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Chapter 9
Miranda was suddenly very nervous as she stood in her wash room. After Millie had unbound her corset, Miranda had excused her friend for the night. She checked her reflection again and again to make sure she looked as well as she could make herself. She had washed and tamed her dark curls as best she could and she dressed in a white lace nightgown that had been a gift to her sent from her great aunt in London, who had long since passed, when she had been presented to society. It was very scandalous and she wondered where her great aunt had come across it, but from what Miranda knew of her aunt she was a rebellious and free spirited woman. So the gift itself hadn't been a surprise.
Up until that very night the gown had remained in its box deep in the back of her wardrobe. She had colored so brightly when she had first laid eyes upon it and even when she had pulled the box out and opened it once more color still came to her cheeks. Much to her surprise the gown fit her perfectly from the way it barely covered her shoulders to the way flowed down to the floor, covering her feet. It accented her natural form in such away that she knew that it held no secrets from anyone who looked at her. Only one person was ever going to see her dressed as she was, and that man was waiting in his chamber just as she had asked.
"Such a silly thing to be nervous over," Miranda whispered to herself as she looked at her face in the mirror. "You love him and he loves you. There is no cause to be nervous." Miranda took a deep breath and frowned. "Who am I trying to fool? I am nervous beyond anything." Miranda grabbed her cream colored dressing robe and wrapped the soft silk around her shoulders before she securely tied it around her waist. With one last look at her reflection, she blew out the candles in the washroom and walked out of the small room before she quietly walked, barefooted, to James' room. She raised a trembling hand to his door and knocked twice, but very softly.
"Enter," James' voice called. He sounded far away, but she figured it was because of the heavy wooden door. Miranda lowered her hand, turned the brass knob, and pushed open the door. She walked in and closed the door behind her. The room was filled with warm candle light and a blazing fire burning in the hearth. The window of his room was open and seeing as his room faced the city and the ocean like hers did, a soft gentle breeze blew in the room pushing away the warmth of the fire.
"James?" Miranda asked uncertainly as she took a tentative step further into the room, but found it empty. The man in question walked from his private bath and Miranda straightened her posture when she saw him. She smiled nervously as she looked at him. He was dressed in his black breeches and his loose white tunic, while his feet were bare and his head was once again free of his powdered wig and his brown hair was bound away from his face.
James moved over to Miranda a smile forming on his own face at seeing her. Her long hair was free and curled as it fell down her back; and her green eyes shined with her nervousness, but love for him as she looked at him. James found that his nerves were on edge as well. He had had his fair share of women; he would not lie in that respect. However, Miranda was different. She was his and his alone, and that simple thought thrilled him. He reached out and took her hands, which were trembling.
"Do not be afraid," James said and Miranda's smile grew slightly.
"I am not afraid, James," she said and she squeezed his hands.
"We do not have to share my bed tonight," he told her as he let go of one of her hands and rested his palm against her cheek. "I do not wish to pressure you, or for you to feel obligated to me." Miranda shook her head and closed the already small distance between them, his hands moving to her shoulders and her hands rested on his chest.
"You are not pressuring me to do anything I do not wish," Miranda said. "I love you, James, and I want to share your bed." She slid her hands up his chest and rested them on his neck before she pulled his lips down to hers. James let go of her and settled his hands on her waist. The warmth of her body seeped through the thin material of her robe and he could feel that she wore very little under the soft fabric. She broke the kiss and looked up at him as she stepped back. He looked at her with a frown, but she never broke eye contact as she slowly untied her robe.
Miranda's body was shaking as she undid her robe and as the silk fell from her body and pooled onto the floor she held her breath waiting for his reaction to her. When his eyes remained on hers she bit her lower lip nervously. James couldn't find his voice as his eyes glided over her body. The nightgown she wore for him was unlike anything he had ever seen. It covered her, but left little to the imagination as the lace and silk clung to her form. Her ample bosom and rounded hips were free of the corset that restricted and bound them and he had to admit that he was very pleased.
"Do you not like it?" Miranda asked to break the silence that had enveloped them and James' eyes snapped back to hers. Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her and she looked even more unsure than when she had came into his room.
"I have seen nothing lovelier," he said his voice hoarse as he pulled her close to him, crushing her form against his. Miranda gasped as she looked up at him. Her heart was racing as he looked down at her hungrily. James sighed quietly before he slid his hands up her back and into her hair, burying his calloused and strong hands into her soft and silken locks. Miranda shivered as he tilted her head back and slowly and deeply kissed her. His kisses moved from her lips, down her jaw to her neck and Miranda sighed heavily as she closed her eyes at the feel of his lips on her neck. The whiskers on his chin tickled her neck, just as his lips did and Miranda's mind was spinning.
"James," she whispered as she gripped at his tunic. She wanted him to love her unlike any other man, but she did not wish for it to take place in the middle of the floor. The second his name escaped her lips he lifted his head and with darkened eyes looked down at her. "Would the bed be a better place?" she asked and James smiled as he removed his hands from her hair and slowly started to slide the thin straps of the nightdress she wore from her shoulders.
"Indeed, but I wish to see you," he said. "All of you." Miranda's heart seemed to stop as he pulled her nightdress from her body until it tugged passed her hips and pooled at her feet, much like her robe had just minutes before. To him she was perfect.
His hands slowly moved down her heated skin and as he gently brushed the peaks of her breasts Miranda's knees buckled. James, however, quickly caught her and smiled as he looked down at her flushed face and embarrassed smile. He helped her steady herself on her feet and rested his hands on her waist. Miranda felt more than just naked before him as he looked down at her. She felt as if he was looking into her very soul and for some reason the warmth she found in his eyes gave her comfort.
Swallowing the sudden lump in her throat, she raised her hands to his tunic. She pulled the soft material from his breeches before he helped her remove it from his body. James tossed his tunic onto the floor while Miranda ran her trembling hands down his shoulders and his chest. He took in a shaky breath as her fingers lightly touched him, and it took all of his strength not to take her then. A thin layer of fine dark hair covered his chest and she played with it as she turned her uncertain eyes up to his once more. James smiled at her before he leaned down and kissed her.
Miranda closed her eyes as his kiss moved down her jaw and she embraced him, her bare form crashing against his barely clothed one. James kissed her temple and lifted her into h is arms and carried her over to his turned down bed. He removed his breeches before he joined her on bed. Once again, Miranda doubted herself and as she took in the first naked man she had ever seen, she worried that she would not be able to please him.
James took her in as she laid next to him, her dark hair framing her face, the heavy rise and fall of her chest from her deep and uneven breathing, and her still shaking hands that held onto his. She let go of his hands and she unbound James' hair and ran her fingers through his dark hair.
"I love you, Miranda," he whispered and she met his gaze. Miranda smiled at him and she decided to be truthful with him. There was no cause to lie to him, not then, not ever.
"And I love you, but I worry that I will not be enough for you. That I will not please you," she said back just as softly. James frowned as he looked at her, unable to believe that she had just said that.
"Miranda, you do not see what I see when I look at you. You are all I will ever need, and all I ever want," he said before he kissed her. Miranda closed her eyes tightly as she willed her tears at his words away, and her hands remained in his hair. His hands traveled down her body exploring her, touching her as no other had ever touched her. Miranda sighed deeply as she pulled her lips away from his. He touched her and sent new and amazing sensations through her body. James' fingers barely danced over her skin, but he watched her face as her eyes locked with his. He memorized every place that elicited a moan or a gasp from her lips.
"James," she said sharply as his fingers brushed her center and she leaned up, grasping his shoulders tightly before she kissed him hard. James didn't move his hand from her, but continued to toy with her as she kissed him and whimpered against his lips. She moved her kisses from his lips and wrapped her arms around him as she panted and buried her face in his neck. James was throbbing for her, and her breath on his neck was doing little to help him keep his control as he pleasured her.
Miranda felt a fire slowly build in her lower stomach and she arched her hips towards James' hand only to lose all control. A cry ripped from her throat as her back arched, pressing her body against James and James did his best to control his body. Her soft and heated body felt so wonderful against him that his body was slowly taking charge and his mind could only follow.
She had never experienced anything like that before in her life and she wanted more. She wanted more of James; she wanted to feel all of him. James pulled his hand from her and pinned her down onto the bed kissing her while his body covered hers completely. Miranda moaned against his lips as her nails scrapped down his back. She could feel him against her and as the euphoria of what she had just experienced slowly ebbed away, her nervousness returned. He pulled his lips away from hers and his darkened eyes looked down at her.
"You are so beautiful, Miranda," he said and Miranda raised her right hand to his face and he leaned down to her once more kissing her heatedly. Her nervousness disappeared and she held James close as he once again moved his kisses down to her neck. It seemed as though he loved to kiss her neck, and Miranda would never complain. She enjoyed it herself.
"Make love to me," she said breathlessly and he raised up his head to once again look down at her. "Please, James, make love to me." James sighed as he rested his forehead against hers.
"I do not wish to hurt you," he said but Miranda wanted him so much it didn't matter the small amount of pain she would experience their first time. Grace had explained it to her long ago when she had been presented. The cook/maid had been expecting a quick proposal and union, but there hadn't been. However, Miranda was thankful that the man that was about to take her maidenhood was James.
"You won't hurt me, James," she whispered before she titled her head and kissed him. Being far bolder than she expected herself to be the first time she shared her bed with a man Miranda ran her hands down his chest and grasped him in her hands. James took in a startled breath before he swallowed hard and willed his body not to loose complete control at her touch. "I love you," she said as she ran her hands up and down him slowly just wondering at the velvety feel of the newly found skin. Unable to take her touch much longer, James moved to his knees and pulled her hands away from him. He had such a tight hold on her wrists that Miranda was worried she had hurt him, until he nudged one of her legs with his knee and settled himself between her open legs.
James leaned down over her and kissed her while he pinned her hands above her head, burying both of their hands in the soft pillows while he kissed her. Slowly, he loosened his grip on her left hand and slid his hand down her body. He caressed her breasts before his lips left hers and settled on her chest suckling and nipping at them making the same fire from moments before settle in her stomach. His left hand kept its grip on her wrists above her head and she found it almost painful that she could not touch him again. His hand moved down her stomach and then brushed her thigh before it left her body. She looked at the top of his head with hooded eyes as he continued to suckle her. After a moment, he raised his head and looked at her, a small smile on his face.
His eyes remained locked with hers when Miranda felt something press against her center. She could not look from his eyes as he slowly pushed himself inside of her. James could feel her body's resistance and he knew what he had to do, but he did not wish to have to cause her pain. However, he needed her and she needed him. So, with one swift move he pushed himself fully within her and silenced her cry of pain with a searing kiss. Stars seemed to fly in Miranda's mind as the pain came, but James remained still inside of her as her body became used to the intrusion. He kissed her lips tenderly before he kissed away the few tears that had escaped her eyes. It seemed like years passed while she waited for him to move, but he remained still so he would not hurt her anymore.
Miranda shifted her hips sending a shock through her body, and unknowingly through James' as well. That was all the encouragement James needed and he slowly built a rhythm that had both Miranda and him panting and shaking with release moments later.
James woke to the sounds of the birds outside and he slowly opened his eyes. The orange, pink, and purple light of the Caribbean sunrise filtered in through his window. The candles had long burned out and the fire nothing but smoldering ashes. However, he was warm and a soft sigh pulled his attention away from the window. He looked down at his chest and smiled at Miranda's upturned face and the small pouty smile that was on her lips.
He raised his hand and pulled some of her hair from her face, just so he could selfishly enjoy looking down at her angelic expression. They had made love throughout the night with Miranda becoming bolder and bolder as they continued on. He leaned up and kissed her forehead, before he sighed and laid his head back down on his pillow.
Their night together had been all that he expected and more, but now he had to tell her something that he knew would break her heart. However, he did not know how he was going to do it. He hadn't the slightest idea how he was going to tell Miranda that he was leaving Port Royal for two months, but he hoped she would understand.
