Page 60 of The Unforgiven
“I like being with you too, George.”
He kissed her again. This time the kiss was longer and more demanding. His tongue slid into her mouth, exploring it leisurely and inviting her tongue to do the same. The sensation was odd, but strangely pleasurable. Her breasts pressed against his chest as he gathered her to him and held her close. She’d never kissed anyone before, but once she kissed him back, it came naturally and she melted into him, eager for more.
Madeline barely noticed when George pushed her down on the blanket and covered her body with his own. Some inner voice told her what he was doing was wrong, but it felt good and she didn’t want him to stop. Her loneliness and need for affection refused to let her push him away. He was giving her the love she craved so desperately. How could she reject him?
George pushed down her damp camisole and cupped her breast, massaging her nipple with his thumb until she shuddered with pleasure. She’d touched her breasts many times while bathing, but it had never felt like this. She roused to his touch, and her reaction spurred him on. George lowered his head and caught her nipple between his lips, sucking gently until Madeline let out a low moan. How could something so simple feel so wonderful?
“George, you shouldn’t,” she murmured.
“Give me one good reason to stop,” he whispered, capturing her lips once again.
Madeline tried to think of a reason, but her brain seemed to have turned to jelly. She couldn’t think, she could only feel, so when George’s hand slid between her legs, she arched her back, eager to discover what other delights he had in store for her.
“You are so beautiful, Maddy. So ripe for the picking.”
“I’m not fruit.” Madeline giggled, surprised by the comparison.
“Oh, but you are. You are ripe, and delicious, and bursting with juice.”
Her cheeks heated. He must be referring to the strange wetness between her legs. She tried to clamp them together, but he shook his head and parted them with his knee.
“Don’t ever be ashamed of your desire,” George murmured. He slid down and pulled off her pantaloons, making Madeline gasp with embarrassment. She opened her mouth to protest, but changed her mind since George was leaving a trail of kisses down her belly as his fingers explored the part of her that no one had touched since she was a small child, leaving her breathless with pleasure.
Madeline cried out when his tongue found her center. He lapped at her like a lazy kitten, not hungry enough to eat quickly, but not full enough to walk away from its bowl. His tongue was slow and persistent as it probed and stroked her. Madeline shuddered with the sensation, too aroused to ask him to stop. She was vibrating like a tuning fork, her whole being focused on the spot George was working on.
“You like that?” he asked with a low chuckle.
“Yes.”
“Now we’ll do something I like.”
George moved back up and pinned Madeline’s wrists with his hands, kissing her urgently. She tried to wiggle away from him as she felt the tip of his manhood push inside her. This had gone too far. Her virginity was for her future husband and had to be preserved—or so Miss Cole had said when she’d counseled Madeline in lieu of her mother. She had no idea what would happen if George actually penetrated her or how her husbandwould know that someone had been there before him, but it felt wrong and had to stop.
“George, no, don’t,” she pleaded, but he ignored her. He pushed harder, overcoming her body’s resistance to this unexpected intrusion. Madeline cried out as pain tore through her and then George’s hard shaft filled her, her tender flesh stretching to accommodate it. Despite the pain, the sensation was strangely fulfilling. He began to move within her and Madeline forgot about the discomfort as waves of pleasure radiated through her lower belly.
“Open up to me, Maddy,” George whispered into her ear.
Madeline did as she was told and spread her legs, arching her back as George drove deeper into her. They moved together in rhythm until he let out a strangled moan and collapsed on her. Afraid to move, she lay beneath him, still quivering. The unfamiliar throbbing between her legs felt so good, she wished he would take her again.
Without saying a word, George flipped onto his back and stared at the sky, folding his arms behind his head.
“Did I please you?” Madeline asked, worried he wasn’t happy with her.
George turned onto his side and cupped her cheek. “More than words can say. I love you so much, Maddy, but we must keep this between us. Some people wouldn’t understand.”
Madeline nodded. No, they wouldn’t understand. She wasn’t sure she understood either, but she wasn’t about to question George. He was the only person who’d shown her any real kindness since her father died, and losing his love was the worst thing she could imagine. She glanced down and was shocked to see blood covering his softening penis.
“George, what…?”
“Don’t worry. It’s normal to bleed the first time.”
“Is it? How do you know?”
George laughed and kissed the tip of her nose. “You are so wonderfully naïve, Maddy, and so innocent. I’m proud to have been your first.”
“Shouldn’t my husband have been my first?” she asked.
“Don’t worry. He’ll never know the difference if you cry out in pain and squirm a little on your wedding night. Men believe what they want to believe. You’ll only have to pretend the first time.”
