“Mmm-hmm,” he said, his jaw tense.
“Should I put my mouth on you like you do to me?”
“God, yes.” When she bent, he caught her shoulders. “Not tonight, sweet. Tonight is for you.”
Before she could object, his hands were back on her bodice, making quick work of the bindings and tapes. He slid it off her shoulders and helped her extract her arms, then turned herabout so he could unpin her skirts. “You seem to know quite a lot about how to remove a lady’s clothing,” she observed.
“Do I?”
She rose and stepped out of her petticoats, and he stood and loosened the laces of her stays. When those dropped away, he slid the shift off her shoulders and down her back until it pooled at her feet. She stepped out of her shoes and would have bent to loosen her garters, but his hand came around her waist and pulled her bare bottom against his male member. His other arm slid over her breasts, and his hand fondled one, then the other, as his mouth teased her neck and shoulder.
Katie closed her eyes, lost in the sensations overwhelming her. The fire was warm, but not nearly as hot as his body pressed against hers. She leaned against him when her legs threatened to give way, especially when he dipped a hand between her legs and explored gently.
His fingers slid against her until she was wet, and then he dipped inside her, withdrawing to tease the part of her that was the most sensitive. She writhed against him as he repeated the process, moving slower or quicker so she didn’t know what to expect and was panting for release. “Carlisle, I need…”
“I know, sweet. Lie down on your cloak.” He guided her down on her back and then knelt over her. Still throbbing for him, she opened her legs, hoping he would touch her, lick her, bring her the release her body ached for. Instead, he slid over her, and his lips brushed hers.
She arched her hips to increase the contact, but he grasped them and held them in place. “I’m told it hurts the first time.”
Katie’s eyes met his.
“I’ll be as gentle as I can be.”
She nodded and wrapped her arms about his neck. She trusted him. He’d given her nothing but pleasure. She trembled as one of his hands slid from her hip between them. He nudgedher leg up and over his waist, and she felt a moment of fear. This was it. The end of her virginity.
“You can tell me to stop at any time,” he murmured, his gaze on hers.
She nodded tightly, and then his hand was on her sex again, stroking gently until she relaxed and opened for him. His fingers found that tender place again and circled it. Katie inhaled sharply as pleasure crashed through her. She cried out as he brought her higher until she saw stars when she closed her eyes.
And then she felt him enter her, not fully, just an inch or so. She opened her eyes and found him watching her. “Yes?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He moved deeper, the sensation slightly uncomfortable, but she was still feeling the waves of pleasure crashing through her. The pressure of him seemed to only increase that sensation. She thought,This isn’t so bad.
And then he shifted his hips, and she felt the pain as he entered her fully. She gasped in a breath and stilled, and her gaze collided with his.
“I’m sorry.” His voice was tight. In fact, his biceps were hard as rocks, and she knew he was exercising as much control as he could. “I can tell that hurt.”
“Is there more of you?” she asked.
“I’m fully sheathed.”
“Then it’s not so bad.” She was adjusting to him, but she was also ready to have her body back. “Is that all there is to the act? Did you climax?”
“I generally have to move for that to happen.”
“Move?”
She could see he was trying not to smile but was losing the battle. “Shall I show you?”
She considered. She liked when his fingers moved inside her, but this part of him was much thicker than his fingers.
“Or we could stop now…” His voice held a note of pleading, and she knew the last thing he wanted to do was stop.
“We might as well do the whole act. Go ahead and move.”
He raised his brows, probably because she sounded so resigned. “You will like this next time, or perhaps the time after.”
