Page 82 of The Lord Next Door
She tried to close her legs, and for the first time, David looked impatient.
Then his expression softened. “I have long forgotten what being a virgin is like, Victoria. I’m pushing you to things that you aren’t ready for.”
“You’re not going to stop, are you?”
He chuckled. “Oh, I’m not going to stop, believe me.” He shrugged out of his coat and let it drop wherever it landed. “But there are some things I’ll save for another time.”
Her questions died unanswered as she realized he was taking off his clothes. She watched fascinated as the absence of his cravat and stock left his neck bare. He removed his waistcoat, unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, and pulled it off over his head. His chest was as she remembered it, so broad and mesmerizing with muscle. He had to sit down to remove his boots and stockings, but he came back to stand before her. Then he unbuttoned the flaps of his trousers, and they dropped to the floor to reveal his loose drawers, and the bulge she’d seen before. He loosened the drawers, and as they fell, his penis dropped heavily as if it pointed at her.
She stared at it in shock, then raised her gaze to his.
He grinned.
Thank goodness he had not shown her this on their wedding night, or she might have run screaming from the room.
“Trust me,” he whispered, leaning over her.
“I do,” she said.
He climbed onto the bed, crawling over her, all smooth, flowing muscle. He kissed his way up her stomach and breasts, then devoured her mouth in a way that made her forget their nudity, forget what was to come, and just live in the moment.
For the moment had every pleasure she’d never imagined possible. He eased beside her and continued to kiss her breasts, while his hand moved between her thighs, parting them, stroking between them. She groaned and turned her face into his shoulder.
“Still shy?” he whispered into her ear. “That’s part of your charm, sweetheart.”
He’d used that word again, and she sighed her pleasure.
His mouth closed over her breast, suckling so gently, as his fingers began to move against her most private womanhood. She had had no idea that places on her body were so sensitive, but he treated her as if she were his own instrument, tuned by his hands, played to perfection as only he knew how. Her breath came in gasps; she burned with a desire so rousing she didn’t know how her skin contained it. Every time she came close to the edge, he retreated, frustrating her so much that she finally cried out his name.
He renewed his efforts then, sending her flying up to a pinnacle as sweet and powerful as any musical note, held purely as she shuddered and fell into an abyss of deepest pleasure.
When she opened her eyes, David was watching her, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
He kissed her gently. “Did you enjoy that?”
She nodded. “It was…wondrous.”
“There can be so much more.”
Then he rolled over on top of her, parting her thighs and settling between them. The hard length of him rode against her newly tender flesh, and it felt good. He propped himself up on his arms above her.
“Sweetheart, I’ve tried to prepare you, but the first time a woman will often feel a small amount of pain. It’s just once, then never again.”
“I understand.”
“Then bend your knees.”
She did, and he settled even more intimately against her. His smiles were gone, and his face bore an intensity she’d never seen in him before. She felt the hardness of him probing her, and even as she stiffened, he leaned down to kiss her. His mouth was captivating, distracting, but still she felt him trying to inch inside her bit by bit, stretching her to fullness, not quite pain.
“Easy,” he murmured against her lips, “easy.”
Then with a single thrust he settled deep inside her. There was only a momentary pain, then the most wonderful feeling of satisfaction. She was his wife in every way.
And then he started moving, and her body seemed to know just what to do. It came to life again, bliss rising in ever increasing waves. She clasped him with her arms, with her thighs, holding as if she need never let him go. This was the intimacy hinted at in poetry, two people moving as if one. It was beautiful, and she felt tears slide down her cheeks that she could experience these wonderful feelings.
He rounded his back to reach her with a kiss, then used one hand to pull her knee higher. The shift made her quiver, made the wild feelings climax within her again. And as he groaned, she knew that he joined her, for he shuddered and seemed to pour himself inside her. She thought it was his seed.
As she held him hard against her, felt his breathing settle back to normal, she prayed to have his baby, so that their love would go on.
