Page 65 of The Pursuit of Mrs. Pennyworth
A blush rose to her cheeks, making her feel foolish. After all, she’d been married before. But perhaps whatever it was Elliot had planned for her would be something different. She shivered in anticipation.
He then proceeded to remove his necktie, vest, and shirt. Whether he took his time because of the pain, or to provide her with a show, she didn’t know, or care. Her heart sped up, her senses caught in the view of his body as he uncovered his chest. She’d seen his upper body before, when she’d tended to him, but he’d been lying down, and fighting pain. Now he was all golden-skinned male, muscular, and not looking at all like the patient she’d nursed.
Unconsciously, she licked her lips, until Elliot growled, “Sweetheart, don’t do that.”
* * *
Elliot removedhis boots and stockings, and then climbed onto the bed, leaving on his pants. The bed dipped with his weight, causing Charlotte to slide over, bumping into his hip. Gently, he used both hands this time to cup her face and kiss her lips. The slight pain in his arm at the movement was well worth the feel of her warm, plush lips under his.
Although he did not consider himself any sort of a rake, he’d had his share of women over the years, but never had he felt this intense compulsion to have a woman underneath him. To own her, mark her as his, and his alone. He ran his fingers through her silky hair, loving the feel of it, and the flowery scent that came from the golden locks.
Unable to wait any longer, he unbuttoned the front of her nightgown, spreading the flaps, revealing her deep cherry nipples, already tightened and begging for his mouth. He pushed the gown off her shoulders, allowing the material to puddle into her lap. Gently, his hand outlined the circle of her breast, his fingers trembling as he skimmed his thumb over the taut nipple, eliciting a gasp from Charlotte. “Do you like that?” His voice was a hoarse whisper,
She nodded, again biting her lip. Almost shy, even though she’d been married. Her initial reluctance faded as he leaned in and covered her lips with his. His gentle kiss turned into something hard and searching, frantic and possessive, as his arm encircled her body, and he tugged her to his chest. Flesh-to-flesh. His lips continued to explore her delicate, ivory skin as he seared a path down her neck to her shoulders.
Hesitantly, she placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned back, granting him access to her breasts, which he took advantage of, pulling the pouting nipple into his mouth, biting lightly, then suckling, until he felt her shift to lie down on the bed.
He stopped her. “Let’s get rid of the rest of these clothes.” Inch by inch, to avoid as much pain as he could, he pulled the nightgown off her slim body. To his surprise and delight, she unbuttoned his pants, and slid them down, taking his knickers with them.
He took his time to study her in the light from the oil lamp as he ran his palm over her curves. “You are so beautiful you take my breath away.” Sliding down, he gathered her into his arms and kissed her with the reverence and care this first joining between them deserved. She tasted of sweetness and woman. He could spend hours just kissing her, but he’d waited too long for this to not continue onto its desperately needed conclusion.
Moving his hand from her waist, he kneaded her breast, while his thumb brushed back and forth over her nipple. Her light moans, and the tightening of her fingers on his shoulders stirred him further. He moved his head down, and drew her breast into his mouth, suckling, smiling against her silky skin as she pushed herself closer.
Elliot grabbed her hand and placed it on his waiting manhood. “I ache to feel your hands on me.”
“I want to touch you, too. Your thing feels so soft and hard at the same time.”
He choked, holding back a laugh. “Mything?”
She dipped her head. “Well, I don’t know what to call it.”
He laughed and moved her hand over him. Lord, she sounded like an untried miss, and everything protective and male in him rose to the surface, overwhelming him with tenderness.
Her grip was delicate at first, then she grew bolder, squeezing, sliding her hand up and down, her thumb teasing the tip where a drop of liquid had escaped. Not wanting to discourage her newfound boldness, he gritted his teeth until he thought his jaw would snap. Finally, his forehead beaded with sweat, he took her hand to place it on his shoulder. “That is about all I can take, sweetheart.”
He shifted his mouth to give attention to her other breast and slid his hand from her hip to the warm folds between her legs. He grunted with male satisfaction to find her swollen and moist.
At his whispered command, she parted her legs. His fingers circled her flesh, the sound of his strokes, and the scent of her arousal, driving him further. At this rate, he would burst long before he slid inside her. Not one to take his pleasure before his lover, he increased his attentions to her center. “Sweetheart, does that feel good? What do you like? Tell me how I can help you reach a climax.”
“Climax?”
He stopped. “Yes, your woman’s pleasure?”
She shook her head.
“An orgasm?”
When she continued to study him, her brow furrowed, he realized she had no idea what he was talking about. Both disgusted with her deceased husband for neglecting her needs, but at the same time, elated to be the one to show her the true pleasure of lovemaking, he said, “Trust me, my sweet.”
He returned his mouth to her breast and grazed her nipple with his teeth, then suckled again, hard. She moaned and wrapped her hands around his neck, her fingernails digging into his flesh. Slowly, he left her breast and kissed his way down her body, using his fingers to continue plucking her nipples. Easing down, he lingered in spots to nip and soothe her skin. His tongue dipped into her belly button, licking, sucking at her skin.
He glanced up, catching her staring down at him, her eyes wide as he moved even lower until his chin brushed the top of the golden curls nestled above her feminine sweetness. “Trust me, sweeting, let me worship you here.”
He spread her legs further and dipped his head between her thighs and ran his tongue over her moist, swollen petals. She stiffened and gripped the sheets. “Oh, I don’t think that’s allowed.”
He grinned against her heat. “When we are alone together in bed, everything we both agree to, is allowed. Now just lie back and enjoy the ride. I will be here to catch you when you fly.”
His lips suckled, licked, teased, nipped until her hands fisted his hair and a low keening sound started from deep inside her and she stiffened her legs. Her hips rose, pressing the center of her pleasure against his mouth. “Oh, yes, yes,” she gasped.
