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For a moment, Esther didn’t know where to begin—it was her turn to be overwhelmed by the buffet of perfect manhood before her.
“I don’t know what to do,” she said, eyes locked on his member.
Ben propped himself up on his elbows, and kissed her softly on the forehead. “Come here.” He gave her arms a gentle tug and she sat in his lap. “We learn together.”
“You’ve never…” Esther swallowed hard and stared at his cock.
Ben held her hand in his and gave her a stern look. “Of course, not.”
“But you’re a boy. A man. I mean … ahem…”
“Make me a man,” he rasped as he took her hand and led it down to his member.
It wasn’t like her little brothers’ when they took baths. Ben’s was large and felt like a wooden bedpost covered in silk. It was hot to the touch. Ben’s hand lay over hers. He gave her a gentle squeeze.
Esther still sat on Ben. Well, on his thighs, to be exact. He was completely naked. When she reached behind her head to gather her hair in a bunch, Ben caught the lower side of her arms and held them up. His mouth came to her breasts, and he gently kissed her nipples. Hardening under his touch, Esther felt a jolt of pleasure. That was new, too.
She lowered her arms and Ben let go of them, bringing his hands to her back. He was seated now, with her on his lap. He kissed her chest, each breast in turn, then ascended to her neck with a reverie that made her shiver.
A scream pierced the silence and Esther realized it was her when Ben reached for her bean with one hand, while he held her bottom with the other.
Thus, she fumbled and found his shaft.
She wasn’t completely ignorant, having three little brothers. But Ben’s cock was so hard, so large, so wonderful. She couldn’t wait.
CHAPTER32
Ben’s heart was throbbing in unison with his cock. Language had failed him, coherent thoughts had melted away as his gorgeous bride reached for his shaft and then cupped his balls.
She didn’t touch him the way he did himself, not at all. But he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Esther, I want … Esther—”
“I want it, too.”
“Say it, please.”
She fell to her back, one leg on either side of him. He moved his hips and hovered over her. “I want to feel you here,” she said. her hand came to her abdomen just below her belly button. And that was exactly what Ben needed to know.
He brought his middle to her and pressed carefully, touching the soft curls at her opening. His big brother Gideon had explained to him once that a virgin bride was not open. Yet reason was nothing but a faint echo drowned out by his body’s cry to be inside her.
Esther licked her lips, then sucked her lower lip in. Ben bent over to kiss her.
She opened her mouth and, at the same time, used her hands to part her labia.
Wonderfully ready for him, she was slick, and so Ben pushed. She sucked his mouth onto hers, signaling that he mustn’t stop kissing her. Of course, he wouldn’t. He never wanted to stop kissing her.
He pushed a bit more.
She stilled.
He felt her tightly around him, tighter than his grip had ever been.
She was perfect.
He pushed deeper, and she winced.
“Esther,” he panted. He must have hurt her, he knew it. He’d gone too fast, too far … but before he could muster another thought, she pushed her hips against him, something gave way, and he slipped in completely.
