She swiped playfully at him. “Naughty boy.”
As the topmost button on the front of her gown opened, Harry leaned in and kissed her. The next button saw another kiss. And so, it went on. By the time he had worked his way down the line of the dozen small fastenings, they were both breathing heavily. Harry then made fast work of Alice’s stays before discarding them and her gown.
Now, she was determined that Harry would also know pleasure. They were in this together, and she wanted him to experience all that she felt for him.
She brushed her hand over the placket of his trousers and Harry groaned once more. Unlike last time, he didn’t push her away.
What a pity you are not wearing a toga. I could take you in hand so much faster.
“Promise me that you will tell me how you like to be touched. How I can give you the pleasure you need. Don’t be afraid that I will hold back. I want us to know everything about the other, even our darkest desires,” she said.
He took a hold of her breast, brushing his fingers back and forth over her peaked nipple. The sensation even through the thin fabric of her chemise sent heat pooling in her loins. Her body ached for him to show her the heady heights of sex once more.
“We will take things slowly. There is far more enjoyment in a slow, sensual dance than a fast waltz. Today, I want to know you as my woman, for our bodies to reach climax together.”
Alice swallowed deeply. She wanted this, trusted Harry to show her the way. He took her lips in another long, soft kiss.
When he released her, Harry held her gaze. “Do you remember the night at the club, when I asked for your permission? We are going to do that again. I want you to always feel that you are in control of what is happening to your body, of your sexual release.”
Her answer to each and every one of his requests was going to be yes.
“Harry, make love to me,” she replied.
He nodded. His jacket and cravat were quickly dealt with, his boots toed off and flung into a corner.
When they came together once more, Harry was clad only in his shirt and trousers, the placket of which was partly undone. Alice stared longingly at the bulge which pressed against the remaining fastenings.
She held a hand to her chemise and shyly smiled at him. “Remember, no ripping.”
Harry placed his hands either side of her body, then slowly began to bunch the fabric up in his hands. Inch by inch, the chemise lifted.
Cool air kissed her calves, then her thighs. When the hem of the garment barely covered her hips, he stopped.
“May I?” he asked.
“Yes.”
There was a whoosh of fabric, her vision momentarily covered, and then Alice was free of her chemise. She stood only in her stockings and slippers. The shoes went the same way as Harry’s, into the corner.
Alice slipped a hand down and covered her sex, earning herself a disapproving shake of the head from Harry.
She bent to remove her stockings.
“No, they stay on,” he said.
She scowled; why would he want her to keep her stockings on?
“You have no idea of the nights I have lain awake and thought of you naked except for your stockings. Of how many times I taken myself in hand and stroked my length just thinking how amazing it would feel to be deep inside you with your stocking-clad legs wrapped around me.”
“I see. So, the stockings stay, but the rest of me is naked?” she replied.
He moved her hand away from where it covered her sex.
“Never be ashamed of your body, my love, especially not in front of me. I intend that you will spend a great deal of time naked, so you may as well get used to it,” he said.
She raised an eyebrow at his remark. “Breakfast naked? Doing the household accounts naked? What about when we fight?”
Harry stepped forward and gently placed his hands on her hips. “I look forward to listening to you yell at me when you are naked. I can just picture how your breasts will bounce up and down the more riled you get. Fighting then fucking will be the order of our marriage. I shall demand it.”
She pretended to be shocked by his rough language, but having heard it from her brother enough times, Alice couldn’t muster the right expression. Instead she simply laughed.
He pulled her against him, his hard erection pushing against her stomach. Emboldened by their honest conversation, Alice dropped her hand to the last button on his trousers and flicked it open. Harry’s cock leapt free and into her hand. She squeezed gently, then began to stroke him.
He let her toy with him for a time, his breathing slowly growing more ragged by the second. Resting his hand on hers, he stilled her movement.
“Enough, woman. Time for you to be ravished.” After scooping her up in his arms, Harry marched over to the bed and promptly tossed her onto it. His shirt and trousers disappeared in an instant and a naked Harry climbed on, rising over Alice.
He stilled, staring deep into her eyes. “Where to begin? It’s like being given a huge menu and not knowing which dish you want to start with.”
She grinned up at him. “We do have all day, so we could feast for quite some time.”
His gaze shifted to her breasts and he gave an appreciative hum. “I started with those last time, so I think I might leave them to the next course.”
Alice’s hips bucked as Harry traced a finger down her stomach and brushed over the outer folds of her sex. Her body thrummed with desire. He was barely touching her, but the memory of his fingers and what he could do with them had her panting. “Yes. Yes. Anything,” she whispered.
One, two fingers dipped into her wet heat. She was not the least surprised that his strokes were so easily deep and long, she had been ripe and ready for him from the moment he had first kissed her. Alice was hungry for his touch.
Pleasure coursed through her body as he slowly thrust his fingers in and out. His thumb rolled exquisite circles around her sensitive bud and she groaned.
I will never be able to get enough of this, of what he does to me.
Harry shifted further down the bed. Alice’s back arched off the mattress as his hot mouth and tongue began to feast on the soft flesh of her sex. Her fingers clutched at the bedclothes, grabbing and holding them in tight fistfuls.
“Oh my god, Harry,” she whimpered.
Her climax was near; it took all her strength not to beg him to finish her off. She was desperate to come, but not this way.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
“I want you inside me. I don’t care what else we do this afternoon. I just want this first time, and now,” she whispered.
He positioned himself between her legs, his cock large and hard in his hand. She flinched for a moment as he pressed himself inside. There was a momentary sting and then it was gone.
Harry stilled. “When you are ready, let me know.” He traced his thumb around and over her sensitive nib, and Alice gripped his arms.
She let out a shuddering breath. “Yes. Please. I want this.”
He pushed all the way in, and she moaned. “Oh, Harry, that is so good. Please, I need more.”
A steady rhythm of deep thrusts and withdrawal began. She had never imagined it could be this way with a man. That her first time would be so incredible, the groans of pleasure which came from Harry making the encounter all that more glorious.
The bed rocked with his every move. Alice closed her eyes and gave herself up to him. Let Harry take control of her body and her ever-growing hunger.