Her sweet giggle made his cock twitch. “Sit down. Let me help you.”
He dropped into the nearest chair as requested, watched with fascination as her sumptuous breasts wobbled with each tug of his boot. There was something erotic about the way she undressed him, something alluring about her lack of embarrassment. Indeed, he rather suspected she enjoyed the way he devoured her body with just his eyes.
When his cock sprang free of his breeches, she clambered up to sit astride him. “You’ve had a tiring day.” The sweet timbre of her voice fuelled his desire. “Let me ease your tension.”
He expected her to rain kisses along the line of his jaw, to stroke the muscles in his chest with slow sensual caresses. He did not expect her to wrap her dainty fingers around his throbbing cock, to guide him into position and sink slowly down until she had taken the full length of him.
“Bloody hell.”
A long, pleasurable sigh left her lips. “Oh, we have waited so long for this,” she whispered as she began to ride him.
He gripped the soft flesh at her hips, forced his eyes to stay open as he did not want to miss a single second.
“Do you mind that I have taken the lead?” She rolled her hips and took him deeper into her core, her full breasts coming but a few inches from his mouth.
“Hell, no. I am yours. You may do what you want with me.”
A whimper left her lips when he moved his hands to caress her breasts, the pad of his thumb grazing the hard pink nipples. He wanted to lavish the peaks with his tongue, but he would have a lifetime to explore her body.
He watched her with a feeling of wonder. Her rich brown eyes smoldered with an intensity that stole his breath. His restless hands moved over her body, stroking the sweet flesh at the apex of her thighs until her eyes glazed, until she trembled and cried out his name.
“Oh, Tristan. I … I have missed you.”
Damn. The sight of her body quivering with the effects of her release was so magnificent he doubted he would last much longer. Indeed, as her tight muscles pulsed around his length, he knew he would have to move.
Rousing all the strength he could muster, he held her to his damp body, stood and then lowered her down to the floor.
The first thrust, as she wrapped her legs around his waist, caused a guttural groan to burst from his lips. He thought to take his time, to savour every moment, but the urge to pound into her, again and again, took hold.
Digging her fingernails into his buttocks, she spurred him on, drove him long and hard until beads of sweat trickled down his spine, until the moist sound of their joining was sweet music to his ears.
“Don’t stop.” Her breath breezed over him. “Don’t ever stop loving me.”
His heart swelled to gargantuan proportion, the rush of blood filling his cock until he was about ready to burst. “I … I need to withdraw,” he gasped though he was reluctant to leave her warm, wet body.
“Must you?”
Good Lord. He would love nothing more than to spill his seed inside her — to claim her, to make her his, to find a way to cement their souls together for all eternity.
But he was not a selfish man.
Suppressing a groan of disappointment he took himself in hand, though she continued to stroke and caress him until he shuddered with the power of his release.
Struggling to catch his breath, he collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held him tight. As his mind cleared, he took a moment to say a silent prayer of thanks, an expression of gratitude for the force of fate that had worked to bring them together.
They remained in the drawing room for another hour, moved to her bedchamber once they had found the energy to climb the stairs. They ate in her chamber. He loved her into the early hours. Their joining, whilst carnal, conveyed a depth of tenderness and emotion that touched his soul.
“Happiness feels so much more profound when you have experienced sadness,” she mused.
He trailed his fingers over the curve of her hip as they lay naked on the bed. “I never thought to feel this way again,” he said, acknowledging the truth to her words. “It has always been you. I know I will never feel this way with another.”
She smiled, caressed his cheek as she stared into his eyes. “Then we will let nothing keep us apart.”
Chapter 15
The line of carriages stretched all the way along the length of Wigmore Street and once around the circular gardens in the centre of Cavendish Square. A man with nothing better to do could have counted their number which was sure to reach fifty or more.
Tristan was grateful he had chosen to walk. There was little point scanning the row of conveyances looking for Isabella. A grey mist hung in the air like a grimy veil, blurring the lines, so one had to squint to see anything clearly. The drivers’ cries cut through the smoky air as they attempted to ward others away from jumping the queue. Carriage doors opened and slammed shut. Hazy black shadows swarmed the pavement as gentlemen decided to abandon their vehicles and walk.