His finger gently pushed inside her and she sighed lightly. This was not what she was expecting, but it felt good—very good. His palm rested against the very place between her legs that was throbbing with such a demanding insistence. He started to rub that pulsating core, softly at first, then with more and more pressure.
She released a loud sigh that was almost a cry. Yes, this was what she needed, what she had to have.
The pressure of his palm increased. The stroking intensified.
Not thinking, just reacting, her back arched in time to his rhythm as she rubbed herself against him, her cries coming louder and louder with each tormenting caress.
The fire inside her reached inferno level. Waves of pleasure rushed through her, the likes of which she had never expected or thought possible. She cried out loudly before collapsing back on the bed, luxuriating in the subsiding shudders that still rippled through her.
‘My, oh, my, no one ever told me it was going to be like that,’ she said when her heart returned to something resembling its normal rhythm.
‘I knew you’d be magnificent when you came,’ he said, nuzzling her ear. ‘And there’s so much more—we’ve only just started.’
Margaret moved sensually on the bed. ‘Then I want it all.’
Her mother’s talk had said nothing about what they’d just done. It had been little more than an anatomical lesson on what went where so marriage could be consummated and they could make babies. Now she wanted that as well. She wanted his what inside her where. And she wanted it now.
‘I believe I am ready to finish doing my wifely duty now,’ she said with a small giggle.
‘As you wish,’ he said, smiling down at her. His hand once again cupped her breast, his tormenting fingers stroking the tight nipple, causing that delicious pounding to erupt within her. ‘But I meant what I said. If you want to stop, let me know. I don’t want to hurt you.’
She remembered how big he was and briefly had some doubts, but she trusted him—trusted him explicitly.
‘I promise I will,’ she said, giving him the reassurance she knew he needed.
His body covered hers and he kissed her again. It was wonderful to feel him over her, naked skin against naked skin, the hardness of his muscles so different to the softness of her own body.
She wrapped her arms around him. Wanting to feel more of those muscles, her fingers stroked the contours of his back and down to those firm buttocks.
He moved one knee between her thighs and she parted her legs.
‘Wrap your legs around my waist,’ he whispered into her ear.
She did as he asked, opening herself up to him, offering herself to him, wanting him to fill her up and relieve her intense need for him.
She felt him hard against her cleft as he moved towards her opening, slowly, as if afraid she might break, then he positioned himself at her entrance. She gripped his firm buttocks tighter, pulling him towards her, letting him know this was what she wanted, there was no need to hold back.
Slowly, he entered her, and she could tell he was exercising restraint. She waited for the pain she’d been told she’d feel. There was a slight burn, but who cared, a bit of pain was worth the pleasure.
‘I want to feel you inside me,’ she whispered into his ear.
He pushed slightly deeper, and she sighed, loving the feeling of joining with him as one.
Slowly, gently, he withdrew, then pushed inside her again, slightly harder, slightly deeper.
‘Yes,’ she murmured, as much to herself as to him. She looked up into his face and could see the desperate restraint on his face. ‘Yes,’ she repeated. ‘I’m ready. I want this.’
The tension in his face relaxed. He leant down and kissed her lips, then pushed hard into her with a powerful thrust. She almost gasped at the fullness of him inside her and buried her head against his shoulder, so he would not stop for fear of hurting her.
‘Are you all right?’ he whispered in her ear.
‘Yes!’ she cried back. ‘Yes, yes!’ she repeated, all other words failing her, but fearful that he might stop if she didn’t let him know how much she wanted this.
He withdrew from her and thrust into her again and again. The initial shock disappeared as her body reacted to the increasing tempo. Clutching his buttocks tighter, she moved her legs further up his back so he could enter her even deeper. Her back arching, she lost herself in his rhythm as he took her higher and higher, her sighs becoming pants, then moans, then cries.
Her body at fever-pitch, he pushed into her harder and faster, until spasm after spasm of pleasure ripped through her, each more insistent than last time, and she cried out loudly, her fingers digging into his buttocks as she shuddered beneath him.
He thrust inside her a few more times then withdrew, his release coming outside her body.
