Her impatience pleased him, and he only went slower in response. The sides of the gown began separating, releasing her breasts. He felt their swells half peeking through the gap above his hand. His movements brushed against them as he pulled the lacing out, and each time Nesta tensed. Her hands pressed the door harder.

He stopped with the lacings at her waist. He pulled the two sides of the gown aside so her breasts were completely naked. He angled his head so he could see the sides of their pale, full shapes rising erotically out of the garment. Nesta’s eyes were closed and her face flushed. Deep breaths escaped through her parted lips.

Reaching around her, he slowly skimmed his fingers along the bottom of one breast. A low sigh of affirmation breathed out of her, and her hips pressed against him more deliberately.

He continued circling her breast with his slow caress, and her sighs grew anxious. Finally, he barely brushed the tip with his fingers. A deep tremor accompanied her sharp intake of breath.

“Is that how you want it, Nesta? Or harder?”

“Like that,” she whispered dazedly. “Just like that.”

He gently rubbed again, and the tip swelled harder against his fingers. She arched into it, so that her hold on the door became more for balance than bracing.

He teased at her, and his own arousal turned hotter and harder with every sound and movement he drew from her. As the simple pleasure pushed her toward abandon, her begging and astonished cries flowed quietly into his head.

Keeping his hand to her, he began raising her skirt with the other.

She realized what he was doing. “Aye,” she whispered.

He stepped back, easing her legs with him until her upper body angled more severely toward the door. Pulling the skirt high, he draped it over her lower back so that her bottom and legs were exposed.

She appeared unbearably erotic like that, braced against the planks with her naked bottom waiting for him. He caressed down her buttock to her inner thigh, and felt the thick moisture that revealed just how ready she was.

“Part your legs.”

She did so. He slid his phallus between her thighs, but did not enter her. “Close them now. And turn your head sideways. I want to see your face.”

She obeyed the latter command first, so he saw her expression when her thighs closed on his hardness and when he altered his stance until he pressed up against her hot, moist folds. The sensation of velvet softness, and the way he could feel the vague throbbing of her need, almost undid him.

He reached around to caress both her breasts. A low throaty cry purred out of her and her face became an image of beautiful sensual rapture.