by Belita Renn
Dropping her head, she did not wish that he see the excitement in her eyes. “Well, I would like to be able to see all the way around your body."
"Ah. That can be arranged.” Closing the button on his waistcoat, he then settled into a relaxed position.
"Do you need your stepmother's permission to wed?"
"No, you know I am of age."
"Oh, yes I had forgotten, you are what, four-and-twenty?"
She nodded, lifting her eyes to his mouth. Continuing upward, she met his dark blue gaze. She felt hypnotized and thrilled, as he lowered his head and claimed her mouth.
Twisting to hold her more firmly against his chest, he plundered her mouth with an ardent kiss. The strong band of his arm held her secure against his chest. Soft puffs of his breath feathered across her cheek. He tasted of berries, sweet and fresh. With each breath, she inhaled the scent of mint and her own lavender. Sliding her arms around his neck, she held on as the world shrank to a bubble that included only the gently rocking coach.
Wrapped in their private world, the landau reached his parents’ home quickly. She released him with regret as the coach slowed and stopped. After assisting her from the coach, he wrapped his arm around her waist and guided her across the lawn. They circled the townhouse and entered an opening between high hedges. Inside the concealing hedge, the soirée was already in progress. Moving straight to his mother, Victor released her to bend down and kiss the viscountess. Then Cinde stepped forward to greet her. Victor's mother was a small woman with a sweet countenance with a soft, modulated tone of voice.
"Victor has told us of the good news about your husband. I hope the new physician is able to help the viscount."
"Thank you, dear,” Viscountess Colebrook said pleasantly.
"Mrs. Rella sends her best wishes, also,” Victor supplied.
"You must tell her we appreciate her kind thoughts,” she said to Cinde.
"Viscountess?” A servant stepped to their side and spoke softly to claim her attention.
"Excuse me while I handle this."
"Actually, I have something I wish to show Cinde. We shall return shortly."
"Take your time. As long as you are enjoying yourselves, that is all that matters.” The viscountess kindly sent them on their way.
Turning her toward the entrance into the garden, Victor escorted her outside the hedge, and then around to the back of it.
"Where are we going now?"
"There.” He pointed across the lawn to the gazebo beside the trees. “The top is flat, that is our destination. The trellis on the backside can be climbed.” They walked around the gazebo, and Cinde inspected the trellis. There were light scratches on the boards he indicated she should climb.
"I'll catch you if you fall."
"Alright.” Grasping the board, she started up. “Do you mind telling me why we are doing this?"
"No, I don't mind. But I would rather show you."
Managing to reach the top without falling, Cinde pulled her body up and over the decorative railing at the top. When she glanced down, Victor was watching her from below. A few minutes later, he joined her on top of the gazebo.
"Now what?"
"Sit.” He began removing his coat.
She gasped. “Are you planning to undress here?"
The coat dropped to the rooftop, and he began opening his waistcoat. Nervously, she glanced around to see if anyone could see them. If someone looked from the windows of the townhouse, they would be caught. But she couldn't see over the hedge, so she didn't believe anyone could see them from the lawn.
"What about the house windows? You said your father would be watching from the balcony."
Dropping the waistcoat, he began opening the buttons of his shirt. Her mouth was watering with anticipation.
"Relax. Father was sitting in the garden window. I spotted him before we departed.” Dark hair appeared in the opening of his parted shirt. Parting her lips, she panted between them. Now no thought of stopping him entered her mind. Shrugging his broad shoulders out of the shirt, his strong arms came into view.
"Oh my,” she breathed.
His hands moved to on his breeches. He slid them down slowly, revealing his navel, then his hip bones. The smooth line of his flat stomach with the line of hair that reached down from the middle of his chest. Inhaling a deep breath, Cinde let it out slowly. The nest of his pubic hair came into view, and then suddenly, his erect penis sprang from the side where he had held it beneath the material of his breeches. Smiling, he bent and shoved his breeches down his muscular thighs. Ridding himself of his boots, he stepped from his breeches. Standing in only his stockings, he turned in a slow circle. His back was muscular, and his buttocks firm and nicely rounded. His calves were firm and his feet large, but the most astonishing part of his body was the large erection, reaching to his waist.
"You cannot go to your mother's garden party like that.” Keeping her eyes on his erection, she shook her head.
"I was hoping you would help me with this little problem.” He advanced, and then squatted on his knees at her side.
Placing her hands on his warm flesh, she marveled at the feel of it. Lifting her face, she moved forward into his arms. Slowly, they sank to the rooftop. The decorative railing provided them with a modicum of privacy. In no time, they had her undressed. When she slid into his arms and against his body, she was eager to experience the wonders of their naked flesh. Lying on their sides, they caressed each other. His hand on her body, touching her breasts, her ribs and stomach, was more arousing than the public licking she had experienced. Wild for him, she could not touch or kiss him enough. Her lips slid over his smooth flesh, licking and kissing. Raking her fingernails through the hair covering his strong thighs and arms, she explored all of him. Caressing his soft flesh and feeling the firm muscle beneath was too arousing. Her sheath wept, and her clit throbbed with anticipation.
"Please, Victor."
Lying on their sides with their legs entwined, he slid into her sheath. Lying face to face, her right hand was free to continue her exploration while he touched her. His thrusts were slow and she met his pelvic advances.
Sweet and gently, he loved her as he had not previously. Each slide of his erection into her slick sheath made her quiver with love for him. The crush she had thought had gone away had only been smoldering deep inside. His slow loving brought it blooming to the surface. His tender kisses and caresses brought tears to her eyes.
Seeing the tears, he kissed them away. “What is wrong, sweetheart?"
"Nothing. That is the problem."
"Aw, sweetheart.” Drawing her close, he kissed her deeply. His deep plundering kiss was filled with gentle emotions. Her tears stopped and her urgency grew. Holding tight to him, Cinde thrust her pelvis hard against him. Pounding against him, her insides coiled tightly before her climax burst free.
"Oh, Victor, I love you."
He hissed deeply, containing his voice because of their location, and pumped his seed into her body.
Panting heavily, she smiled at him.
Victor stroked a finger down her breast. “Marry me, sweetheart. I enjoy slipping around, but I want you in my arms when I go to bed at night. I want to sleep with your flesh touching mine. I simply want you."
Cinde sat in silence for a long moment, waiting for him to continue. When he didn't, she swallowed and lowered her face to gaze at their clothing on the rooftop. “I don't think I am ready."
"You said you love me. I don't understand."
"Shush, someone is coming."
The sounds became voices. “I would have sworn he would have come down here to show her the view,” a woman's voice said.
"Where else would they have gone?” a gentleman queried.
"Perhaps to the stables. He has a new horse,” a male voice said. The sounds of them moving away gave Cinde enough courage to peek through the railing.
"They're gone now. We should dress.” Sitting up, she began dressing. Slipping her chemise and
gown over her head, she wiggled them down her body. Then she rose to her knees to slide them over her hips.
His eyebrows wrinkled, Victor began dressing. He couldn't understand why she was resisting marriage when she loved him.
Chapter 3
Suddenly, Victor smiled. After helping her rise from the rooftop, he gathered her into his arms. Kissing her gently, he held her firmly against his body.
Releasing her, he climbed over the side and down to the ground. “All right, come on over."
Glancing over the side, she saw him holding his arms ready to catch her. Finding a foot hold, she lifted her leg over while holding onto the railing. Gripping firmly with her hands, she raised her other leg over and began the downward climb. As soon as he could reach her, Victor lifted her from the trellis. Settling her on her feet, he leaned down and smoothed her skirt. While he was down there, he took the opportunity to stroke her calf.
"Victor,” she scolded.
Straightening, he assumed an innocent expression. “Yes, my dear?"
"Perhaps you should show me the view, just in case."
"Good idea.” Holding her hand he led her up the gazebo steps, and pointed beside the tree. The land fell away allowing a vista view of the far mountains. Grasping her shoulders, he turned her. “That's enough. Anyone seeing your kiss swollen lips is going to know we were not interested in the view."
She bit her bottom lip. “Perhaps, I should go home."
"No, just bite your lips like you are doing now, it will provide an excuse for their condition.” Taking her hand, he led her down the steps, and circled her waist with his arm. They strolled around the hedge with their bodies pressed against each other. She felt so good against him; Victor knew he had made the right choice.
Reaching the opening in the hedge, he dropped his arm from her waist and presented his arm. Escorting her through the hedge, he pressed his free hand over her fingers resting on his arm. Crossing the lawn to where he had seen his father, he scanned the windows. When there was no sign of his father, he lifted his eyes to the balcony. His father waved. Dropping his gaze to Cinde, he knew he didn't want her to see his father on the balcony. She would know he had been able to see them on the gazebo. She would worry and wonder if they had been seen. Turning her away from the house, he guided her toward the refreshment table.
"I love you, Cinde, please agree to marry me,” he asked stiffly.
Stopping abruptly, she stared up at him. “Do you believe this proposal is something I could tell my children?"
He swallowed, taking both her hands into his, and sank to one knee. People around them gasped, and silence fell over the garden.
"Cinde, I know this is rushed, but I feel strongly about this. I want you to be my partner for the rest of my life. I vow to do all within my power to make you happy. Cinde, will you agree before all these people to become my bride?” Gazing intently into her lovely eyes, he held his breath. “I love you,” he spoke softly, breathless.
Her gaze locked with his, she waited a long moment. He wondered if he had forgotten something again.
A breath swished from her body. Her fingers gripped his firmly, a smile spreading over her lips.
"Yes."
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Belita Renn is a dedicated romantic. She lives in Georgia with her family. A collector of gargoyles, she does craft, studies psychology, which she says goes into “dry storage.” A relative of actor Buster Keaton, she has written under the name Belita Keaton, and Kim Parson. A retired hairstylist and real estate agent, she writes full-time and spends most of her free time doing research and promoting her work. Visit her website to learn everything she has been up to at www.BelitaRenn.com.
The main question most people want to know is, why erotica? Answer. Sexual situations are a real part of life, a natural part of life. It should be included in our writing. Belita's first Sensual Romance was released in February 2005, but she has half a dozen under contract with various publishers including www.whiskycreekpresstorrid.com. With reviews stating she is a recommended read that reveal the quality of her writing, this author is expected to provide us with hours of pleasure. Watch for her books.
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