Page 76 of The Earl's Bluestocking Bride
“Is that it?” she asked. “Is it done?”
He laughed, but a muscle in his jaw ticked. “No, I’m just giving you time to get used to me.”
“Oh.” Grateful he wasn’t pushing her, she tilted her head to look down between their bodies. At the sight of his cock disappearing inside her, the heat in her core blossomed into more. It was oddly stirring.
Slowly, he eased out, then thrust back in. He threw his head back, and a pained sound rumbled from him.
The more he moved, the more consuming the heat inside her became. He stoked the flames of her sated passion until she was desperate for more all over again.
All the while, he kissed her. She couldn’t get enough of the taste of him. She silently pleaded for more, and he gave her everything she desired.
The tension drew taut inside her, and she knew now that it meant that exquisite overload of sensation was nearly upon her. She clutched his shoulders and hooked her feet around his legs so that he kept entering her at just the right angle.
A groan tore from him.
“It’s so good.” She rubbed herself against him shamelessly. “I’m almost there. Please, Andrew. Please.”
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
He didn’t falter until she broke apart, crying her pleasure. Only then did his thrusts become erratic. He stiffened and pulsed inside her, his face buried against the side of her neck.
He collapsed on top of her, and even though he was heavy, she didn’t have the wherewithal to push him off. Instead, she just lay there with his warm weight pinning her down, wondering why on earth they’d taken so long to do this.
After a while, Andrew stirred. He got up and retrieved a cloth from one of his cupboards, then brought it over.
“Let me clean you up.”
She squirmed, self-conscious as he dabbed between her legs. It came away speckled with red. She gasped, but he didn’t seem concerned.
“There’s often a little blood the first time a woman is with a man,” he told her. “It’s nothing to worry about, and it shouldn’t happen again.”
“Oh. That’s good. I thought….” Well, she wasn’t sure what she’d thought. Perhaps that her monthly cycle had arrived early. Wouldn’t that have been mortifying?
He wiped himself with the cloth and tossed it on the floor. “How do you feel?”
She tested each of her limbs. There was a faint soreness between her legs, but that was all. “I’m well.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” He gave her a mischievous smile. “That was my first time being someone’s first.”
She carefully kept her face blank even though she wanted to scowl at the thought of him lying with anyone else. “This is how women become with child?”
“Yes.” A pink flush appeared on his cheeks as he lay down alongside her. “When a man comes—that’s what it’s called when you feel that intense pleasure—he ejaculates his seed into the woman, and sometimes, that seed takes root and forms a baby.”
“But not always?” she clarified, recalling what her mother had said about lying with her husband as often as possible to ensure the job got done.
“No.” He looped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “Sometimes it takes, and sometimes it doesn’t. Some couples are very fertile together, and others aren’t. It’s impossible to know what the case will be for us.”
She nodded, grateful for his explanation. It was difficult to be a woman and not know what may or may not be happening within her own body. At this very minute, a baby might be being created inside her.
Would she like being a mother?
It wasn’t something she’d ever thought about much, since it was generally considered a foregone conclusion that all women would have children. Amelia had no experience with babies, but it might be nice to introduce a miniature version of herself and Andrew to the joys of reading or to explore their new country home together.
She rested her head on Andrew’s chest and closed her eyes. Her mind replayed Andrew’s comment about this being the first time he’d been with a maiden. It certainly wasn’t his first time with a woman in general. Based on how skillfully he’d pleasured her, she suspected he’d had many lovers.
Had he ever made love to any of the women who’d been at the ball they’d attended tonight? She wasn’t sure. Sheknew many women of the ton conducted affairs—usually after they’d borne children.
Many of them were more beautiful than Amelia. More sophisticated. Had they brought him more pleasure than she had?
