He must have heard it because his eyes darkened suddenly, and even more air escaped her lungs.
Richard stepped closer, now a mere breath away, his touch setting her alight as his hands rested on her hips.
“Nancy,” he mumbled, his grip tightening slightly.
And then, his lips were on hers.
Nancy had imagined what her first kiss would feel like, had fantasized about the butterflies she had read about in books and craved the warmth she had dreamt of on warm, sunny days in her mother’s garden.
But none of that compared to this moment.
Richard had always seemed somewhat overwhelming to her. And especially now, that notion rang true.
His touch burned her sweetly, more so than the whiskey had, as he held her close, demolishing every single thought in her mind with his lips. His mouth moved hotly against hers, insistent and demanding, and it wasn’t long before her lips parted to welcome his tongue, moaning into his mouth as it caressed hers heavily.
His grip on her hips tightened, and before she knew what was happening, he lifted her onto his desk, giving himself more access as he wedged himself between her legs. One of his hands cradled her face, his thumb drawing circles on her cheek while the other ran up her thigh, slipping under the silk fabric of her nightgown.
Nancy shivered, whimpering as his hands continued to explore her, and she braced her hands against his shoulders, knowing nothing more than her desire to have him even closer than he had been.
“My God, Nancy,” he panted against her lips, pressing forward.
Just as his thumb trailed up her inner thigh, anticipation thrummed in her veins, and her breath hitched in her throat as his teasing hand finally slid between her legs, his fingertips brushing against her damp center.
“Don’t fret, darling,” he whispered against her jaw. “I’m going to take very good care of you.”
And then he slid a finger inside her.
A breathless moan escaped her lips, and she clapped a hand over her mouth, the other twisting into his soft hair in an effort to ground herself somehow.
The sensations coursing through her were strange but not unwelcome, fueling the desire for more with every passing second.
Richard worked his finger in and out of her slowly, trailing kisses down her neck. Somehow, he managed to slide her dressing gown off her shoulders. Next, he slid the thin straps of her nightdress too, and the fabric pooled down in her lap, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the study.
“Mmm,” Richard growled as he lowered his head to her chest, his lips parting over her breast to take a nipple into his mouth.
Nancy gasped into her hand, her eyes squeezing shut as she willed herself not to feel too overwhelmed, shaking when he slid a second finger inside her.
“Don’t hold back,” Richard hummed in disapproval, the pet name sounding like a purr, making her heart pound erratically.
“Let me hear all the pretty sounds you’ll make because of me. Let me know just how much you like this.”
Embarrassment burned in her cheeks, and she whined pathetically, still doing what he asked, her now free hand clenching the sheets as his fingers began to slide in and out of her at a faster pace.
She could feel the shattered pieces of her self-control turn to ash, and she dug her fingernails into his back as his fingers increased their pace, stroking her insistently.
Something heavy in her stomach began to unfurl, gradually fueling her with desperation that spilled out in broken moans as the tension rose.
“R-Richard—please?—”
It hit her like a sudden storm, causing her back to arch, her toes curling as the waves of pleasure ripped through her.
She held onto her husband tightly, the sensation sizzling over every nerve within her until she was left panting helplessly.
That… was unlike anything she had ever felt before in her life.
Just as she opened her eyes, she yanked Richard close and kissed him, still dazed from the newfound sensations.
She must have pulled at him clumsily, because she suddenly heard something fall off his desk and land heavily on the floor. The sound startled her such that she nearly yelped, breaking the kiss.
