Page 48 of Regency in Color

“Mary?” Thomas called out and she giggled softly.

Thinking she was seeing about her needs, he would not come right away. She settled down into the blanket and let out a shaky sigh. A soft breeze blew across her heated face, fanning away any doubts about the man she loved.

“Thomas, can you please come here?”

His eyebrows shot up when he neared. “What are you doing?”

“Come closer,” Mary beckoned, feeling like a temptress. “For the first time since meeting, we have privacy. I want to steal a few moments with you.”

He lowered to the blankets without hesitation. “Of course, I understand.” He pressed a kiss to her lips and then promptly rolled onto his back, placed his hands beneath his head and stared up at the sky. “What should we talk about?”

Talking was not exactly what Mary had in mind. Since she was not practiced in the art of seduction, she wondered if perhaps she’d be able to go through with it.

“Thomas,” she began trailing a finger down the side of his face. “Talking is not at all what I had in mind.”

He lifted up to sit and looked toward the carriage. “Someone could come upon us. It would be...”

Grabbing his lapels, Mary yanked him down and took his mouth with hers. He responded, intensifying the kiss, his arms circling her and bringing her against his chest.

While his mouth traveled down the side of her neck and licked a path down the center of her breasts, he inched her skirts up, and slid his hands up her leg.

Immediately her senses went on high alert, the harshness of their breathing amplified and the scent of him filled her.

“Unbutton your bodice for me.” Thomas continued the delicious task of licking circles between her breasts, while his right hand mimicked the patterns on her thigh.

Thoughts evaporated as he took to her exposed breasts, suckling on one tip and then the other. Mary’s head fell back, and her eyes fluttered closed.

Lifting up, he met her gaze. “I want to make you mine Mary. I desire you so much.”

“And I you,” Mary replied, her voice breathless.

Once again, he pressed his lips to hers, using both hands to lift her skirts up past her waist. The exposure brought shivers of anticipation and heat pooled between her legs. Mary gasped when Thomas rose to his knees and spread her legs apart.

Thomas lowered, disappearing from her view, blocked by the bunched-up skirts.

When his mouth covered he sex, Mary let out a gasp. “What? ... ohhh.” His tongue delved down the center of her nether lips sending quivers of pleasure down her legs and up to her stomach.

When Thomas suckled the tiny nub between her legs, Mary shuddered in response. Never had she felt such sensations.

“Oh. Oh,” Mary repeated, her fingers digging into the blanket as waves of pleasure overtook. She lifted her hips up into his mouth, needing more, but at the same time, she feared what would happen. This experience was nothing like the awkward fumbles with her one lover. There had only been a quick joining until he found release.

With Thomas, it was so very different. Beautifully different.

“Ah!” Mary exclaimed when Thomas circled the nub with his tongue and then flicked it up and down, sending even harder jolts through her body. “I... can’t...remain...” Mary wasn’t sure what she wanted to say and left the sentence unfinished.

The intrusion of his finger into her sex, whilst his mouth continued its wonderful assault, broke every resolve, and Mary lost all control. Her body shuddered in a hard release as she let out a long moan. “Oh, Thomas...”

He came over her, his handsome face hovering with a crooked smile. “Are you sure you wish this to happen?”

“Yes,” Mary replied with conviction, not wishing to lose the euphoria of want and passion. “Hurry please.”

When his sex pressed against hers, she took Thomas’ face in her hands wanting to see every expression.

Thomas’ eyes fluttered close as he thrust his thick shaft fully into her. Mary gasped at the wonderful intrusion but forced herself to keep her eyes open.

Her love was absolutely beautiful as he began to move. Lips parted, a burrow between his brows and the tight cordons on his neck tense, he was a masterpiece.

Driving in and out of her, with their mouths joined and hands exploring each other, they fought to keep control. At the same time, while chasing the culmination that would bring a wonderful release.