“Never doubt you are the most exquisite woman in the world. From the first moment I saw you, I wanted you.”
“What are you doing?” she asked in more of a squeek.
“Worshipping you.”
He nibbled his way down to her nipple, taking the furled nub into his mouth. Mary moaned. God, she tasted so sweet, so good. He had to remind himself this was for her. Cupping the other breast, he rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She pressed into his hand. How easy it would be to lose himself in her and forget she was an innocent. As quickly as possible, he divested them of the rest of their garments, all the while distracting her with his mouth and hands. Her light mews were a symphony to his ears. He lifted her, laying her on the bed.
His hands trembled a bit, knowing he was the only man who would ever touch her. He kissed and licked her body until her fingersspeared through his hair, gripping his head. He had to tell her now, before they went any farther.
Mary writhed against him. “Why are you stopping?”
Kit took her hand, placing it on his shaft. “This is my member.”
She touched it gently, running her fingers down it. “It’s soft and smooth, almost like a baby’s bottom.” He clenched his teeth as she caressed him. “What does it do?”
Unable to take any more of her ministrations, he removed her fingers. “It has a couple of functions. The one that concerns us now is mating. I will enter you, using my member. That is how babies are made.”
Her forehead pleated. “Where does it go?”
Nothing like having to give one’s bride a lesson on anatomy before making love to her. “Have you ever seen a male dog on top of a bitch?”
“Once, but my governess took me away immediately.”
Now, how to explain it? “When you have your courses—” She nodded. “It fits in that same passage.” Or it would. “It will be tight at first, and there is usually pain associated with the first time.”
She sucked in a breath.
Damn, he’d scared her. There should be a book or something to explain this to a lady. “Don’t be afraid. I’m told the discomfort does not last long.”
Her eyes grew wider. “Do you mean you’ve never done this before either?”
God help him. “I have, but not with a virgin.” He kissed her. “If I could do this without hurting you in any way, my love, I would. As it is, I’ll do my utmost to make it as pleasant for you as possible. Trust me, please.”
What choice did Mary have but to trust Kit? Why hadn’t her mother told her? If only she’d asked her friends. They all seemed to enjoy their husband’s attentions. “I do.”
“Relax and allow me to pleasure you.”
His hands roamed her body as he plundered her mouth. When he sucked her breast she arched up against him and thought nothing could feel better, then he kissed her all over, heating her skin, lighting fires in her veins. He moved inexorably lower, and when she pushed against him, his mouth took hers again.
Mary grew hot and achy, tension thrummed within her, and shewanted him and wished she knew what to do. Then he stroked her mons, and the growing tension in her body coalesced there. When he inserted his fingers, she arched against him. Soon it grew until she couldn’t stand it any longer.Oh God, what was he doing to her?
“Let it go,” he murmured. “Trust me.”
His hand gently squeezed her breast, and she spun out like fine glass in a fire. Just as she thought she’d die, an inferno swept through her, and Kit was over her, bracing on his arms, kissing her again.
Suddenly he was buried inside her. She cried out at the sharp pain, and he stilled. “What happened?”
His fingers brushed her hair from her face. Kit’s face was tense as he touched his forehead to hers. “I entered you. It will only hurt for a little while.”
But why did it have to hurt at all? “I don’t understand.”
“Your maidenhead tore. I’m sorry, my love, I didn’t want to cause you pain. Sadly there is no way around it.”
She’d heard of a maidenhead, but never knew what it was. “Does it always feel like this?”
“God no. As I said, only the first time. How are you feeling?”
The twinges receded, and all she felt was him. This must be what was meant by becoming one. “It’s better. What do we do now?”
