Annabelle pulled the pins from her coiffure and placed them on the table beside the bed. Then she shook out her long blond hair so that fell in thick waves over her shoulders. He watched, in awe of her beauty.
“Take off your breeches,” she ordered after allowing his gaze to roam over her thoroughly.
“With pleasure, my lady.” He unbuttoned the fall of the garment, and pulled them down to his ankles, where he kicked them off.
It was Annabelle’s turn to look at him. “You’re gorgeous, David,” she breathed. Stepping forward, she placed her hand on his chest and moved it along the muscles of his flat abdomen where the skin jumped in reflex to her touch.
He closed his eyes briefly, allowing her to caress him. Her hand slipped down between his legs, and she closed her fist over his cock. David sucked in his breath. He clutched the canopy post, bracing himself against the unholy surge of desire that nearly brought him to his knees.
He had to control his breathing and his body’s reaction to her or he’d embarrass himself tonight, and all he wanted to do was make it special for her. So special. He allowed her to squeeze him inexpertly at first, but learning fast. Too fast. He plucked her hand away. He lifted her in his arms and laid her gingerly on the bed. Then he climbed in after her and lowered himself atop her. They kissed and rolled until they were in the center of the mattress.
“Please tell me I can take these stockings off of you,” he growled, his cock so hard it ached.
“Please do.” She pushed herself up, bracing against her wrists, giving him a seductive look from beneath her lashes.
David intended to enjoy every moment of this. He moved his hands down the soft plane of her belly, skimming over her womanhood, before caressing the outsides of her thighs. He started at the scalloped edge of the stocking, licking his lips, before reaching out and rolling it down her thigh, inch by silken inch.
Annabelle pulled up her knee to give him better access, but David took his time, moving the stocking down her leg, trailing his hot fingertips along with it.
Annabelle let her head fall back, her hair skimming the mattress behind her. She stared at the canopy and just allowed herself to feel David’s strong hands on her quivering thighs. He was going so slowly it was driving her mad. When he finally pulled the first stocking off her foot, she lifted her head and met his dark-blue gaze. His eyes had turned into deep pools. His jaw was hard, and his cheekbones pronounced in the soft candlelight.
She watched him this time as he went about removing the second stocking with the same excruciating slowness. “Are you trying to torture me?” she asked, panting a little in anticipation.
“How did you guess?” he replied, his tongue flicking out to lick his bottom lip.
She groaned in the back of her throat.
When the second stocking was off, he balled them both together and tossed them high over his shoulder. Annabelle couldn’t help but laugh when one of them landed on the edge of the canopy, hanging from it.
They were both completely nude now and stared at each other in awe, their gazes skimming each other’s bodies to take in every inch.
“Can I touch you, David?”
“God, yes.”
Annabelle reached up and caressed his chest, moving her hand down along his abdomen again. David closed his eyes.
“What does it feel like when I touch you?” she asked breathlessly.
“Torture,” he replied, opening his eyes again. “Can I touch you now, please?” The side of his mouth quirked up. “With my tongue?”
Her eyes flared. What precisely did he mean by that? She wasn’t entirely certain, but she desperately wanted to find out.
“Yes,” she breathed.
David pushed her gently down on the mattress and covered her with his body. Then he kissed her lips, her cheeks, her ear, her neck. He nuzzled down to her collarbone and hefted each breast in his hand, sucking the nubs and gently biting them. Annabelle’s back arched off the mattress. She pulled at his shoulders, wanting more.
He lavished first one nipple then the next with his rough tongue, sucking just enough to make her core ache. Her legs moved fitfully against the sheets. Her hands tangled in his hair. When he began to move lower, kissing her belly, her breath caught in her throat.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was hoarse.
“Kissing you…everywhere.”
She gulped, her breaths coming so hard it hurt.
His head moved lower, and he wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling them apart gently. Annabelle forgot to breathe.
David’s tongue nudged between the folds of her sex, finding the same nub of pleasure he’d found last night. Only this time, he licked it. He sucked it into his mouth and nibbled it ever-so-lightly with his teeth. Then he brushed his tongue over it again.
Annabelle was mindless. Her legs turned to water, and she clutched at his dark head. She glanced down to see his mouth working between her legs and whimpered. If she’d thought last night had been unforgettable, tonight was going to break her.
David’s tongue settled into a pattern of stroking her in tiny circles again and again all while his strong arms kept her thighs locked in place. His tongue flicked out again and again to torture her and she arched her back again, bracing against her wrists once more.
Her eyes rolled back, and her breathing hitched as he kept up the gentle assault with his tongue until her thighs tensed and her knees quivered and she cried out, clutching at his head, wanting him to come up and kiss her, while spasms rocked her body.
David licked her until her tremors subsided before obliging her by moving up her body and kissing her deeply.
She moaned into his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue.
He parted her legs and moved his hand down between her thighs. “Do you know how wet you are?”
She nodded.
“Wet and ready for me.”
Her eyes went wide but she nodded again. “Take me, David.”
David positioned himself between her legs and nudged gently into her wet warmth. It was unholy torture moving so slowly, but he remained determined to make this good for her. He slid into her an inch and stopped. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
“You’re not.” Her arms were locked around his neck.
He nodded, sweat beading on his brow. He nudged in another inch, this time using the expression on her face to gauge whether she was enjoying it.
He inched in again. “You’re all right?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Take me.”
David’s resistance broke. He pushed into her all the way, expelling his breath in a rush, then groaning. She felt so damn good, hot, and wet, and so tight she clutched his cock like a vise.
Her eyes flew wide, but a smile soon appeared on her face and she wrapped her arms around his neck harder.
“I want you, Annabelle,” he groaned. “I want you so damn bad.”
She lifted her knees to press against his hips. He pulled out and plunged back in, his hips pumping into her. “I want you. So. Damn. Bad.” Each word was another thrust and each time he thrust she moaned, the sound like music to his ears.
David thrust into her again and again, the feeling so raw and intense he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from coming. He’d promised her that there would be no child, and he would keep that promise.