Page 46 of Wed By Proxy

“Now you’re ready,” he told her with satisfaction, and dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose, as he swiftly rolled over her. He concentrated very hard on listening to her breathing as he eased into her, by small degrees until he was lodged deep inside her, where he needed to be. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he urged. She did, crossing her ankles behind his back. “How does that feel?”

Her eyes fluttered open and she regarded him a moment. “Deep.”

“Does it hurt?” he frowned.

She shook her head. “Just burns a little.”

Burns? He swallowed. That wasn’t good. “We’ll stay like this, until you say we can move.”

Again, her face registered surprise and uncertainty. “You didn’t move last time.”

He blushed. “No, last time was— ” He found himself at a loss for words. “It’ll get better, I promise.”

“Did you think last time was bad?” she blurted.

“Gods no! But I was …very inconsiderate.”

“I don’t think you were.”

He gave a pained smile. “That’s because you don’t know any better.”

“Oh,” she appeared to mull this over for a minute, before rolling her hips and making Guy grunt. “Sorry. I was just checking.”

“Does it still burn?” His voice shook slightly.

She screwed up her face. “Not really?”

She didn’t sound too sure, but frankly, Guy wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. He was already hard enough to hammer wood and conversing with a woman while he was deep inside her was proving surprisingly stimulating. Who would have thought he’d enjoy that? Certainly not him! “Try again,” he suggested. Mathilde did it again, and Guy shut his eyes, breaking off a curse.

“Does it hurt you when I do that?” Mathilde asked curiously. “Or…”

“It feels good. Really good,” he said thickly.

“Is that …how you want me to move?” she asked shrewdly.

“Yes,” he groaned.

“And what will you be doing?” she sounded a bit nervous.

His eyes bore into hers. “Do you want me to show you?”

She nodded her head, and Guy gave a tentative thrust of his hips.

“Oh,” she moaned softly. “That’s not so … bad.”

“I want to do it harder than that,” he admitted, and felt himself breaking into a sweat. “But I can do it gently, until you’re ready for hard.”

She nodded again, completely trusting every word he said. “Should we try moving at the same time?”

He had to breathe in and out a few times before he answered. He could do this. “Yes.”

He wasn’t sure how long he labored above her, giving only shallow dips of his hips, concentrating on keeping his weight on his forearms and not crushing her, listening to her sighs and the hitches in her breathing as his cock throbbed in her tight channel. He couldn’t concentrate too hard on the sinuous roll of her hips, or the rigid control he was exercising right now would snap. The effort she made to match his easy rhythm nearly undid him, along with the frown of concentration on her face. Would she strive to match it, if he fucked hard like he wanted? Probably not. He imagined her digging her heels into the mattress and throwing herself into his pounding strokes. How would her face look then? A trickle of sweat ran down between his shoulder blades. He wanted to know. Badly.

“Guy?”

“Yes, sweeting,” he swooped down and kissed her jaw.

“I’m ready now.”