“You are so beautiful, Isabella,” he whispered. “I confess that I can deny it no longer either, this desire I have for you.”
Emboldened by the way he looked at her and the desire in his eyes, she placed her arms on his shoulders and felt the hardness of his muscular body under her hands. “Let us just pretend, for a while, that we are the only people on Earth and free to do whatever we want.”
He let out a moan. “I know what I want,” he said, his voice husky with need. She nodded. “So do I.” She was astonished at the words coming out of her mouth, but her body burned with wanting him, and she knew they would not hold back tonight.
In a second, they were kissing again, more intensely than ever before. She felt his hands beginning to explore her body, caressing her arms and shoulders and then inching towards her breasts. Her fingers found the buttons of his shirt, and she began to tug at them, feeling a desperate need to touch his bare skin.
He reached down and began to help her as if he, too, was desperate to be free of his clothing. Soon, the shirt was open, and he shrugged it off. She took a step back and allowed herself to look at his muscular torso, her eyes wide with wonder, then, a little tentatively, she reached out and began tracing her fingers over his skin.
He shivered and moved forward to kiss her again, his hands finding her buttocks and pulling her closer. Then, she felt a hardness in his breeches, and a slight sense of alarm surged through her. But she knew, somehow, that whatever happened between them tonight, she would be safe, and she would enjoy it. She trusted him entirely.
“Isabella, I need to touch you,” he whispered, and somehow, in a second, her nightdress had been removed and was lying on the floor. He turned and cleared away the papers on the desk, sending them flying all over the floor, then lifted her and placed her on the edge of the desk. Then he stood in front of her and placed his hands on her breasts.
She let out a sigh of pleasure. She had imagined this moment many times before, in the privacy of her own room, and the sensations it was producing in her now were even more intensely pleasurable than she had imagined. He moved a thumb over her nipple, and she felt a surge of heat coursing through her, reaching between her legs, where she felt a pooling of wetness beginning.
He pulled her close again, and their skin met. Isabella felt almost as if that moment where their bodies touched was like coming home. It was as if this was what was meant to be, this closeness between them.
“Are you sure, Isabella?” he whispered in her ear.
She nodded. “I have never been so sure of anything in my life.”
He pulled away and picked up her cloak from where it lay, discarded, then laid it down on the floor. “Come here,” he whispered, his voice a little hoarse with desire as he looked at her. She moved towards him, feeling suddenly a little embarrassed and exposed, as she was wearing only her underthings now. But the desire in his eyes filled her with warmth, and he removed the last items of clothing she was wearing.
“Lie down,” he urged her.
She did as he asked and lay down on the cloak, looking up at him.
He removed his breeches and crouched down in front of her, placing his hands on her body. “I want to make you feel so much pleasure,” he whispered as he began to knead her breasts.
She let out a soft moan and felt her legs somehow opening a little, ready for whatever was coming next.
He moved his other hand over her belly and slowly down towards the space between her legs, which was now tingling with anticipation. He began to stroke her there, and the waves of pleasure began to build.
He moved so that he was kneeling in front of her. “Tell me again,” he said. “Tell me that you are sure you want this.”
She looked at his manhood a little anxiously, then smiled at him. “I trust you,” she whispered. “And I want this. I promise you, I have never wanted anything more.”
He continued to massage her between her legs. She was damp with desire now, and she allowed her legs to open more widely. The way he touched her made her think that this passion between them was meant to be; he touched her as if he had always known how to make her feel the most intense pleasure imaginable.
“It feels so wonderful,” she whispered. “I had never imagined that it could be like this.”
He smiled down at her. “I promise you there is much more than this, and I cannot wait to show you it all.”
She felt a pang of sorrow in her heart at his words. Because this night they were sharing now would be the only time they could ever be together, she knew it with a sense of certainty. But she pushed the thought away from her mind and allowed herself to disappear under the pleasure of his touch.
He reached for her hand and placed it around his manhood. She trembled a little to touch it; the hardness was so pronounced it gave her a thrill of excitement. “You know what happens next?” he whispered.
She nodded, and he moved on top of her. She did not think she had ever felt such a strong yearning as she did now for him to be inside her. Slowly, he moved himself into position, then pushed himself inside her. She let out a gasp as a sharp stab of pain cut through her. He leaned forward and kissed her. “It will pass,” he said softly. “And then it should feel good. At least, I hope it will.”
She smiled up at him as he began to move inside her. “It feels good already,” she said with a sigh. His movements began to speed up, and the pain was soon gone. He lifted her hands above her head and kept his eyes fixed on hers, then began to massage her breasts and tease her nipples as he moved inside her.
They moved together in a perfect rhythm, the passion building between them.
“Isabella,” he murmured. “Tell me that it feels good.”
“It feels perfect,” she replied. “As if it was always meant to be.”
His movements became faster and faster, and she pushed her body against his. He reached down and placed his hands under her buttocks, thrusting deeper inside her with each movement.
