Stories for When the Sun Goes Down (Sexy Anthology) (15 page)

His gaze dropped to the hollow of my throat. I was sure he
would see my rapid pulse beating a wild tempo beneath my skin. “It’s my turn to
touch you now,” he said quietly.

His concentration dipped lower to the creamy flesh below my
collarbones. I tried to control my breathing, rake in some control of my
breasts which were heaving against my nightgown, shifting up and down as if
bursting to be free.

I swallowed. My mouth was dry

He reached out and with his thumb and first finger pulled
at the dewy green ribbon keeping my chest decent. Like a gift unravelling, the
silk glided from skinny loops and coiled around his fingers. I felt the flimsy
material slacken around my ribs and spine, in a second there would be no
tension to hold my gown in place, it would gape recklessly.

I fluttered my eyelids shut. The air of the room felt cool
on the centre of my hot chest and my nipples tightened beneath the cotton, twisting
into hard points.

I heard Darcy swallow. Heat from his body radiated onto
mine as he stepped closer and I was enveloped once again by his musky, male
scent.

Finally the ribbon was free. Darcy rested his hands on my
shoulders, slipped his fingers under the gown and slid it down my arms. The
material dropped away, falling not just to my waist but all the way to the
floor, leaving me standing before him in just my drawers.

“Elizabeth,” he whispered. “You are more beautiful than I
could ever have imagined
—
simply exquisite.”

I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was studying me
the same way I had him, absorbing the shifting mounds of my breasts, the curve
of my waist and the slope of my hips. His eyes sparkled and he had a slight
inclination of his head as he bestowed his entire attention onto my body.

He reached forward and brushed over my nipples, each in
turn, with just his knuckle. The little stalks bent under his touch then jutted
farther as a sudden, overwhelming rush of blood in my chest doubled their
weight. It was as though my whole breast was throbbing with need. I snapped in
a breath and held it deep. I wanted him to touch me again. It was a real, alive
need. A new want that was all consuming.

He captured my gaze for a brief moment, then stooped,
dipped his head low, and in a quick, efficient movement took my right nipple
into the hot, wetness of his mouth.

I gasped at the unexpected, new sensation and thrust my
hands onto his shoulders for support, my knees and spine suddenly ridiculously
weak. All I could concentrate on was his tongue rolling around my nipple and
his mouth’s increasingly demanding suction. It was the most delicious feeling I
had ever experienced. I pushed my fingers through his hair, mussed the thick
strands further and pressed him to me encouragingly. He swapped his attentions
to the other nipple and a quiet sucking noise filled the room as he treated it
to the same luscious nibbling and licking. His hand found the breast he had
left, cooling as his saliva dried. He took the weight of it into his palm,
squeezed and moulded it with his fingers, gently pushing and releasing and
filling his hand over and over with me. I released my breath in a sigh, the
feeling of being so physically adored by Darcy was more wonderful than I could
have ever expected.

His kisses travelled upwards, exploring my neck and behind
my left ear sending a tickle across my scalp. My hands slid to his hard chest
as he loomed back above me and encircled me in a tight embrace.

“You taste simply divine,” he murmured, giving a rare smile
that tilted not just his lips but also the corners of his eyes. I had never
noticed the tiny lines that shot from his eyes to his temples before, but then
again Darcy wasn’t prone to outward displays of mirth on a regular basis.

His fingers tripped down the indent of my spine and
involuntarily my back arched towards him. My nipples caught in his chest hair
at the same time as his inquisitive fingertips hooked into the waistband of my
drawers. I gasped, suddenly besieged by nerves. This was it. Soon I would be
utterly naked. I scrambled my hands to his arms and gripped hard, braced my
knees and rounded my toes in the rug to secure my balance.

“Elizabeth,” he said, seizing all movements. “Are you quite
all right?”

“Y…yes,” I managed, fluttering my eyes shut, the intensity,
the passion in his face was too much to absorb.

“You look vexed.”

“I’m perfectly fine. Please carry on.” I kept my eyes shut
and clenched my teeth, steeling myself for what awaited me.

His arms dropped.

His body heat disappeared.

I flicked my eyes open, desperate, despite my hesitation,
to have him physically close once more. He marched towards the chair, scooped
up his cravat and strode back to me with a determined glint in his eyes.

He held up the cravat in both hands. The flickering glow of
the fire made the emerald-green shine like a molten gem, lustrous and
shimmering. “Turn around,” he ordered.

I wavered.

“Turn around, Elizabeth,” his voice softened. “I give you
my word this will help.”

I did as he asked and spun to face the darkening windows.
My heart thudded. I did not know how long it could continue its rapid beating.

“Close your eyes again.”

His scratchy chest touched my back but I kept my eyes open.
His hands appeared over my shoulders, one on either side of my head then he
sank the cravat towards my face. Soft darkness surrounded me as silk slid
against my cheeks and forehead. Instinctively my eyelids dropped. “But…” I
started.

“Shh…” His lips pressed against my ear and his hot breath
flooded down my neck as a knot tightened the material in place. “Just feel. Do
not concern yourself with sight.”

I lifted my hands to my face, not necessarily to remove the
cravat but to regain some control.

“No,” he said, quickly snagging my wrists in his big
fingers. “Keep it on. I will remove it when it is time.” His lips pressed down
on the top of my head and he pulled me further into his chest. “Trust me,” he
murmured into my hair. “I beg of you.”

I swallowed, though my throat and neck muscles were so
tense it was quite an effort.

“Do you trust me, Elizabeth?”

I could never hope to free my hands unless he decided I
could, but I did trust him, totally, so I nodded, once.

“Excellent.”

He moved around to my side, dropped my wrists then tangled
our fingers. “Come to bed.” He tugged with a firm grip and I had no choice but
to follow thither. My feet left the warmth of the rug and I padded across the
cool wooden floor. I couldn’t imagine what a sight I must look with my green
makeshift blindfold and wearing just my crisp white drawers.

But I didn’t have time to think about image because the
next thing I knew Darcy had one solid arm under my legs and the other circled
around my waist. He swung me into the air seemingly without exerting an ounce
of effort.

I let out a shocked exclamation which he silenced with a
hard, closed mouth kiss. I reached for his shoulders but as soon as I had
purchase I was lowered onto the meltingly soft blankets of our marital bed.
Deep and luxurious the silken sheets embraced me and moulded to my behind as
several velvety petals tickled my skin.

“Lie back,” he ordered.

I did as he asked this time. Shifted a few pillows so I
could settle then listened as first one then the other of his boots banged onto
the hard floor. I heard the rustle of material and guessed his breeches and
undergarments were also being discarded.

An uncontrollable shiver rattled deep in my body. It had
nothing to do with temperature for the room was perfectly warm. Jane and I had
never talked about anything like this before, never discussed having a sense
removed during the act of lovemaking. Was this odd desire something Darcy would
always insist upon or was it simply for our first time together?

The edge of the bed dipped and my body naturally rolled
towards his heavier weight. Again my lack of vision caused me to gasp in
surprise.

“Shh,” he said, his lips a whisper above mine. “No need to
be uptight, darling. It will be quite all right now.” He kissed me, like he had
by the fireplace, sensually, thoroughly, with a deep, confident tongue which
searched the depths of my mouth.

I felt the tremble reduce and in its place the hungry tug
in my belly began to grow again. I wanted him to touch me, satisfy the need I
couldn’t describe in eloquent words. I arched towards him, sought his body out
with mine. As if reading my unspoken signals his hands explored my breasts once
more, teasing and tweaking my nipples until they were as hard as they could
possibly go.

I let out a small moan; I hadn’t meant to, it just erupted
from my throat. He stopped his kissing and I sensed another infrequent smile.
His hands travelled lower and his weight shifted down the bed. Once again he
curled his fingers under the waistline of my drawers but this time I didn’t
shake or quiver.

“Lift,” he said into the quietness.

I tilted my hips and with ease he removed the thick
material of my new undergarment, dragging it over my knees and looping it from
my ankles. Air circled my hot skin and I pressed my thighs together, acutely
aware of my exposed female hair and a newly released lavender scent which
swirled around us.

I waited for him to touch me, or say something, but he
didn’t. Instead he settled back down beside me and pressed his lips to my
cheek. “Just feel,” he said. “Let your body dictate what it desires.”

With effort I lay still. My toes curled, knees clamped and
fingers flexed. I registered the fire spitting as a log shifted. A stable dog
barked in the distance. Then suddenly, out of nowhere a floating tickle
attacked my belly. It wasn’t his finger, it was too thin, too light, it was
something else. I scooped in my muscles, parted my lips and went to flick it
away.

“Hey,” he said with amusement in his voice. “It’s only a
feather.”

“Oh.” I forced myself still and pictured him dangling one
of the long, diaphanous black feathers over my pale naked body. He began to
draw lazy patterns, swirling and tickling his way across my stomach. He floated
it to my breasts and rotated the tip around my eager nipples. I felt a smile
take shape on my lips, the sensation was quite pleasurable. He could do this
for as long as he wanted.

He tracked it higher, over the sensitive skin of my neck,
breezed it across my cheek and top lip and then down my arm to my hand.

From my fingertips the feather travelled southward.
Twirling past its origin on my belly, it laced over my left hip and onto the
swell of my thigh.

My muscles froze.

He kissed the tip of my nose and murmured, “Listen to your
body.”

I reached up, found his face and pulled him down for a
kiss. My action didn’t interrupt the feather’s movements and it continued its
investigations. It dipped down onto my sensitive inner thighs then up and over
the other leg. It swirled towards my intimate hair, brushing over soft curls in
a gentle combing action. Then it dipped, just the curious tip, straight down
into the tight juncture between my legs.

Its unexpected, impossibly light touch there, in my secret
place, sent a shock wave through my body and I couldn’t suppress the shiver
that snaked up my spine. The sudden whack of desire for more sensation took
over entirely. My tongue must have stilled because Darcy stopped his kissing
and I sensed him observing me; though I couldn’t be sure if it was my flushing
face or my trembling body that had captured his attention.

Then the feather was gone and in its place the tips of his
fingers. Gentle but resolute, they traced the path the feather had taken
resulting in a trip over my thighs, a tickle into my pubic hair and then a dip
into the slash of my feminine flesh.

I squirmed and tugged at my lip with my teeth.

He kept his finger there, exerting a gentle pressure on a
spot that was crying out for more. The sensation was so new, so exciting. I
fisted the sheet, squeezed my legs tighter and was glad of the blindfold for
reducing my self-consciousness in the brazen act.

“You’re so hot,” he said breathily onto my cheek. ‘So soft
and so hot.’ He pressed his body into me and I was aware of the hard length of
his erect manhood prodding my thigh. Silken skin on a rod of steel, I wondered
what it looked like. I wondered if it was as unfeasibly large as it felt.

“Open up for me, Elizabeth. Let me in,” his voice vibrated
into my ear and down my neck.

I forced my thighs to relax a fraction and his finger
dipped further into my damp folds of flesh. He began to drag a lazy circle
around the hard nub straining for his touch. The movement was as exquisite as
it was teasing. It was as though all my senses had journeyed to that one spot,
and they were greedy, hungry senses demanding more pressure, more speed. My
back arched and I pressed my head into the pillow. I dropped my thighs apart
quite wantonly and let out a strained sigh. I knew I should consider my
appearance but it felt too good to be concerned by such trivia.

The top of Darcy’s head tickled my chin as he bent to kiss
my breasts again. He picked up the pace and touched me harder. I couldn’t bear
the thought of him stopping. Brilliant splinters of light collided in my dark
world creating an amazing display of rainbows. The sound of my breath whooshing
in and out of my lungs was deafening combined with the blood pounding in my
ears. He was taking me somewhere I had never been before. A great wave of
pleasure was going to rip from deep within me.  Any second. It was
building like a stack of bricks. I couldn’t control it. How did he recognise
what I needed so badly when I hadn’t even been aware of it myself until minutes
ago?

Suddenly he withdrew his ministrations. Removed his fingers
from my shaking body, and shifted on the bed.