He let out a breathless laugh as she pressed closer. “Oh, I’ve gone and created a monster,” he muttered, barely managing the words between her relentless kisses.
He watched their reflection in the mirror—her fair skin made golden by the firelight, her red hair cascading down her shoulders, her back flaring into delicious buttocks. He cupped her ass cheeks, his hands’ bronzed skin vivid against the whiteness of her curves, and pressed her against his erection.
Lowering his hand slowly, he penetrated her sex, testing her with a digit. She was wet and tiny. His heart sped, his breathing shallow. This was going to be hard work. But they had all night.
“Are ye aware of what goes where, Beth?”
Her hips moved against him, her lips parting sweetly. “I have a rudimentary understanding, yes.”
Boyd let out a shaky sigh. “Thank goodness, because in my current state, an anatomy lesson would be beyond my endurance.”
She pushed closer, her heat brushing against his length as he circled her little bud.
“This is it, lass, ride my cock. Take all the pleasure you want.”
She came from the friction alone, her thighs trembling, a flush spreading from her chest to her cheeks as her lips parted in a breathless cry. She clung to him as though he were the only thing anchoring her to the world.
Boyd stood. His last thread of conscience told him he must carry her to the bed, that one didn’t deflower virgins while sitting in a chair, no matter how comfortable or expensive.
He stumbled twice in his haste, and when he finally arrived at the massive four-poster, he could have released his arms from around her. His cock was so hard it could carry her by itself.
He placed her in the center of the silk sheets.
She was untried. And he was harder than a randy goat.
When it came to sex, he liked naked, messy, and hot. How did one bed a virgin lady?
He crawled to her, and because her legs were open and her sex was there, glistening, he devoured her, just because he could. When a climax made her shudder, he climbed to her side.
She was lazy now, her hair in disarray, her eyes heavy-lidded.
He knew all theVenus in Furs’ engravings positions, but better rule out any acrobatics.
Boyd turned her onto her side, guiding her as he stretched out behind her. His chest pressed against the soft curve of her back, his body enveloping hers. He smoothed his hand down her hip, his calloused fingers tracing the dimples on her lower back.
He kneaded her flanks, his palm pressing into her flesh, easing the tension that rippled beneath her skin. His breath fanned against her nape as he leaned closer.
“Love, this first time will sting a bit.”
Panting, Boyd traced the curve of her spine, revering her delicate lines. Taking his cock in hand, he brushed it against her entrance, his breath hitching as he felt her warmth.
“I’m going to enter you from behind,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, “so you can control how deeply I go. If I hurt you, love, clench your buttocks, and I’ll stop.”
She huffed, her brow furrowing as she glanced back at him. “Must I do all the work? I thought this was the time when a lady simply lay back and... well, endured.”
A chuckle rumbled from him, and he kissed her shoulder, lingering before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m a big man, and you’re little here, between your legs. We’ll take it slowly. Always slow.”
Her lips parted in a soft breath as she nodded, the blush blooming over her cheeks reaching the tips of her ears.
“I trust you,” she whispered.
Boyd positioned her leg atop his. His cock found the entrance to her sex like a divining rod bending over a hidden wellspring. His hips buckled of their own free and randy will.
She stiffened beneath him, her breath catching sharply.
What was he doing? His chest constricted. Dropping his head into the crook of her neck, he pressed a kiss there, his voice a rough whisper. “I cannot be the gentleman you expect, Beth.”
She arched her back, her hips pressing into him. “I don’t want a gentleman. I want you just as you are.”
