Deep(110)

The corset was ornate lace, strapless and stopping just at her hips. Below, she wore a matching lace thong and a garter belt holding shimmery stockings on her beautiful legs. He trailed his hand down the center of the corset—it was tight and stiff, but there were no hooks. It laced up the back.



“Roll over.”



Her grin stretched to brilliance, and she rolled onto her belly. Nick stripped down to his tuxedo pants, kicking his shoes off, tossing his clothes carelessly away, and then climbed onto the high bed and straddled her.



He bent over and kissed her back, just above the line of stiff lace below her shoulder blades. When he licked the same spot lightly, she purred. Then he sat up and undid the bow at the bottom. Working slowly, making each movement languorous and sensual, he eased the narrow, satin lacing completely out and then tossed it to the floor at the side of the bed. Beverly had pillowed her head on her crossed arms, so the unbound corset fell open at her sides.



Her back was striped with dark red lines. “Oh, bella. It hurt you.” He brushed his fingers down one red mark, and she took a deep, sharp breath.



She lifted her head and looked at him over her shoulder, her smile bright. “Not hurt. Uncomfortable. I think Sky might have been feeling a little jealous when she tightened it. But I had great posture all day.”



He pulled the corset out from under her and added it to the discards on the bedroom floor. And then, feeling an urge even stronger than the urge to fuck her, he soothed her sore skin. Sitting astride her hips, holding his weight in his legs, he caressed and massaged her back until the red marks were gone. Every now and then, he’d lean forward and kiss a shoulder or nibble on her ear. By the time he was satisfied that the pain in her back was gone, she was moaning and writhing between his legs, and her hands had come out from under her head to clutch fistfuls of the down pillows.



He eased his body down her legs, leaving a line of kisses down her spine as he went, until he was standing at the foot of the bed. She was still wearing her dainty, shimmery shoes, and he slid each one slowly off its foot, letting his thumb trace her arch as the shoe came off. At the head of the bed, Beverly moaned.



“Nick…” she breathed.



“Shhh, bella. I’m taking my time tonight. I want to revel in you.” He dropped her second shoe and climbed back up to straddle her legs again. Now he slid his fingers under the garter strap down the center of each thigh and popped it open. She gasped. He did the same at the straps at her sides, then pushed his hands between her and the mattress and opened the last.



“Bend your knees up.” She did, and he slid the stockings off her beautiful legs. Before he tossed the silky wisps away, he pulled them through his hands. He would have loved to be able to bind her arms to this bed with her wedding stockings. Blindfold her and excite her to screaming. He had only begun to show her such delights when she’d been attacked. She had responded energetically.



She’d probably never be able to enjoy that again. He tossed the stockings away and shut those thoughts from his mind. This night was for bliss, not regret.



He pushed his fingers under the lace of her garter belt, catching the thong as well, and eased both over her hips and down her legs. Again, he stood at the foot of the bed. Now she was naked. This time, he shed the last of his clothes.



Before he got back onto the bed, he wrapped his hands around her feet and massaged gently, then began to move up her legs. Circling his thumbs over her skin, feeling the silky texture under his fingers, loving the way her muscles moved under his touch as she writhed and moaned, Nick had no impulse whatsoever to be forceful. He felt overrun with love and need, and yet his usual urge to roughness had given way to this.



“Nick, please.” Beverly lifted her hips as he reached the tops of her thighs. With a chuckle, he bent and kissed each round globe of her wonderful ass.



“Hush. Feel.” He kept on with his journey, easing his hands over her ass, up her sides, across her back, following the path with gentle kisses and light nips. He eased her arms down to her sides, linking their fingers when his hands arrived at hers.



Then he released her hands and took hold of her thighs, pushing both upward on the bed at the same time, spreading her wide.



She whimpered. “God, yes. Oh, God.”



Bringing one hand between her legs, he slid his fingers through her folds, drenched and ready. Her body heaved and thrummed at his touch. “Ah, bella. You ache for this, don’t you?” He eased the pad of one finger over her clit, and her body clenched. She was ready to come, right now. He knew if he made one more pass over that swollen nub, she’d go over.