too, but fearing she might withdraw from him, he quickly pulled down the cover and slid beneath it.
“Now, your turn,” he invited and was more than relieved when she rose up on her knees to face him. Gently, he touched the white lace covering her breasts. “I don’t bite, not unless you want me to.” Lark flashed her a mesmerizing smile.
Marlee nodded, but he suspected his meaning was lost on her. Long dark strands of hair fell forward and covered her bosom. “Would your undressing me give you great pleasure?” she asked.
“Very great pleasure.”
“Then undress me, my lord, and make me yours,” she whispered. “I want to belong to you.”
“Ah, Marlee, Marlee, you’re mistress of my heart.”
Tenderly, Lark pushed her chemise down until it rested at her small waist. His throat swelled, she was so beautiful, so perfectly formed. Her breasts were thrust upward, arching toward him, taunting him to take their globular fullness within his warm hands. He responded by bringing each nipple to his lips to suckle.
A wetness gathered within the very center of Marlee’s womanhood. What Arden was doing to her felt so very wonderful that it seemed wicked to enjoy it. “Am I supposed to like this?” she asked, and her hands steadied on his broad shoulders to still the trembling which rocked through her.
His dark head moved from her breasts and he glanced up. “Don’t you like this, sweet Marlee?”
“Oh, yes, very much,” she breathed into his hair.
“Then enjoy it. There’s nothing for you to be ashamed of, frightened about.”
She swallowed convulsively. “Is there more?”
“Much more. Let me show you.”
He guided her down onto the coverlet and removed the rest of the chemise. She lay there in complete surrender before him, vulnerable and so lovely that his heart contracted. His forefinger reached out and found the sensitive bud which was hidden within the lush folds of her body. Gently, he stroked the velvet nub, feeling himself become so hard and rigid that he feared he’d soon explode.
Something was happening to her. Marlee could no longer think, could barely speak. Her whole attention was fixed on the very center of her femininity where something within her was building to a fiery peak, threatening to overflow with molten heat. “What—what are you doing to me?” she asked in a low, breathy voice.
“What’s the matter? Don’t you like it? Should I stop?”
He stilled his finger and she arched her body to make contact with his fingertip. “Please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. I—I just don’t understand what’s happening to me.”
Her eyes were glazed with desire, and her voice was thick with passion. He knew it wouldn’t be long until she found her release. “Lie still and enjoy, my love. Close your eyes and concentrate only on my finger within you, feel the pleasure it gives to you. Go on, Marlee, close your eyes.”
Like an obedient child, she did as he commanded but was very much aware when he laid beside her to suckle one of her breasts. “I’m going to take you to paradise, my love,” he promised with a spine-tingling tug upon her nipple.
Paradise meant heaven to Marlee, she’d heard a great deal about it from the minister’s sermons each Sunday. But suddenly paradise took on a whole new meaning, and it was no longer a place within the clouds. It was here and now, a physical reality. With each silken stroke of Lark’s finger, he brought her closer and closer to it.
She began to pant, writhing and arching toward the heavenly crescendo Lark promised. She wasn’t certain what she was going to feel, but what she felt now was more wonderful, so stupefying, that no words could adequately explain the intense sensations gathering and spreading like sweet wildfire between her legs. A low moaning began in her throat. She was coming to an end that was also a dazzling beginning.
Marlee’s release shook her to the very bane of her existence. Nothing and no one could have
“Now, your turn,” he invited and was more than relieved when she rose up on her knees to face him. Gently, he touched the white lace covering her breasts. “I don’t bite, not unless you want me to.” Lark flashed her a mesmerizing smile.
Marlee nodded, but he suspected his meaning was lost on her. Long dark strands of hair fell forward and covered her bosom. “Would your undressing me give you great pleasure?” she asked.
“Very great pleasure.”
“Then undress me, my lord, and make me yours,” she whispered. “I want to belong to you.”
“Ah, Marlee, Marlee, you’re mistress of my heart.”
Tenderly, Lark pushed her chemise down until it rested at her small waist. His throat swelled, she was so beautiful, so perfectly formed. Her breasts were thrust upward, arching toward him, taunting him to take their globular fullness within his warm hands. He responded by bringing each nipple to his lips to suckle.
A wetness gathered within the very center of Marlee’s womanhood. What Arden was doing to her felt so very wonderful that it seemed wicked to enjoy it. “Am I supposed to like this?” she asked, and her hands steadied on his broad shoulders to still the trembling which rocked through her.
His dark head moved from her breasts and he glanced up. “Don’t you like this, sweet Marlee?”
“Oh, yes, very much,” she breathed into his hair.
“Then enjoy it. There’s nothing for you to be ashamed of, frightened about.”
She swallowed convulsively. “Is there more?”
“Much more. Let me show you.”
He guided her down onto the coverlet and removed the rest of the chemise. She lay there in complete surrender before him, vulnerable and so lovely that his heart contracted. His forefinger reached out and found the sensitive bud which was hidden within the lush folds of her body. Gently, he stroked the velvet nub, feeling himself become so hard and rigid that he feared he’d soon explode.
Something was happening to her. Marlee could no longer think, could barely speak. Her whole attention was fixed on the very center of her femininity where something within her was building to a fiery peak, threatening to overflow with molten heat. “What—what are you doing to me?” she asked in a low, breathy voice.
“What’s the matter? Don’t you like it? Should I stop?”
He stilled his finger and she arched her body to make contact with his fingertip. “Please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. I—I just don’t understand what’s happening to me.”
Her eyes were glazed with desire, and her voice was thick with passion. He knew it wouldn’t be long until she found her release. “Lie still and enjoy, my love. Close your eyes and concentrate only on my finger within you, feel the pleasure it gives to you. Go on, Marlee, close your eyes.”
Like an obedient child, she did as he commanded but was very much aware when he laid beside her to suckle one of her breasts. “I’m going to take you to paradise, my love,” he promised with a spine-tingling tug upon her nipple.
Paradise meant heaven to Marlee, she’d heard a great deal about it from the minister’s sermons each Sunday. But suddenly paradise took on a whole new meaning, and it was no longer a place within the clouds. It was here and now, a physical reality. With each silken stroke of Lark’s finger, he brought her closer and closer to it.
She began to pant, writhing and arching toward the heavenly crescendo Lark promised. She wasn’t certain what she was going to feel, but what she felt now was more wonderful, so stupefying, that no words could adequately explain the intense sensations gathering and spreading like sweet wildfire between her legs. A low moaning began in her throat. She was coming to an end that was also a dazzling beginning.
Marlee’s release shook her to the very bane of her existence. Nothing and no one could have
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