Virginia Henley by Insatiable Page B

on the window sash. “It seems to be stuck. I cannot open it.”
    Robert’s arms came around her and he covered her hands with his. His lips brushed against her ear. “Some things are better done in tandem,” he whispered suggestively. The sash lifted with ease. His arms closed about her waist and he pulled her back against his hard length.
    Liz turned about in his arms and lifted her mouth for his kiss. Once his lips took possession of hers, his tongue began its dalliance, teasing, tempting and luring her into a giving mood. Liz soon became breathless with desire, and Robert’s body was aroused long before he began to undress her. Excitement built in both of them as their garments came off. By the time he lifted her to the bed he was rampant with need. As he knelt above her on the bed her lavender eyes widened in surprise. “You are already rigid.”
    Her words brought home to him the knowledge that she had been married to a much older man, and it suddenly occurred to him that though she was a widow, Liz might not be as sexually experienced as he had assumed. “Yes, but there’s no hurry, sweetheart, if you are not fully aroused yet.”
    Liz blushed. “No, no, Robert, there is no need to wait.”
    He straddled her and then swept his hand down her slim body, caressing her breasts, her belly and her soft thighs. Before he entered her, his fingertips slid into her cleft to make sure she was dewy moist. Robert rose up above her, separated the burgundy curls on her mons with his thumb and forefinger, then plunged down with a heartfelt moan of pleasure. It had been a long time since he’d savored a beautiful woman, and Robert set a slow, rhythmic pace to draw out the mating, rather than gallop to the goal.
    “I’m sorry, Robert.” Her whisper was so low, he wondered if he had imagined it.
    “Sorry?” He hadn’t the vaguest notion what she meant.
    “You are having difficulty ... you cannot spend,” she said softly.
    “Sweetheart, of course I can spend. I want to wait for you.”
    There was a long silence, while he scythed in and out, then finally Liz whispered, “I don’t know what you mean.”
    He brushed his lips across her brow, then looked into her eyes. “I want to bring you to climax first—then I’ll spend.”
    She gazed up at him. “Women don’t spend, Robert.”
    He stopped, mid-stroke, and stared down at her in disbelief.
    “Oh dear,” she murmured, realizing her ignorance. “I’m afraid I don’t know how.”
    He gathered her close with a little shout of joy. “My darling, Liz, it will give me the greatest pleasure to teach you how.” He withdrew gently and crossed the room to lock the door. When he returned, he climbed on the mattress and reached high to pull the curtains of the bed closed. He slipped down beside her. “First we shut out the whole world. Intimacy demands complete privacy, and we are going to become extremely intimate before we leave this bed, my love.”
    Robert drew back the covers so that he could make love to her with his eyes. His gaze moved slowly from her lashes to her lips, along the column of her throat, then down across the swells and hollows of her lovely breasts. He slowly licked his lips and smiled with delight as her nipples became ruched. He blew on them and watched them tighten into rosebuds, then he blew on her navel and the burgundy curls upon her high mons. He hadn’t even touched her, yet he knew her body was starting to respond.
    When he finally touched her with his hand, she arched up from the bed. He cupped her mons with his palm and began to describe the things he was going to do to her; then he told her how it would make her feel. “You have a little bud at the top of your cleft. When I encircle it and stroke your bud, it will en-gorge with blood and make you feel hot. If you let me continue you will become wet and lubricated. If I keep up the pressure of my fingertips and increase the speed, your pleasure will build in its intensity to a little