the sudden pinch of discomfort that came from it. But Corin flicked at her nipple with his tongue again, adjusting that pressure on the sensitive nub above his working fingers until she could barely feel that discomfort at all.
“Corin!”
“Tell me what you want, Imelda,” Corin demanded hotly at her throat, kissing his way back up and resting his forehead against hers.
“You,” Imelda groaned, pulling at his shoulders and begging for relief from that crescendo inside of her. “Please, just you.”
Like her words had broken the dam, Corin moved, his fingers pulling from her despite her mew of disappointment. But it was short-lived.
She could feel him, positioned against her, that first push making her lips fly open along with her eyes as she adjusted to the size of just the tip of him.
But again, he anticipated her reaction, his lips falling to hers and quieting the sudden noise that left her.
He kissed her until she couldn’t see straight, his hand falling back between them to run his fingers against her already on-fire flesh above where they were joined as he pushed inch by inch into her.
“Imelda, you’re mine,” he whispered against her lips, his teeth pulling at them as he pushed until their hips were all but glued together.
Imelda agreed with the sentiment.
She felt…full. Stretched. Thin. Like she had been pulled in too many directions at once, his fingers still moving and her whole body bowing as he found the right rhythm.
“Oh!”
