He gave her his length slowly, entering her inch by inch, not stopping until the ridged muscles of his abdomen pressed against her stomach and it felt like he was poking her spine.
“Relax your muscles and let your body adjust. You’ll be fine in a moment,” he soothed, kissing her temple. “And breathe, darling, breathe.”
Martha took a deep breath, and then another. He was right: the initial pain was gone; what remained was only a vague ache and the sensation of fullness. Regardless of the discomfort, she reveled in their joining; this is what both their bodies had been designed to do. She felt more like a wife right then than she had earlier that day, when she’d spoken her vows.
He kissed her brow again. “Better?”
“It’s lovely.” And it was.
He smiled and his shaft flexed inside her.
Martha’s lips parted. “Did you do that?”
“Who else would be doing it, darling?” He flexed again and again, jerking against her swollen sheath.
Martha tightened her inner muscles, the action sending ripples of pleasure through her body.
Hugo groaned. “You’re a fast learner, sweetheart. Are you trying to break me in two?”
“Did I hurt you?”
“Only in the most delicious way. I’m going to move in you, now.”
Martha could breathe more easily when he withdrew, but she immediately missed him.
He slid back in, faster this time, burying himself to the hilt.
“So good,” he muttered. And then he began to move, his strokes slow and measured, each one leaving more pleasure in its wake than the one before. The long, lean muscles of his flank bunched beneath her hands as he filled her again and again, his body angled in such a way that he grazed her core with each thrust.
“Come once more, for your husband,” he said, and then reached between their bodies and drove her toward yet another climax.
He moaned when she contracted around him, his thrusts becoming less controlled, until his hips pounded into her with the unrestrained force of a winter storm.
Martha forced her heavy eyelids up, desperate to watch as he gave in to his climax.
His jaws clenched and his dark eyes locked with hers. “Going to come,” he growled, and then rammed himself deep, holding her in a punishing embrace while he kept her full and impaled, his shaft pulsing and thickening as he flooded her with a hot rush of seed.
Martha drifted for a moment, reveling in the feel of his hard, hot body on top of her and inside her. A body which gradually became heavier and heavier, until he was no longer supporting his weight on his arms. Instead, he crushed her into the mattress, his breathing deep and even.
He’d fallen asleep.
She smiled and slid her arms around him, reveling in a moment of complete happiness.
“I love you, Hugo,” she whispered.
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Hugo shifted to get more comfortable and something beneath him groaned.
He opened his eyes and stared directly into the sky-blue eyes of his wife.
“Did I fall asleep on top of you?” he mumbled thickly as he rolled aside.
“Just for a minute. It was … nice.”
Her voice was breathy and high—nothing like the Martha he knew.
That’s because this wasn’t just a fuck for her, you dunce. It was her first time; you need to act like a lover.
Hugo scowled; how the hell did a person act like a lover?
Talk to her, comfort her … make sure you didn’t hurt her.
It was that last thought that woke him from his stupor.
Hugo turned on his side and pushed up onto his elbow. Her face was turned away from him, so he took her chin and turned her back. “Martha?”
She was blushing fierily, but she smiled, too. “Hugo?” she said in a mocking tone.
If she was smiling and teasing him, it couldn’t have been too bad.
Could it?
“Did I hurt you? I meant to go slower, to be more—”
“No, you didn’t hurt me—except for a moment or two at the beginning.”
He supposed it was too much to hope that she might have enjoyed it. Did virgins enjoy their first time? Virgins were not a subject he had much experience with.
“Regrets?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“Good. Because you can’t undo it.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Good,” he said again, because he could think of nothing else.
She yawned. “I’m so sorry,” she said, flushing. “That’s rather rude.”
“I’ll forgive you. This time.”
“I don’t know why I’m so tired.”
“Because I wore you out, darling. I’m going to take it as a compliment.” He pulled the blankets up around her.
“Mmm. Thank you, Hugo.” She turned onto her side and snuggled down into the covers, pushing her bottom against his groin.
“Get some sleep, sweetheart.”
He waited until her breathing became regular and then rolled onto his back and stared at the yellowed plaster ceiling.
His jaw tightened as he recalled what he’d done: he’d spent inside her. He never done that before, at least not inside a woman. It had been careless, no matter that they were married.
Why? You’re married. That’s what married people do: have children.
Married. Children. Hugo swallowed a hysterical laugh. Bloody hell. He couldn’t wrap his mind around having a wife yet, and he sure as hell couldn’t wrap his mind around having a brat.
You’d better start wrapping because she’ll want them. A lot of them.
Those had been her words.
His half-hard cock twitched at the thought of putting a baby inside her. Hugo snorted; well, at least one part of his body was thrilled.
Shame flooded him at the snide, unworthy thought.
Children were necessary for Martha’s happiness and he’d already vowed to do everything in his power to ensure she never regretted her decision to marry him. That meant children.
Besides, while it was true that he’d not wanted children in the past, he could imagine having them with Martha. He might lack the ability to love, but he could support and care for children and bloody well make sure that no child of his ever felt unwanted. And Martha would be such a wonderful mother that she’d make up for his emotional deficiencies.
He turned
