Page 65 of Courting Claudia

She ran her fingers up the length of him and felt a bit of moisture at the tip, then down to the base where she found crisp hair.

His breathing became shorter, more shallow.

“Like this,” he said as he grabbed her hand and splayed it around his organ. “Now move your hand up and down.”

She did as she was told and reveled in the feel of the soft skin. She hadn’t stroked him long before he grabbed her hand.

“No more.” His voice was shaky.

“Was I doing it wrong?”

“No. Perfect, but I need to be inside you now.”

His words tingled down her body.

His hand again found her center, and he inserted two fingers. “I want to make sure you’re ready for me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“My mother told me it was painful. But if it will bring you pleasure, then I am ready.”

“I’ll try to be as gentle as I can, but you’ve got me so randy, I don’t know how long I can make it.”

He climbed on top of her and kissed her long and hard.

She felt the tip of him inch into her, and then in one swift movement he was inside. Pain burned inside her, and she winced.

“I’m sorry. I know that’s painful.”

“I’m fine,” she lied.

He feathered soft kisses all over her face.

“I’m going to move now. I want you to let me know if it’s too unpleasant for you, and I’ll stop.”

His movements were slow and shallow at first, and it was uncomfortable. His tongue found her nipple, and he suckled her breast until she almost forgot the discomfort between her legs, and then that swirling emotion started again. The climbing feeling that something was coming.

“You feel so good.” His breathing was harder now, his words raspy and raw.

Faster and faster he moved, and higher and higher she climbed. She heard herself moaning again. She pulled her legs up higher, so that she could wrap them around him.

Then again it hit her, harder this time, but faster. Her body spinning out of control as she waited for the spasms to pass. He moaned loudly, then collapsed on top of her while his hot seed poured inside.

They lay silently for a moment, him still inside her, her legs still wrapped around him.

He tilted his head so that his chin rested on her chest. She couldn’t see him, but imagined he was giving her that smile of his that made her knees wobble and her mouth go dry.

“I’m going to enjoy being married to you,” he said.

Chapter 14

Derrick eyed the older lady standing in his study.

“I came to see Miss Prattley.”

“What’s your name?”

“Baubie. I’m her nurse, sir. Well, I suppose I should say maid, but I’ve been her nurse since she was born.”

“Her name is Middleton now, and she’s sleeping.”

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