An Inadvisable Wager (The Curse of the Weatherby Ball Book 2) Eliza Lloyd (reading books for 7 year olds .TXT) 📖

Carlow leaned toward her, “Do you want me to douse the candles yet?” he asked, his lips so near her ear they tickled. He moved his lips along her jaw and then he kissed her mouth, like he did the first time—softly, making her ache with such longing she wanted to melt into a bank of clouds.

She braced one hand against his shoulder. “Gabriel. Carlow! I can’t breathe.”

He left off, but his nose was just an inch from hers and his gaze bore into hers. “Wives who can breathe only tolerate their husbands. Wives who can’t breathe not only tolerate their husbands’ advances, they grow desperate for them.”

Chapter Eight

Gabriel was having trouble breathing himself. He’d patiently waited to have his wife, as a husband should, but of all the things he had learned about Nora, one thing really stood out: she was surprisingly naïve. She could act in any number of ways, but after an initial aggression and confidence, she returned to her natural state—that of a girl raised in a somewhat lonely environment by a mentor who wanted to pour into her all the book knowledge of the world.

None of that was a substitute for experience.

Lady Fortenay had no daughters. Nora must have been the surrogate for a dream her guardian held close to her heart. What else explained why Nora was twenty-three and unmarried? Nora would be her companion into old age. Until Nora had kept a secret from her dear Gigi and pursued her own secret ambitions.

He reached back and doused one of the candles.

Passion could be an uncontrollable emotion which could burn itself out. He’d felt it before and then he’d walked away.

What was stirring in his body and his heart was partly passion to be sure, but something else deeper and longer lasting. She was both supplicant and goddess. He wanted to be worshipped by her and to serve her every need.

“Gabriel?”

“Shh,” he said. He stood by the bedside and removed his shirt and trousers, allowing her to see him fully, albeit dimmed by the mostly dark room. He was right. She was deeply curious, her eyes round as she inspected him. Her chest heaved and her fingers dug into the blankets near her.

He slipped into bed again, drawing close to her, dropping his hand to her hip. She slid to a supine position, his hand caressing over her mons and resting again on her stomach. “The first time can sometimes be…unpleasant for you. Maybe it will even hurt a little. But trust me that I won’t rush you or frighten you. I may not be able give you immediate enjoyment, but I can help. Now, are you ready for a real anatomy lesson?”

She smiled and reached for him, touching the solidity of his chest. “I’ve never touched a man’s skin, except for his hand. And your face once. And your lips too.”

“I don’t mind,” he said, feeling tight from his thighs through his loins.

“Should I undress?” she asked.

He pulled the covers over his hip to give her some time to adapt. “Do you want to?”

“I’ve never completely undressed in front of anyone, not even my lady’s maid, when I’ve had one.”

“Just stay where you are. Close your eyes for a minute.” She obeyed but her mouth opened, and she licked her lips. He caressed her skin beneath the night rail, up to her breasts, down to the soft, sensitive area near her hips. Roaming her body with his fingers, he stopped each time she moaned.

His body made hard demands, but this first time he could not just do as he wished. Gabriel wanted untold nights of pleasure in the future, and he could certainly delay his fulfillment this one night.

The stage would be set; the players learning their parts.

He soothed down her leg and then came back up beneath her rail, traveling slowly. Nora turned away, her jaw clenched and the cords of her neck drawn tight. He laid his palm over her mons, leaned toward her and sucked on her nipple through the thin batiste.

Nora’s body jerked and she moaned beneath his slow arousal. “Oh, Carlow.”

Gabriel moved closer—the front of his body pressed to her side, his hard member snug against her thigh. The hand on her mons burned with the heat she emitted. She was tense, her legs pressed together, but he was able to slide a finger through the folds guarding her sheath.

“Nora,” he said, near her ear.

“Mmm” was all she could say.

“Tell me if you like this,” he whispered. He stroked her with his middle finger, along the smooth, wet skin; around the sensitive bud; and dipping into her sheath. He laved her breasts again and Nora started humming while her lower body started a rhythmic trembling.

With a sudden judder, she tensed, emitting a high whine, lifting her bum from the bed in an up-and-down movement that simulated intercourse. Gabriel had never seen such an intense reaction. A small spurt of semen escaped his cock.

He threw the covers aside. Nora came down from her high euphoria but was still trembling and breathing hard. Her chest rose and fell as if she’d run through a Dorset meadow. Gabriel lifted her rail then his body over hers, bearing most of his weight.

With a slow movement, he used his knee to separate her legs and seated himself firmly between her thighs. He rolled a bit, gripped the root of his cock, then stroked along the seam of her body. She was plenty wet and that made his cock plenty slick.

At his first prodding, she tensed beneath him. He pushed slowly. Nora’s eyes flew open. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders. “I’m not ready,” she said with fear in her gaze.

“I can wait.”

“For how long?”

He laughed. “Well, for a man there is a time limit.”