Page 68 of The Sea Siren of Broadwater Bottom
“Yes?” she breathed.
He stroked his hands up and down her calves. “I am given to understand that you will like it.”
“According to Ovid?”
“According to Ovid,” he agreed with a grin. He pressed a kiss into the inside of one of her thighs, merely inches from her pulsing core. “But if you would rather I not—”
“No! That is to say—” Goodness, could her face get any hotter? “I think you’re right, and that I will… uh… like it. Very much.”
After all, shehadread Ovid, as well as a variety of ancient authors who were equally explicit, and she had been touching herself for years. She’d honestly never thought she would receive such a gift, but the thought of Edward kissing her on that special spot? She shivered in anticipation.
He gave her a crooked smile. “Let’s see, shall we?”
And then he lowered his mouth. She felt his warm breath against her intimate skin, and she couldn’t help but squirm. He kissed her reverently, as if there was nothing else in the world he would rather be doing, as if this was something he had dreamed of. He kissed every inch of her inner folds before settling his mouth over the special nub between her legs. Glancing up at her with those brilliant blue eyes, he began stroking her with his tongue.
And—oh good gracious heaven—the swirl of his tongue over that sensitive little spot… This must be what it felt like to be drunk on ambrosia, because it felt like the nectar of the gods was running through her veins. She was writhing on the bed, babbling nonsense, and she felt his hands upon her hips in a touch that was partly a caress, and partly to hold her in place.
She glanced down at him, and those blue eyes were still upon her, studying her every reaction, homing in on the strokes that pleased her the most. Elissa could tell by the crinkles around his eyes that he was enjoying her uninhibited reaction, but he didn’t stop, not even for a second, he was so intent on pleasing her. He increased his pace, flicking his tongue light and fast over her nub, and nothing, nothing in the whole entire world, had ever felt so good.
She tossed her head to the side and encountered the soft satin of his dressing gown against her cheek. And there it was—bergamot. The scent of all her hopeless girlhood dreams that tonight were coming true pushed her right to the brink. He held her on that edge, where the pleasure was most exquisite, for the space of a few heartbeats, and then the wave crested and she cried out. Her legs began shaking uncontrollably, and she felt everything between them pulsing again and again in the most beautiful pleasure she had ever known.
Eventually the room stopped spinning, and Edward’s dimples swam into focus. While she’d been busy convulsing, he’d slid up the bed and now hovered beside her. He looked boyish, almost giddy. “I did it!”
She laughed. “You did!” She looped her arms up around his neck. “Thank you, Edward. That waswonderful.”
“Truly?”
“Truly.” She kissed him, then pulled back, blushing. “Better than anything I have ever known.”
He looked tremendously pleased, but as her hand began tracing the contours of his chest, he groaned.
He surprised her by climbing off the bed. He shucked his trousers, then crossed to her dressing table in two steps and fished something out of the glass he had brought with him. This gave Elissa an impressive view of his backside, which was so taut it had a fascinating little dimple in the side of it.
When he turned around, her mouth fell open. Of course, being an innocent, she hadn’t been quite sure what to expect. But she hadn’t realized that his member would be so… so…
Elissa swallowed thickly. Nothing she had read in Ovid could have prepared her for this.
* * *
Edward blottedthe sheath he had removed from the glass on a towel then slid it over his straining cock, tying the ribbon with hands that shook. He glanced over at Elissa, who was peering at him with huge eyes from the bed. “Is everything all right?”
“Yes!” she squeaked.
His brain wasn’t functioning so well, because he had reached this moment in which he was finally,finallygoing to make love to a woman, and not just any woman, but his beautiful, beloved Elissa. But he registered that she was nervous. Having secured the sheath, he lay down next to her and hugged her close. In spite of her anxious expression, she immediately rolled onto her back, pulling him on top of her and spreading her legs for him. A feral groan emerged from his throat. There was some primal recess of his brain that liked having Elissa naked beneath him, that liked itvery much.
He felt a vein pop out on the side of his neck, but he took a deep breath, studying her for any sign of uncertainty. “You’re sure about this, Elissa?”
She nodded tightly. “Completely sure.”
“Because if you’re not, we don’t have to—”
“I want to do this with you, Edward.”
“It’s just that I would never do anything to hurt you, or dishonor you, or—”
She framed his face in both of her hands and brought her lips up to meet his. “I love you, Edward. Make me yours.”
He really couldn’t deny himself any longer after that. He reached a shaking hand between her legs and felt around until he found her opening. He guided his cock there and slowly began to press forward.
