He was murmuring something, she couldn’t make it out, but with a breathless gasp she burrowed herself deeper and deeper into him, her head thrown back as his lips travelled along her jaw line and down her throat.She did not wait for him to help her but began to unbutton the bodice of her dress, at the same time doing her best to keep as close to him as this allowed. He was fumbling with the fastenings of her skirt, pushing it down to her hips from where it fell to the floor, then it was her underwear until she was totally naked except for her shoes. He lifted her up and she draped her legs about his waist, her arms tight about his neck, the singing pleasure of it coursing through her, quite overcome by the sensation which she had known only once before.‘Darling . . . darling . . .’ he was moaning. ‘I must . . . let me put you down for a minute . . .’ his voice harsh in his throat. She helped him, tearing at his shirt collar, his breeches, his underclothes, kneeling at his feet to struggle with the confusion of underdrawers and boots, both of them laughing as she did her best to get the former over the latter.
