Soon, his shirt had been tossed aside, and she was free to explore his torso as she wished, immediately enthralled by the firm muscles that had easily caught her in the carriage after their wedding. Every groove and dip in his flesh felt as though he had been painstakingly crafted by God, fashioned into a possible weapon that would be her undoing.
The sentiment rang true when he picked her up easily, chuckling at the startled squeal that escaped her lips as he carried her to the bed. Nancy’s heart skipped a beat as he lowered her onto his sheets as delicately as one would be if they were handling something precious.
Gently, Richard kissed her cheek, pressing another kiss to her jaw then another to her neck, each one filling every part of her with indescribable warmth.
As he showered her with fleeting kisses, his hand tugged at the strings at the back of her corset, soon managing to free her bosom.
He tossed it aside and guided her to lie down on her back, leaning over her to claim her lips once more until she was breathless. Shortly after, she felt his hand slowly trail up her thigh, edging up higher beneath her chemise.
A noise of protest left Nancy’s lips as he pulled away slightly, but he didn’t go far, gently tugging off her chemise and tossing it aside, finally baring her before him.
It felt a little too late to feel ashamed, but still, the emotion flashed through her, and impulsively, she pressed her thighs together.
Richard noticed immediately and tutted at her, his large hands spreading them apart as he settled between them.
“I want to see all of you, Nancy,” he told her softly, nosing along her inner thigh.
“But—” she tried to protest, nearly screaming when he surged forward, burying his face between her legs.
A loud moan ripped out of her throat as his tongue lapped at her wetness, the overwhelming sensation building within her once more.
“Richard,” she whined, her hands delving in his hair again.
Richard didn’t look as though there was anywhere else he would rather be than between her legs, hungrily licking and sucking at her wet fold, keeping her a prisoner to his desire.
His tongue brought her to the verge of ruin, wanting nothing more than to explore her deeply. More than once, she felt him circle her drenched bud, coaxing more breathless moans out of her. She arched into him, grounded only by his strong grip on her thighs.
Soon enough, she was teetering on the brink of deep pleasure, barely able to hold on for much longer.
“R-Richard—” Her thighs quivered. “D-don’t stop—please?—”
His thumb joined his masterful tongue, pressing against her slippery nub, and that was when she fell into the abyss of pleasure, consumed by the shivers that had been building within her.
Richard was still between her legs when the sensations subsided, and the moment she felt like she had descended back on earth, he began sucking and licking at her again.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, shocked at how easily her body melted into his touch, even though she felt so sensitive after the pleasure he’d just given her.
She could have him there forever, kissing and caressing her ceaselessly. Goodness, it felt amazing; beyond any joy she had ever felt in her life before.
Much sooner than she expected, her body started to tense, the bliss inside her escalating, intoxicating her once again.
“Yes, darling. Be a good girl and come for me again,” he whispered against her flesh, his deep voice vibrating against her skin, intensifying her pleasure.
Which pushed her right over the edge, and she let out another breathy moan for him, the sweet, fiery euphoria washing over every part of her, her body twitching as she let it envelop her whole.
Richard licked her once again slowly and she weakly pushed him away with a whine, pouting at the deep chuckle that rumbled in his chest.
“I’m sorry, darling,” he said sweetly, his fingers working the buttons of his breeches open. “You tasted so good, I got greedy.”
He leaned forward to claim her lips, the kiss eager as she tasted herself on his tongue. When he pulled back, it was to step out of the last of his garments, leaving himself just as bare as she was before he settled between her legs again.
Nancy’s eyes wandered to his stiff member, unable to keep herself from feeling anxious at the sight of it.
Her worries must have been evident on her face because his hand trailed up her thighs gently, over the curves of her hips as he leaned close, pressing himself against her so she could feel just how much he wanted her.
“I’ll be gentle,” Richard promised softly.
Slowly, Nancy nodded, tensing up when the tip of his member prodded against her wet folds.
