Part 22 (1/2)

Surprising him, she latched onto his hips with her hands, and forced him back down to her. Just touching her center again, and he was nearly insane with need, almost all his blood rus.h.i.+ng between his legs. Thank G.o.d for one small droplet still in his brain. He drew back, scowling at the wee temptress.

”You-you-” His voice cracked with strain. He had to wipe his forehead as sweat suddenly appeared, thanks to holding back from what he wanted so badly. ”I can stand firm against your temptation forever.” Again, his voice cracked and gave away his weakened stance, but he had to have an answer. ”You can't play your tricks against me.”

Her giggle was low and sultry. ”I don't think I can hold out forever, so you have me there.”

”Oh, thank G.o.d, for I really couldn't...wait! You still haven't answered me!”

Her smile widened and this time she placed both her hands on his cheeks. He felt his stubble catch on her soft palms.

”I have to shave again.”

She shook her head. ”I like it. Being my husband, can I force you to grow a beard for me?”

”Truly? You'd want me to grow out my beard?”

She nodded while still caressing his cheeks. ”I have a weird ZZ Top thing.”

”Pardon? Is that a disease from the future?”

She giggled rather loudly. ”It probably should be, but, no, I'm disease free.”

He smiled. ”Are you relenting? Is your request for a beard a yes?”

Solemnly, she nodded. ”If you really want me William Hill, then I will be yours, my mind, my heart, and my body will be yours.”

He frantically kissed her then. ”G.o.d, yes, I really want you, and I will be yours, Minerva Ferguson, my mind” -he kissed her again on her forehead- ”my heart” -this time he kissed her over her heart. He moved back to hover over her, watching as he lowered his hips. Her lovely blonde b.u.t.terflies fluttered shut momentarily when his hardness met her hot center, and he smiled. ”My body is yours, all yours.”

When she opened her eyes again, she beamed up at him as she clutched onto his derriere. ”Good,” she whispered. ”Will?”

”Yes, my darling?”

”I think it's time to rip me out of my clothes now.”

”Okay.”

Chapter 22.

Instead, Will kissed her again. This time he seemed to be hesitant, and Erva was almost out of her mind from her desire, from wanting him to tear off her clothes. His erection placed against her made her rock against him. She realized he was trying to be tender and sweet, but already her body remembered everything he'd done last night, and that wouldn't be enough now.

She wasn't too sure if months of making love would be enough though. Suddenly, she thought of honeymoons, of night after night-and the days too-of making love, because she wasn't too sure if she would ever get her fill of him.

Devilishly, she slid her tongue in his mouth while she swayed into him, her hands clutching his backside. G.o.d, the man had a really nice a.s.s. Just the thought of it, in her hands, so close, made her delirious. She'd never wanted anyone more. Never.

”Erva,” he whispered.

She kissed and licked down his neck, making him groan and stop breathing. Anchoring his hands around her shoulders, he moved his hips against her.

”Will,” she achingly whispered.

He ground against her again, and she ripped his golden frog b.u.t.tons in the front of his red coat apart. Stopping suddenly, he looked down his body.

”I'm sorry. Was the uniform expensive?” she asked.

He looked back up at her, while she tore through his s.h.i.+rt, but his blue waistcoat was in her way and stopped the tearing of his clothing. He started to chuckle. ”You seem very sorry, indeed.”

She smiled then lunged for his perfect dusty rose lips. When his tongue was in her mouth, she sucked, making him growl. He tried to shrug out of his coat and s.h.i.+rt, but nothing was coming off easily, especially past his wide shoulders. She already envisioned holding onto them while he rocked into her. The image was so intense and her body imagined him filling her so completely that she suddenly shuddered.

”I want you so much,” she said breathily.

”I can't undress myself to save my life right now.”

She giggled, especially as he adorably struggled with his coat and s.h.i.+rt. ”Let me.”

He looked down at her with a smile, then swiftly rolled both of them so he lay under her. But then he frowned. ”Good Lord, Erva, what on earth was I thinking? I wasn't, that's what. We can't do this on the floor.”

She found better balance by placing one hand on his iron-like chest. With her other hand, she gripped one side of his waistcoat and pulled with all her might. Cloth b.u.t.tons popped every direction. With the waistcoat shredded, she sat up more on his hardness, then pulled apart his white linen s.h.i.+rt.

Feeling as gleeful as a little girl in a candy shop, she nearly giggled as she let her fingers slide down his pectoral muscles and the ridges of his stomach. ”You're so amazing.”

He might have said something, but it came out garbled and nonsensical. Huffing, he shook his head. ”You are,” seemed to be the best he could say. Gently, he held onto her hips as he ground against her.

She had to close her eyes, because the way his length pressed into her, the way he made her feel, that the awkwardness of their first time was treasured and dear, was enough to make her think her o.r.g.a.s.m might be soon. That was new. Usually her climax took quite a while to, ahem, come to fruition. If she came at all, that was. But this-the careful way he touched her, the way he stared into her eyes as if she were a rare beauty, the way he seemed almost shy, but desired her more than his timidity-all of it combined made her realize she just might be one of those women she'd read about, multi-o.r.g.a.s.mic! And neither of them was even undressed. Well, she'd ripped his clothes enough to reveal his wide chest, a spattering of dark hair across it.

He suddenly sat up and kissed her tenderly. ”We can't do this on the floor, darling.”

Surprising her, he picked her up from their odd position. It took a few seconds, but somehow he managed to stand with her wrapped around his hips.

”I'm impressed,” she said, wondering about his thigh strength to pull off such a feat.

He noiselessly chuckled as he walked closer to her four-post bed she hadn't slept in the night before. Then he froze. The smile on his face was gone, and he swallowed rather loudly. He blinked as he looked down at her, his face growing tense.

”What is it?” she asked, as she unwound her legs and stood in front of him.

”What if-I-what if I'm bad at...” He shook his head. ”Lord, I haven't done this sort of thing in so long, and I want to make you so happy.”

”You made me very happy last night.”

”Happy enough to make you leave me.” His face grew dark, and for a moment she thought she saw what he might have looked like as a boy, afraid people he loved would disappear.

She caressed one of his cheeks with her palm. ”That wasn't you, honey, that was me. I was scared.”

”Are you scared of me?”

She shook her head. ”I never thought there could be a man in this world like you. You are so caring and considerate and kind, but also brilliant, and” -she gave him a leering smile- ”so handsome. You make my legs weak when I look at you. I thought that kind of reaction was just silly and fict.i.tious. But now I know it's real. You're real. And, yes, I'm scared of that, because I dreamed of you for so long. I missed you before I knew you.” She looked down for a beat, her heart stretching and becoming warmer that it ever had before. Feeling light and exuberant gave her the courage to say what needed to be said, ”I'm scared, because...I've never loved anyone like this before, so completely. And we've only spent a few days together.”

He held her hands and placed them over his heart. ”Just think of how happy we'll be after a few years.”