To Have and to Hold by Rebecca King

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upon the sensitised skin of his chest.   His chest hair crinkled beneath her questing lips.   Every nerve within was quivering until he
thought he would go quietly mad.   Suddenly, he snapped, his burgeoning erection throbbing beneath the
placket of his breeches to near pain was more than he could bear.   
    He drew her head
upwards, slamming his lips down upon hers.   His mouth hot and demanding as his tongue probed deeper into the moist
recesses of her mouth.   Hands shaking, he
slowly drew the long nightgown over her hips only breaking the kiss long enough
to pull it over her head and toss it carelessly onto the floor.
    Isobel moaned
softly as the sensitive tips of her breasts brushed the coarse hair of his
chest.   Moist heat pooled between her
thighs causing her to shift restlessly against the growing emptiness within her
belly.   She needed him to ease the
ache.   Only he would do.   Gasping at the delicious sensations he was
creating, she arched her back in mute appeal as his lips moved lower.   Everything within her shook as his lips
caught and teased the sensitive nipple, laving carefully until she thought she would go quietly mad. The tugging sensation low
in her tummy tightened as the moisture between her legs built.   Unable to withstand his tender onslaught, she
moved backwards, keeping hold of his head to draw him with her and was relieved
to feel the cool sheets at her back.  
    Somehow he had
loosened his breeches and broke away from her long enough to kick them and his
riding boots off before resuming his place upon the bed.   A momentary pang of frustration built as he
lay beside her rather than over her as her body demanded, and she rolled
towards him in silent demand.   A demand
he was more than happy to accede to.  
    Sliding a hand
along the slender curve of her side, he caressed the satin smooth skin from her
shoulder to her hips, revelling in the warm softness.   She shifted restlessly as his hand began to
explore her flesh.   Tugging his head
upwards her lips explored his wantonly making him groan with delight.  
    “We need to slow
down darling.”   Dominic’s voice was a
hoarse whisper in the silence of the room.
    “No, I need you
Dominic.   Please don’t wait.”   She gasped rubbing her breasts against his
chest.   Her hands swept down the length
of his sides, desperately tugging him closer.   As he complied, she felt the rigid length of his manhood against her
thigh and paused.   Curiosity drove her to
look down at the large shaft, moist and glistening in readiness.   With a shy glance upwards she gently trailed
a finger down the silken heat, delighted as it quivered in response.   Dominic groaned at the delicious sensations
her curiosity was causing but knew he could not withstand the onslaught.  
    She cried aloud
as he eased her legs apart before settling himself between, his fingers
searching and finding her slick heat.   The empty aching deep within her feminine core clamoured for his
possession.   Raising her hips in mute
appeal she was rewarded as his finger moved deep within.
    Her body was
slick with sweat, every nerve taught and quivering in readiness as she lay open
to his delectation.   Anything he demanded
of her now she would readily give.   Despite the newness of the sensation, she delighted with the feel of his
weight as he moved to lie above her.   Instinctively, she opened her legs wider to allow him access and cried
aloud as his mouth rubbed over her nipples again and again.  
    “Please
Dominic.”   Isobel gasped unsure what she
was asking for but knowing only he could give it.   In answer to her plea she felt the broad head
of him at her opening.   Her body
stretched to accommodate him until she was certain she could take no more.   Sliding her fingers into his
hair she held on to him as h e placed random
kisses around her sweat bathed face.   Her
eyes met and held his as he gazed softly down at her.
    Isobel had only
experienced