said after a long moment. "What do you want me to do?"
“Well, I think—I'm going to kiss you, all right?”
He lightly cupped her face in his hands and brought his mouth her hers, his lips soft and very gentle. He stayed like that for a moment, then he pressed forward just a little more, his tongue lightly touching, parting her lips a little, flicking the tiniest bit. Arissa clung to him, the currents of his arousal, his nervousness, his hunger moving around her.
He drew away a little to look into her eyes. “Was that all right?”
The question didn’t even make sense. His kiss was likely the most amazing thing she had ever felt. Her mouth was tingling from it. She couldn’t even form words to describe it.
He was still looking down at her questioningly. Mutely, she nodded.
“Do you want to keep going?”
She nodded again and looked at his mouth as he leaned closer, tilting her face up to meet him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and this time she let her lips part easily when he deepened the kiss. She clung to him as he explored, his arms going around her to draw her close.
He never stopped kissing her, her face, her eyelids, his touch gentle as he drew her into the bedroom. He carefully took the clips from her hair, threaded his fingers through her curls, his heart hammering under her hand when she put her palm to his chest.
He coaxed the straps of her dress over her shoulders. The shimmersilk dress, heavy with beading, slid quickly to the floor. She tensed, using her arms to cover her breasts.
He sat down on the bed and she realized he was concerned his height might be intimidating. He looked up at her, his fingers lightly tracing her sides, waiting.
She knew if she drew back, turned away, reached for her dress, he would let her go without a word of rebuke or disappointment. This was her choice.
Shaking, she lowered her arms.
He held her gaze for a moment then lowered his eyes to look at her.
“They’re usually bigger,” she blurted. “I mean, they were before I left home but I’m so skinny now— oh! ”
She broke off as his mouth covered the peak of her breast.
The moist heat of it tightened her center, her own heat thrumming now through her. He drew the nipple into his mouth with gentle suction, his tongue moving over the peak.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his lips tracing across her chest to the other breast. He took longer with this one, nuzzling a bit before his mouth touched her nipple with tantalizing possessiveness.
He held her by the waist again, and her palms pressed down on his shoulders, her knees so weak now that he was helping her stay upright.
When he drew back his eyes were big with desire. He held her gaze as his fingers found the edges of her underwear and slowly slid them down.
She was bare before him now and his eyes softened as they went to the dark hair between her legs. His hands rested on her hips for a moment then slid his palms over her hipbones, touching the dark hair with the pads of his thumbs. His thumb touched the very apex between her legs, his stroke sending jolts of pleasure through her.
She felt tight, tingly there now, looking down at him with wide eyes and something in her expression made his mouth take on a tender curve.
He reached for the fastenings of his shirt. “Do you want to do it or do you want me to?”
By way of answering she reached for the closures. It wasn’t easy to undo them with her fingers shaking so but after a time she managed. She pushed at the shirt and he shrugged it away to let it fall to the floor. He got his boots off and stood to bring her hand to waist of his trousers.
“Me or you?”
Her heart was hammering in her chest. The pants were harder to undo, maybe because she could see the curve of his arousal there. In the end he had to help her.
He was in his undershorts now and cupped her face to press another kiss to her mouth. He deepened the kiss as he urged her back onto the bed and the warmth of his body
“Well, I think—I'm going to kiss you, all right?”
He lightly cupped her face in his hands and brought his mouth her hers, his lips soft and very gentle. He stayed like that for a moment, then he pressed forward just a little more, his tongue lightly touching, parting her lips a little, flicking the tiniest bit. Arissa clung to him, the currents of his arousal, his nervousness, his hunger moving around her.
He drew away a little to look into her eyes. “Was that all right?”
The question didn’t even make sense. His kiss was likely the most amazing thing she had ever felt. Her mouth was tingling from it. She couldn’t even form words to describe it.
He was still looking down at her questioningly. Mutely, she nodded.
“Do you want to keep going?”
She nodded again and looked at his mouth as he leaned closer, tilting her face up to meet him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and this time she let her lips part easily when he deepened the kiss. She clung to him as he explored, his arms going around her to draw her close.
He never stopped kissing her, her face, her eyelids, his touch gentle as he drew her into the bedroom. He carefully took the clips from her hair, threaded his fingers through her curls, his heart hammering under her hand when she put her palm to his chest.
He coaxed the straps of her dress over her shoulders. The shimmersilk dress, heavy with beading, slid quickly to the floor. She tensed, using her arms to cover her breasts.
He sat down on the bed and she realized he was concerned his height might be intimidating. He looked up at her, his fingers lightly tracing her sides, waiting.
She knew if she drew back, turned away, reached for her dress, he would let her go without a word of rebuke or disappointment. This was her choice.
Shaking, she lowered her arms.
He held her gaze for a moment then lowered his eyes to look at her.
“They’re usually bigger,” she blurted. “I mean, they were before I left home but I’m so skinny now— oh! ”
She broke off as his mouth covered the peak of her breast.
The moist heat of it tightened her center, her own heat thrumming now through her. He drew the nipple into his mouth with gentle suction, his tongue moving over the peak.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his lips tracing across her chest to the other breast. He took longer with this one, nuzzling a bit before his mouth touched her nipple with tantalizing possessiveness.
He held her by the waist again, and her palms pressed down on his shoulders, her knees so weak now that he was helping her stay upright.
When he drew back his eyes were big with desire. He held her gaze as his fingers found the edges of her underwear and slowly slid them down.
She was bare before him now and his eyes softened as they went to the dark hair between her legs. His hands rested on her hips for a moment then slid his palms over her hipbones, touching the dark hair with the pads of his thumbs. His thumb touched the very apex between her legs, his stroke sending jolts of pleasure through her.
She felt tight, tingly there now, looking down at him with wide eyes and something in her expression made his mouth take on a tender curve.
He reached for the fastenings of his shirt. “Do you want to do it or do you want me to?”
By way of answering she reached for the closures. It wasn’t easy to undo them with her fingers shaking so but after a time she managed. She pushed at the shirt and he shrugged it away to let it fall to the floor. He got his boots off and stood to bring her hand to waist of his trousers.
“Me or you?”
Her heart was hammering in her chest. The pants were harder to undo, maybe because she could see the curve of his arousal there. In the end he had to help her.
He was in his undershorts now and cupped her face to press another kiss to her mouth. He deepened the kiss as he urged her back onto the bed and the warmth of his body
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