“Mmmm.” He began to trail kisses upward. Sliding his lips along her skin until—
A cry of astonishment tore past her lips as he kissed her most intimate spot.
Surely he was not supposed to do such a thing!
But he was…and it felt marvelous.
His tongue teased and circled her, the pressure more delightful, more intense than his fingers had been.
She began to toss her head back and forth, and she grabbed hold of the cushions, need building inside her.
“William,” she gasped, stunned at how it made her feel.
But he did not stop. Quite the contrary—he increased his efforts. Not through vigor but through delicate caressing of the perfect spot.
And just when she thought she could take no more, he pressed his tongue to the most sensitive spot, and her world exploded into stars. The exquisite bliss of it took her in ebbs and flows until she could think of nothing but the ecstasy ruling her body.
She held on to him.
And as soon as her bliss eased, he climbed up, sat beside her, and pulled her onto his lap.
“What about you?” she asked, barely able to draw breath.
“What about me?” he asked. “I wanted to give you pleasure, Beatrice. And that is enough.”
She shook her head, her fingertips taking his cravat. “But I wish to give you pleasure, too.”
“Do you?” he asked, his voice rough.
“Oh yes.”
And without waiting, she trailed her hand down to his breeches, unbuttoning them one by one.
An idea occurred to her.
When she’d undone the last button, she reached into the placard and freed him.
His sex looked incredibly excited to see her.
His head arched back at her touch.
“How fascinating,” she said.
He groaned.
And then she dared herself to ask, “Will, do I always need to be beneath you?”
His eyes snapped open, passion burning in them. “No, Beatrice. You don’t.”
“Then I should like…”
She straddled his thighs, experimenting. It was a trifle awkward, but then she found the way to guide him to her entrance.
He gazed up at her, allowing her to take the lead.
And then she slid down his hard shaft and, given the exquisite release she’d just received, the sensation was delicious.
He grabbed her hips and bucked. Gently, he guided her hips with his hands. She braced her feet onto the floor, then found a rhythm of her own.