Andrew grabbed her hand and swept them behind one of the masts. “Alone at last.”
Cicely giggled, but turned her face up to him for a kiss. He brought his lips to hers, teasing them before sliding his tongue into her mouth. He’d wanted her so desperately, but up till now this was all he’d allowed them to do. Now he slid his hands over her lush bottom.
“Oooh, that’s nice.”
Andrew moved on to nibble her ear. “Just nice?”
Her breath quickened. “Well, perhaps a bit more.”
“I think we should find our cabin.”
She pulled back a bit, her eyes wide. “Mama wanted to have a talk with me before then.”
Aha, that’s why Cicely had been kept from him. “And I think, as your husband, it is my right and privilege to answer all your questions and teach you everything you need to know.”
She swallowed. “You do?”
“Absolutely.” He took her mouth again, bringing her body flush against his. “Shall we go?”
Cicely melted into him. “Yes.”
They made their way to the aft of the ship, through her parents’ cabin to the part where the staterooms were located. She opened the door to her room.
Andrew drew Cicely into a long kiss. “I can’t believe we’re finally alone.”
“Nor can I.” She reached up and began untying his cravat. “My love, I’m a bit nervous.”
He quickly unlaced her gown so that it gaped open, giving him a perfect view of the beautiful creamy mounds. His shaft hardened with anticipation. “I won’t lie to you. This may hurt some, but I’ll be as gentle as possible, and it will never hurt again.”
She threw his neckcloth down, applying herself to his waistcoat buttons. By the time she was done, her gown had slid down over her generous hips to the floor. He shrugged out of his waistcoat, then drew his shirt over his head.
Cicely gasped. “Oh, I didn’t know how well you look.” She placed her hand on his chest, spreading her fingers through his curls. “Umm, I like this.”
Good Lord, she’d be the death of him. He quickly removed the rest of their clothing, except for her shift. That would be gone soon enough, and he didn’t want to scare her. Swooping her up, he placed her in the middle of the bed and lay down next to her.
Her arms came around his neck, pulling him closer. “I want you to know I trust you.”
He claimed her lips, running his tongue over her teeth, exploring the soft, warm cavern of her mouth before kissing and licking his way to her already tight, pale pink nipples. He’d waited so long to taste her, and she was just as good as he’d thought she would be. Vanilla and coconut.
She moaned, arching into him. His member throbbed with need. God help him, he had to go slowly for her. Andrew attended to her other breast, burying his head in her softness as he moved a hand to her damp curls.
Cicely spread her legs as Andrew settled between them. Her breasts still ached with wanting him, yet now his lips had moved to her stomach and his fingers rubbed her most sensitive spot. Hot desire streaked through her like lightning, causing her to lift her hips to him. “I want . . .”
He chuckled. “You’re hot and wet. Soon.”
One finger entered her. “So strange.”
“Are you all right?” Andrew asked, concerned.
“Yes, more than all right. It—it’s wonderful.”
He grunted as his body grew as hard as a rock. Cicely pushed against his hand. “There is more.”
“Yes.”
He shifted over her, nudging his shaft where his finger had been. “Cicely, my love, hold on to me.”
She twined her arms around his neck as he thrust into her. She gave a small yelp as a sharp pain took her breath away, and he stopped.
