Kicking
open the door with his foot, Bernon stepped inside then shoved it
closed with his shoulder. He crossed the room and sat her on the
edge of the bed. She clung to him with an amazing strength for such
a little woman. “Let go of my neck, so we can get your clothes
off.”
She released his neck,
reached down for her hem, and fell against his unyielding abdomen
then started pressing on his stomach. “You are hard.”
“ You would not believe how
hard,” he muttered. He couldn’t believe how aroused her innocently
brazen remarks and touch were making him.
“ What did you say?” she
asked, looking up at him through bleary eyes.
“ I said I am supposed to be
hard.”
She hiccupped, grabbed the
hems of her kirtle and shift, and pulled them upon her knees.
“These will not come off. My girdle is still on. How do you suppose
I forgot something like that?”
She looked up at him like
she expected him to fix her problem, so Bernon unfastened
the agraffe securing the belt and removed the article.
She tugged on her hems
then raised a bewildered face. “I still cannot take my gowns off. I
am sitting on them. What do you suppose I should do about
that?”
“ Put your arms around my
neck.” She smiled and threw her arms around his neck with eager
abandon. He raised her and pulled the garments out from under her
then set her back down. “You can let go now.”
She squeezed tighter.
“Gr—r—r—r—r—r—r!”
“ In a minute.” He chuckled.
“Let us get your clothes off first.”
She let go, flung her arms
wide, and appeared bemused. “If we do that, then I will be naked.
What do you suppose about that?”
“ I suppose hugs are better
that way.” Bernon grabbed the hems, pulled the gown and shift over
her head, then threw the garments on the floor. Standing straight,
he stared down at his bride, sucking in his breath as Geno’s word
came to mind—exquisite, and every inch a woman.
“ You see what I mean.” She
thrust her chest forward and held a pert breast in each hand. “Too
big.” Then she set her hands on her tiny waist, which he could span
with his hands. “Too small.”
“ Just right,” he said,
cupping a firm round lobe. He ran a callused thumb over her nipple,
exciting it to a taut peak.
She gasped and looked at
him with surprise. “When you did that, I got a tingle that went all
the way down to my wet place.”
He grinned. “’Tis my turn
to taste you.”
Bernon leaned down,
flicked his tongue over her rosy nipple then drew the tight nub
into his mouth. Good God Almighty, she tasted sweet.
She arched her back and
moaned as he wrapped an arm around her waist and gently sucked her
breast. Her fingers slid through his hair and she held him close.
“Bernon, my body truly likes this a lot.”
He released her, and she
whimpered in protest until his mouth covered her other breast,
exciting a pleasured moan from her. Her uninhibited response was
making him crazed. And honest to God, scrumptious was a good word.
He intended savoring this feast no matter how badly he throbbed
with a need to claim her maidenhead as his own. He wanted to
explore her passion.
“ Bernon, do something. I am
getting achy.”
He continued suckling her
ripe fruit and lay her back upon the bed. Caressing downward, his
fingers invaded the golden curls between her legs and massaged her
delicate folds. She whimpered and writhed against the caress,
soaking his hand with her desire.
“ Something is happening,
Bernon,” she said in a shaky awed voice. “I feel very achy now, but
I like it. Rub me more.”
He slipped a finger into
her slick sheath and her moist heat gripped his flesh. God’s teeth,
she was tight and hot. He couldn’t wait for her to stretch around
his pulsating flesh.
She bucked against his
hand and tensed, clutching at his shoulders. “Bernon, what is
happening to me?”
He wouldn’t wait. Bernon
seized her mouth in a hot, demanding kiss. He thrust his tongue in
rhythm with his
open the door with his foot, Bernon stepped inside then shoved it
closed with his shoulder. He crossed the room and sat her on the
edge of the bed. She clung to him with an amazing strength for such
a little woman. “Let go of my neck, so we can get your clothes
off.”
She released his neck,
reached down for her hem, and fell against his unyielding abdomen
then started pressing on his stomach. “You are hard.”
“ You would not believe how
hard,” he muttered. He couldn’t believe how aroused her innocently
brazen remarks and touch were making him.
“ What did you say?” she
asked, looking up at him through bleary eyes.
“ I said I am supposed to be
hard.”
She hiccupped, grabbed the
hems of her kirtle and shift, and pulled them upon her knees.
“These will not come off. My girdle is still on. How do you suppose
I forgot something like that?”
She looked up at him like
she expected him to fix her problem, so Bernon unfastened
the agraffe securing the belt and removed the article.
She tugged on her hems
then raised a bewildered face. “I still cannot take my gowns off. I
am sitting on them. What do you suppose I should do about
that?”
“ Put your arms around my
neck.” She smiled and threw her arms around his neck with eager
abandon. He raised her and pulled the garments out from under her
then set her back down. “You can let go now.”
She squeezed tighter.
“Gr—r—r—r—r—r—r!”
“ In a minute.” He chuckled.
“Let us get your clothes off first.”
She let go, flung her arms
wide, and appeared bemused. “If we do that, then I will be naked.
What do you suppose about that?”
“ I suppose hugs are better
that way.” Bernon grabbed the hems, pulled the gown and shift over
her head, then threw the garments on the floor. Standing straight,
he stared down at his bride, sucking in his breath as Geno’s word
came to mind—exquisite, and every inch a woman.
“ You see what I mean.” She
thrust her chest forward and held a pert breast in each hand. “Too
big.” Then she set her hands on her tiny waist, which he could span
with his hands. “Too small.”
“ Just right,” he said,
cupping a firm round lobe. He ran a callused thumb over her nipple,
exciting it to a taut peak.
She gasped and looked at
him with surprise. “When you did that, I got a tingle that went all
the way down to my wet place.”
He grinned. “’Tis my turn
to taste you.”
Bernon leaned down,
flicked his tongue over her rosy nipple then drew the tight nub
into his mouth. Good God Almighty, she tasted sweet.
She arched her back and
moaned as he wrapped an arm around her waist and gently sucked her
breast. Her fingers slid through his hair and she held him close.
“Bernon, my body truly likes this a lot.”
He released her, and she
whimpered in protest until his mouth covered her other breast,
exciting a pleasured moan from her. Her uninhibited response was
making him crazed. And honest to God, scrumptious was a good word.
He intended savoring this feast no matter how badly he throbbed
with a need to claim her maidenhead as his own. He wanted to
explore her passion.
“ Bernon, do something. I am
getting achy.”
He continued suckling her
ripe fruit and lay her back upon the bed. Caressing downward, his
fingers invaded the golden curls between her legs and massaged her
delicate folds. She whimpered and writhed against the caress,
soaking his hand with her desire.
“ Something is happening,
Bernon,” she said in a shaky awed voice. “I feel very achy now, but
I like it. Rub me more.”
He slipped a finger into
her slick sheath and her moist heat gripped his flesh. God’s teeth,
she was tight and hot. He couldn’t wait for her to stretch around
his pulsating flesh.
She bucked against his
hand and tensed, clutching at his shoulders. “Bernon, what is
happening to me?”
He wouldn’t wait. Bernon
seized her mouth in a hot, demanding kiss. He thrust his tongue in
rhythm with his
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