Page 99 of The Scent of Intuition
“Here,” he managed, arching his neck to look at the erotic image.
She gripped his shaft, flexed her thighs, lifted her center, and then he was at her opening.
His mouth agape, Alfie watched her as she looked down and rubbed her pearl with the tip of his cock. His vision blurred and he blinked, unwilling to give in to the need to thrust in and he waited, slack-jawed at how curious, brave, and delicious his bride was.
Oh, if this was the wedding night only, their marriage would be grand indeed.
He couldn’t wait.
But he did.
“It might hurt,” he said, using both hands to part her.
She looked down to where their bodies were meeting, about to unite, and her hair fell into her face. Her lush curls draped over her shoulders and Alfie needed to see her eyes. So he let go of her folds and reached for her, brushing her tresses away so he could see her face.
And that’s when she dropped onto him, and he slid into her with one swift motion.
She made an adorable hic, her eyes grew big, and her mouth fell open. They both looked down and Alfie was buried inside her to the hilt. She was so wonderfully tight all around and his cock twitched inside her. He didn’t mean for it to happen; he had wanted to give her time to adjust to the invasion.
But she just felt so wonderfully perfect and amazing that he dropped onto the covers and tried to steady his breath.
“Are you hurting?” he whispered.
“Eh-eh.” She shook her head and placed her hands on his hip bone. “This is big.”
Alfie couldn’t breathe and speak at the same time.
His virgin—ahem, not virgin brideanymore—sat on him, enveloping him, and she marveled at his size. If he didn’t keep his wits, he’d come on the spot.
“You. Feel. So. Good.”Made for me.
Then she clenched inside.
He felt her liquid desire spreading around his cock as she moved.
Perhaps he could help her now, teach her even?
Alfie lifted his head and reached for her bottom, nudging her up and down.
She bit her lower lip and looked at where they were joined. Learning.
Exploring.
So sweet.
“You are so deep inside me,” she rasped. “And I want more.”
“Deeper?” Alfie asked.
She nodded, giving him a puzzled look.
Oh yes, it is possible my love.
He wrapped his right hand around her left thigh and pulled her leg up until her ankle rested on his shoulder.
Her initially puzzled look quickly gave way to astonishment and then amazement. But Alfie still gave her time. She was so very tight, and he didn’t want to hurt her.
And he most certainly didn’t want her to be too sore in the morning for more marital bliss.
