“And you to me,” she said as she let her hand trail over his chest and up to his shoulders.
He grinned. “Are you ready?”
Yes, yes, and yes! But rather than speak too enthusiastically, she simply nodded her head and waited with growing anticipation as he leaned down to her.
He started lightly, as he had all the other times. She was the one who opened her mouth to him, and she leaned into his kiss because she liked the pressure on her lips. She felt his free hand stroke her jaw and the length of her neck, flattening out over her shoulder before trailing down her arm. But it was his tongue that consumed her thoughts. He pushed into her mouth slightly at first before withdrawing. And then further and deeper in.
She tried to remain still. She wanted to start by simply receiving his attentions and observing her reactions. But that lasted a very short time. Soon she was pushing against his tongue. She wanted to try pushing forward and back as he did, but she couldn’t keep a steady rhythm in mind. It was all tongue and teeth and angling her head.
And then he pulled away, his breath quick. Hers was faster, her chest lifting and lowering as she inhaled. Her mouth felt swollen and wet, and then suddenly, there was a lightning shock that burst from her nipple to her whole body.
His hand was on her breast, she realized, and the play of his thumb across the peak had everything clenching to his rhythm.
She looked down at what he was doing as if mesmerized. She felt his mouth at her temple.
“Too much?”
“No.”
“Too little?”
“I don’t know.”
He widened his fingers until he cupped her full breast. Then he shifted his stance such that he had both hands free. He cupped them both then, while she breathed deep enough to press her chest into his hands. Her head dropped back against the tree trunk and she felt herself arch even further into his hold.
“Too much?” he asked again.
“No.” It felt so good. Never had she experienced such wonderful sensations. She stretched her arms above her head, giving her breasts to him as she closed her eyes.
“More?”
“Yes.”
Such things he did to her breasts while she stretched against the tree. At his urging, she wrapped her hands around two branches, and then he gently unbuttoned the top of her gown. She hadn’t bothered with stays on her midnight ramble. Just a shift beneath her gown, which was easily untied. Soon her breasts were bared to him, and she tilted her head to watch his large hands upon her flesh. His hands were tan, his fingers long. And in the moonlight, her skin appeared silver white.
“Yes?” he asked, and she had no idea if he meant the question specifically. Yes to the way he pinched her nipples making her gasp? Yes to the way his hands molded her breasts, making them feel a chaotic roll of sensation? Or just yes to more, more, more?
Whatever he meant, her answer was the same. “Yes.”
Which is when he dropped to one knee before her. He put his mouth to her left nipple and sucked it in as he had sucked in her thumb earlier. She met his rhythm this time. Steady pulls that had her body rolling toward him. Her hands lost their grip and she dropped them to his shoulders. She gripped him hard there while he set his hands on her hips to steady her. And still his mouth did such things to her nipple.
She wanted to cry out but couldn’t. She wanted him to pull harder, do more, do something, but she didn’t know what. And before she could frame the demand, he broke away.
He tilted his head, pressing his face to her belly. She felt his breath saw in and out while his hands tightened on her hips.
She said nothing. How could she? She had no words, and to her shock, no real thought. Pure sensation as her heart continued to pound and her breath came in quick pants.
“Lady Gwen,” he said, his voice sounding raw.
“Yes?”
His hands tightened in a quick spasm before he relaxed. His breath was evening out, though his broad shoulders seemed hard with tension.
“I will walk you back now.” He pulled back. “You should cover up.”
“What? Why?” She didn’t want to stop. Not now, when she was feeling such things for the very first time.
“Because I swore I wouldn’t hurt you.”