He stroked and caressed her, massaged and teased, pushing her up the spiral of desire again. She oohed and aahed, grinned and laughed, being delighted to have him torment her. Cad that he was, he took full advantage of her fervor and naiveté.
As he noticed he was wearing too many clothes, he drew back onto his haunches. He yanked off his shirt and tossed it over his shoulder. She studied his bare chest, then held out her arms, urging him to lie down again. When their skin connected, the sensation was so intense he was surprised they didn’t ignite. The pleasure was that riveting.
He toyed with her breasts and touched her between her legs. His lust was escalating, and he couldn’t tamp it down. They’d climbed out onto a dangerous erotic ledge, and he couldn’t pull them off it.
“I’d like you to do something for me,” he said.
“What is it?”
“You know. . . what.”
“Will we engage in the. . . the. . . marital act?”
“Yes.”
“I have no idea what that entails.”
“You’re a maiden, so you’re not supposed to have any idea. I’ll be your husband, so it’s my duty to tutor you.”
“Since we’re not wed yet, it would be a sin.”
He shrugged. “We’ll speak the vows in a few days, so it would just be a little tiny sin.”
“You’re a man, so you would call it a little sin.”
“This can be our wedding night. You can’t want me to return to my own bedchamber. Don’t tell me you want that.”
She scrutinized him, and he froze, thinking—if she ordered him out—he would be crushed by disappointment. But she smiled and shook her head.
“No, I definitely couldn’t bear to have you leave.”
“Good girl.” He dipped down and kissed her. “Have you truly never been informed of the details?”
“I’ve merely heard that it’s very physical.”
“It is, and the first time is a tad awkward. It can hurt too.”
“Hurt!”
He’d panicked her, and he hastily said, “Just for some women, then forever after, it’s marvelous.”
“You better mean it.”
“Look at it this way: Once we proceed with this, we can’t back out.”
She chuckled. “I told you I’m never crying off. You’re stuck with me.”
“I like the sound of that.”
He was being swamped by the most powerful impulses. He wanted to cherish and protect her. He wanted to keep her by his side until his dying day. He wanted her to be the mother of his children. That was the oddest impression pelting him; he hadn’t realized he wanted to have children!
With her though, he couldn’t wait to sire a house full of them.
Was this love? he wondered. If it wasn’t love, what could it be?
“Can you explain what will occur?” she asked.
Usually, he could talk about any subject, and he tried to deduce the verbal account he could provide that wouldn’t render him tongue-tied with embarrassment, but he couldn’t picture himself describing fornication.
“It’s easier if I show you,” he said. “It involves more of what we’ve been doing.”
“Will I like it?”
“I promise you will.”
Suddenly though, he didn’t feel up to the task. He’d had many paramours, so he was hardly a novice. He was anxious for it to be special, but he was certain he could never make it as splendid or romantic as it ought to be.
He started in yet again, kissing her and caressing her most sensitive spots, and she leapt into the fray with a particular eagerness. It seemed as if, with their deciding to wed, any conduct was allowed. She was as excited as he was to secure their bond.
Her desire was rising, and down below, he was unbuttoning his trousers, tugging them down. Then he widened her thighs, his torso dropping between them.
He nursed at her breast, his fingers gliding into her sheath. She was wet and relaxed, her virginal body prepared for what was approaching. He removed his hand and positioned the tip of his cock directly where it was so desperate to be. With a flick of his thumb, he sent her soaring to the heavens again.
As she flew up, he pushed himself into her. With scarcely any effort, his phallus was impaled, and he lay very still as her anatomy acclimated to its new condition.
“What just happened?” she asked.
“I’ve joined us together,” he told her.
“How?”
“Men and women are built differently in our private parts.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“It’s for mating. That’s what this is called. We’ve mated.”
She gazed up at him, a frown on her pretty face. “It feels strange.”
“It’s not like anything you’ve ever tried previously. It’s why I couldn’t describe it to you.”
“Are we finished?”
“Not quite.”
“What should I do?”
“Wrap your arms around me and hold me tight.”
“Like this?”
“Yes, just like that.”
She pulled him close, and he began flexing into her. Initially, he was careful and slow, but he couldn’t maintain his measured pace. He was quickly overwhelmed, and he proceeded with a reckless abandon.
To his great delight, she swiftly adapted to the rhythm he’d set, but much before he was ready, his seed surged from his loins. With a final, frantic thrust, he shoved in and spilled himself against her womb. He didn’t consider withdrawing. They would wed shortly, so there was no need for caution.
He collapsed onto her, and he remained there until he realized she was likely being crushed by his heavy weight. He slid away and rolled onto his side. She rolled too, so they were nose to nose again.
He probably should have offered a profound comment, but he couldn’t think of one. He grinned, then she grinned too and said, “Are we finished now?”
“Yes, that’s how it ends. You’re mine, Caroline Grey. You’ll never escape my dastardly clutches.”
“You’re mine too. It works both ways. Could I be with child? Could that be the result?”
“You might be. Each time we do this, it’s a possibility.”
“I will pray for it,” she fervidly said. “I can’t wait to give you a son.”
Tears flooded her eyes, and he was stricken. “Are you sad? You can’t be sad.”
“I’m not sad, you oaf. I’m glad!
