He paused to press kisses against her kneecaps, then he continued,
thrusting the gown up to her hips where he paused because his breath had
caught. The entire length of her legs was fine and beautiful, and her
hips were seducflared. Her waist was very narrow, and she was endowed
with the same touch of honey hair to add even greater purity and
innocence to her beauty.
That very touch of purity seemed to be driving him insane. A ragged
pulse beat at his groin, and in his mind, and raged throughout his fin-
gem and his limbs and all of his body. He buried his face Ilgainst her
belly, and a harsh sound escaped him, a cry of ~onging, of need, of
desperate desire.
Some soft sound esi~aped her, and she gasped when his lips moved upon
her fi~h, when he turned his head against her, his hair teasing the
flesh of her abdomen, then his kiss and lips caressing it As he kissed
her he continued to push the gown up. The flannel raked over her
breasts, over her hardened nipples.
He rose and knelt over her again, taking each breast fully into his
mouth.
She was alabaster, as perfect as marble with the dusky, rose-tipped
peaks, so hard, so compelling, drawing his body into a tighter, harder
knot all the while, exciting him to an ungodly high with the mere
whisper of her breath, the tiny gasps that escaped her, the sultry,
sensual way her body moved against him. Such little movements, as if she
was afraid, as if she discovered the haunting rhythms of making love.
He paused, meeting her eyes. Half-closed eyes--dazed, damp, luminous and
honest--meeting his. Her gaze fell upon his naked and aroused body, and
her eyes widened again. They met his again, and the beautiful flush of
rose came to her cheeks. He reached for her gown and pulled it over her
shoulders, and they knelt facing each other. She threw her arms shyly
around him, but that served to press them together, all their nakedness,
and he felt her breasts upon his chest as thoroughly as he knew that she
felt the ripple of his muscle and the blinding heat that led him now.
He pressed her into the quilt, down, down, into the hay. He crawled over
her again, seizing hold of her lips, kissing her until her breath came
raggedly, until her breasts rose and fell heatedly in his hands, until
she trembled wherever he touched her. Then he kissed her breasts again,
fascinated by the shape and texture and by the perfect marble beauty. He
lowered himself against her, near blinded by his own need yet driven to
see that she felt no pain, that she savored this time between them as he
did, that she remember the passion; the desperation, the aching, longing
need.
He kissed her between her breasts, then strayed down the length of her
breastbone. He touched her ribs with the tip of his tongue and delved
deeply into her navel the same way. And then he dropped his head still
lower. He felt her legs quiver and a quickening within her and heard the
soft, 159 shocked protest on her lips. But he ignored her and made love
completely to her, delving into the very femininity of her. She cried
out, this time not so softly. He laced his fin gets with hers and
touched and delved ever deeper. He brought the searing, damp heat of his
kiss and earess to the very bud of her desire. Her fingers tightened
