This was some kind of seventh heaven of rapture, she thought as she squeezed her eyes shut and arched her back and tossed her head to the side on the pillow.
She kissed him deeply, tasting the flavor of her own feminine arousal and losing control of all her senses.
“Please, take these off,” she pleaded, tugging at his trousers. “I want to do everything with you. I want you to make love to me.”
Seger felt his defenses slip beneath the erotic force of her plea and the pounding ache in his loins. He could not seem to locate the discipline that had always been his unwavering armor. It was that very discipline that had protected him from ambitious debutantes or lonely wives of philandering husbands. He had managed to live a gratifying eight years without ever causing an unwanted pregnancy out of wedlock.
Yet here tonight, he was suddenly willing to risk it all. Consequences meant nothing. He wanted Clara with an overpowering need, but she was his future wife. Could he not relax just this once? Could they not begin their journey now? Why wait for the marriage papers? That was just a formality. Even if he got her with child, they could simply claim that the baby had come early. It happened all the time, didn’t it?
He was making excuses. He would say anything to justify making love to her now, with unfettered abandon.
Clara, delightful sexual creature that she was, began to tug at his trousers. He grabbed hold of her hand in an effort to stop her, knowing it was his last vestige of restraint.
“What are you doing, darling? That’s dangerous territory.”
“I don’t care,” she said. “I want you. We’re engaged. Why not? I’ve heard it’s painful the first time. Why not get that over with now, so that I can enjoy our wedding night without any fears or anxieties?” She kissed his neck and chest and sent him spinning into a world of savage yearning. “I can feel it. Please, Seger….”
She was thrusting her hips against him while she begged. It was too much. He was losing the fight. Then she reached into his trousers and took a firm, determined hold of his desire.
“Please,” she whispered again in his ear, more urgently.
The bed seemed to shift beneath him, and that was that.
He reached down in a fumbling panic that was completely outside his natural smooth approach and ripped his pants off like a randy schoolboy.
How much time did they have? A quarter of an hour? Let it be more than that.
A second later he was nude, pressing himself into the soft moist heat between her thighs.
“Are you certain?” he asked one last time, praying she wouldn’t change her mind now.
“Yes.”
No hesitation there.
She nibbled on his earlobe, leading him into a swirling eddy of pleasure until he was long gone, past the point of no return.
His whole being trembled with need as the head of his desire came to a quiet pause at the entrance to her sweet, welcoming haven. Slowly he edged himself inside as wave upon wave of pleasure enveloped him. He kissed her deeply and she wrapped her legs around his hips, and she pulled him into her, her fingernails digging into the firm flesh of his back.
Her body arched into his. He shifted, hesitated for a moment, then thrust slowly forward, as gently as possible, into the tight hollow between her thighs. It wasn’t long before he felt the rupture of her delicate womanhood.
Clara whimpered in his ear and the awareness of the physical pain he had caused her brought him to a halt. “I’m sorry for that,” he whispered as he kissed her neck.
She clung to his shoulders and squeezed him tightly. “Don’t be. I wanted it.”
Pushing himself up on one elbow, the other arm stretched across her, he gazed down at her face in the flickering candlelight. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. The vision of her beneath him with her hair splayed out on the pillow was so astounding, so humbling, it made his chest ache.
She took his face in her hands and stroked his cheek, then closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.
Feeling a passionate jolt, and awakening from what felt like a dream, Seger paused for a moment to think, realizing this was only the second time in his life that he had taken a woman’s virginity. It had been twelve years since the first time, and he had not thought about it in ages. Tonight, he felt almost like a virgin himself.
Lowering his mouth to hers, careful not to hurt her, Seger pushed more deeply into her soft, heated depths. Together they moved in harmony, seeking a satisfaction they had both been craving since the first night they’d met and kissed under the stairs.
She was his now. Forever. She would be his wife and share his bed each night. He wanted it to begin now. He didn’t want to wait two months, but this was how the world worked, he supposed.
Suddenly a pounding wave of pleasure crashed over him and he quickened inside his future wife, feeling a blinding rush of gratification. She dug her fingernails into his back and pushed her hips upward, squeezing around him.
Just then, somewhere in the house, a clock chimed four times. He collapsed upon Clara, utterly spent.
