Matthew suppressed the grin threatening to form. Witnessing the arrogance of a seasoned seducer would only frighten her away. He captured her gaze, revelled in the sudden flash of desire he saw there when his hand edged higher.
“You’re supposed to be removing my stocking,” she said, the pitch of her voice strained.
Good. She wanted him.
“You cannot expect me to touch you and not give in to temptation.” Nimble fingers crept higher, traced a sensual path to the intimate place between her thighs. He stroked her. Once. Twice. The third time he applied a little more pressure, continued rubbing in a slow, soothing rhythm. “Do you like that, Priscilla?”
With half-closed eyes, she whispered, “You know I do.”
“Have I told you I find your honesty highly stimulating?”
“I … I am grateful you find—” she sucked in a breath, “you find my manner pleasing.”
With skilled precision, his fingers continued to massage her sensitive spot. Already slick and moist, he knew she could take him. “Do you want me to continue?” he asked merely to tease a reaction.
“Continue? Oh, yes … don’t … don’t stop.” Firm fingers grasped his shoulders as she struggled to keep her balance. She rocked her hips and pressed against his hand. The measured movements conveyed a hint of embarrassment, but he could feel her growing passion fighting for freedom.
As he rubbed back and forth with longer strokes, his fingers found her entrance and dipped deeper inside as he continued to build momentum.
“Do you want to feel me moving inside you, Priscilla?” Hell, his cock was as solid as a steel rod. Innocence was so bloody arousing. “Do you want everything I have to give?”
The muscles in her core hugged his fingers tight. “Yes.”
One hand slipped from his shoulder. She rubbed her neck, arched her back as her body jerked in erratic spasms. Then devil take him, his temptress let her delicate fingers drift down her neck to massage her own breast.
Bloody hell! He was about to spill himself in his breeches.
The need to thrust home almost overwhelmed him. Forcing himself to focus, he continued to pluck her strings until the sweetest moan he’d ever heard burst from her lips. Her body shook, pulsed against his damp fingers.
“There’s no time to undress.” The urgency in his voice was undeniable. He stood abruptly, scooped his wife into his arms and carried her to the bed. “Forgive me if this is over in a matter of minutes.”
She did not reply but just stared at him with a look of glazed desire as he undid the fall of his breeches. Even when his throbbing erection sprang free, she simply lay there, the rapid rise and fall of her chest alerting him to the mounds of creamy flesh encased in silk.
The urge to see her naked took hold, to feast upon the glorious sight as he pumped hard. But to experience a deeper sense of intimacy at this stage would be a mistake.
Standing at the foot of the four-poster bed, he hooked his arms under her knees and pulled her closer to the edge. Never had he experienced the fire of anticipation flowing through his veins.
“Are you certain you want to continue?” he panted, easing her garments up to her waist. If she said no, it would be the most painful disappointment of his life.
A playful smile touched the corners of her mouth. “There is nothing I want more.” Her seductive tone soothed his senses.
Heaven help him. His wife was irresistible.
With a slight tremble in his fingers as he took his cock in hand, he nudged at her entrance. When he pushed deeper, she accepted the intrusion gladly, and he could not fail to notice the look of admiration swimming in her bright blue eyes.
With her tight muscles clamped around his cock, he moved. The first few measured thrusts stoked the fire of lust burning in his veins. God, being inside his wife was so deliciously sweet he almost forgot she was a virgin.
“I can’t promise it won’t hurt when I push through your maidenhead,” he said, “but I can promise the discomfort won’t last long.”
Priscilla clutched the coverlet in her fists. “Do it now then.”
“I’ll take it slow.” He leant down, devoured her mouth as though he’d not eaten for months. He could taste berries, a hint of sweet sherry, the intoxicating essence that made every kiss they’d shared so memorable.
“You know that won’t be possible,” she said as they broke for breath.
Matthew angled his hips and rubbed against her as he delved deeper. He held back until she writhed beneath him — until it became difficult for her to catch her breath.
With one long hard thrust, he drove past her innocence. Sank deep.