/> He continued to tease her, leaving her panting and tense. She reached behind her and caught hold of the bars, grasping for something to hang on to as she felt herself rising upward on a tempestuous spiral of blinding arousal. When his kiss changed from teasing laps to suckling her, it became her undoing.
She felt tossed from a precipice as her body exploded in desire, the throes of it racking her with pleasure she could never have imagined.
“Jemmy, oh yes!” she cried out, reaching hold of him and pulling him up onto the cot, until he covered her.
She clung to him, wrapping her legs around him, riding out the waves in the confines of his arms.
“Oh, I never imagined,” she whispered once they had begun to subside.
“And we’ve only just begun,” he promised.
Amanda grinned. Mostly because he was a man who understood how to keep a bargain with a lady.
Jemmy watched the contented smile spread over her sweet features and smiled.
She stretched beneath him, her long, lithe legs wound around him. How he ached to bury himself inside her. To stroke a new fire between her thighs. But he knew this was her first time, and he wanted to ensure that the night was a long, pleasurable interlude.
He nuzzled her breasts again, and was rewarded with mews of pleasure. Her fingers wound through his hair, holding him there to enjoy the bounty of her perfect breasts.
And once he heard her panting with renewed need, he sought her lips again, and kissed her deeply.
Amanda, his tempting passionate Amanda. Jemmy had never thought that making love could be so fulfilling, but with her it became sacred, like keeping his promise to her. And keep it he would. In the morning he’d marry her with all due haste, then he’d hie her off to Brighton for a honeymoon by the sea.
And then…well, he wasn’t going to consider the future beyond that; for now he’d feel blessed with the time he was allowed to share with her.
She shifted restlessly beneath him, her fingers moving over the top of his breeches, seeking out the buttons and undoing them, slowly, torturously.
He leaned up to help her, but she shook her head, her enticing gaze meeting his. There in her eyes, he saw her sensual delight as she explored his body. He didn’t know which was more exciting, her bold touch as she pushed his breeches away, or the surprise that glowed in her eyes as her fingers spread across the front of his groin, sliding through the thick tangle of hair, then entwining themselves around his manhood, hard and eager for her claiming.
She smiled, feline in her pride, and began to stroke him with her hand, her other reaching up and pulling his head down to hers for another long, languid kiss.
Jemmy thought he would lose himself in the pleasure of it all. His hands roamed over her breasts, marveled at the silk of her skin, ran down to touch her where she was once again hot and wet—as ready for him as he was for her.
“Amanda,” he said huskily, “let me love you.”
“Yes, Jemmy,” she said. “Oh, please.”
He shifted above her, catching hold of her hips and pulling her close. Amanda made a mewing sound of pleasure, then wound her legs around his hips. He entered her slowly, stroking her gently, letting her discover the pleasure that came when a man and a woman joined together.
Her eyes closed, and her head rolled back. Her hips arched to meet his, to bring him closer, deeper into her tight, hot confines. “Oh, Jemmy, oh, Jemmy, that feels so good.”
Aye, it did. Jemmy held his own desires in check, waiting until she was writhing and moaning beneath him, then he drove himself into her, breaking her maiden’s shield.
Her eyes fluttered open in surprise, and he covered her mouth with his, lest she cry out—not that anyone was likely to hear them.
“Shh, my love,” he whispered into her ear. “It only happens once.”
“Then what happens after?” she asked him coyly.
And Jemmy showed her, pulling himself almost out of her and slowly filling her anew, his lips teasing the nape of her neck, catching hold of her mouth, and stroking her tongue with his.
She arched and moaned, meeting his rhythm with her own rising needs.
He could feel her mounting crisis, from the way her fingers clung to his shoulders, to the ragged thrusts of her hips. She reached back and caught the iron bars and clung to them anew.
“Love me, Jemmy,” she begged. “Love me hard.”
And he did, driving into her, her cries of ecstasy ringing through the quiet of the night and leading him to his own release. It pulled him from the darkness and led him into a glorious light, just as she’d done the day she’d walked into his life.