Page 62 of Snowbound with the Scoundrel
He gave an appreciative huff as he stroked a hand down her side.“Oh, I want to do this, all right.”He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and brushed a kiss across her lips.“Trust me,” he whispered.
He kissed her lazily, seeming to savor her sharp intake of breath, the way her lip quavered when he brushed his tongue across it, asking her to open, and the way she relaxed against him as he deepened the kiss.Rupert was patient, and Rupert was kind, and he kissed her as if he had all the time in the world.As ifhehad been the one to just receive a satisfying release and he now had no thought in his head beyond pleasing her.
His hands explored her body with equal nonchalance, delighting not just in the shape of her breasts or the treasure that lay between her thighs, but in the curve of her neck, the tender skin on the inside of her arm, and the full length of her spine.
By the time his warm hands found her breasts, her breath was coming fast again.She curled a leg around his hip, which had the effect of bringing the tender flesh between her legs into contact with the underside of his hardened cock.Whimpering, Clarissa couldn’t help but squirm against him.
“That’s it, Claire,” he said encouragingly, sounding slightly breathless himself.“Do what feels good.”
“Is it time to… to…”
He pressed his forehead against hers.“Soon, I promise.”
Rupert’s definition ofsoondiffered from Clarissa’s, for he continued kissing her as if he hadn’t a care in the world.It took her a few minutes to find the right angle, the right rhythm, but she figured outjusthow to rub herself against his thickness.
“Ah, Claire,” he gasped, burying his face in her shoulder.“You’re s-so good at this.”He gave a breathless laugh.“I’d best get you ready before I spill in the… I was going to say sheets, but I don’t guess there are any.”
“I’m ready,” she insisted, trying once again to pull him on top of her.
His voice was deep as he murmured, “Let’s just see, shall we?”
He reached between her legs, and she moaned because his thumb returned to that little spot where she loved to be rubbed.But this time, he also slid his middle finger inside her.
He made it about as far as his middle knuckle before she couldn’t help but stiffen.“Shh, it’s all right,” he said, pressing kisses against her neck.“Give yourself a minute to adjust.”
Just like that, he was back to his patient kisses and not-a-care-in-the-world caresses, but this time he accompanied them with little swirling strokes of his thumb upon her nubbin.It feltso good, and it almost came as a shock when Clarissa felt Rupert’s hand come into contact with her outer petals.While he had been working on her, he had managed to slide his finger in fully, and she hadn’t felt any pain, none at all.
“Hold on,” he said, his voice growing tight.“Let me add one more finger.”
She nodded against his throat, and he continued his gentle torture.The second finger took a little coaxing but went in far more easily than Clarissa would ever have guessed, and before she knew it, Rupert was withdrawing his hands.
Her throat seized.It was time, at last.
But instead of settling between her thighs, Rupert rolled onto his back.His engorged cock settled on his stomach, pointing up toward his chin.“Go on, then,” he said, patting his hip.“Climb aboard.”
Clarissa started.“You want me to… to…”
“If you’d like.I haven’t got any experience with deflowering virgins.But there are certain advantages to this position that I think will serve us well.”
“All right,” Clarissa said, suddenly feeling shy.She’d been naked with Rupert for the last half hour, but she hadn’t felt nearly as exposed when they were snuggled up together beneath the blankets as when she was sitting up straight, straddling him.But the warm admiration and naked longing in his eyes went a long way toward reassuring her.
She had a general idea how they fit together, and, taking his member in her hand, positioned him at her slick entrance.“Should I, er…”
“Do whatever feels good for you.”She started to slide down, and his eyes lolled back in his head.“God, Claire!You feelso good…”
She smiled.It felt… strange, having him inside of her.She felt stretched, just a little bittoofull.She only managed to sink an inch or two down his length.
But Rupert didn’t complain.Instead, he brought his hand to the juncture of her thighs and resumed teasing that little spot that was the center of all things delightful.
“Mmm,” she moaned, tossing her head back.“That feels good.”
“My God, if you’re not the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen,” he said, swirling his fingers faster.“See if you can sink down another inch for me, Claire.”
She complied with a whimper.It was going well until it wasn’t.Without realizing it, she reached her barrier, which suddenly gave way with a sharp tear.
“Son of acucumber!”she shouted, shuddering this time with pain rather than pleasure.
“Oh, sweet Claire,” Rupert said, stroking her hip.“I take it we just located your maidenhead.”
