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Jordy carries me to the blanket of furs. He’s over me, and I appreciate the fact that I’m lying down. My knees could never hold me given their weakened state. He supports his weight with one hand and smooths the other along my neckline.
“You’re so beautiful, Milla.” He feathers a kiss on my neck. “So very beautiful.”
I know Jordy hasn’t the slightest doubt that I am a virgin, but young men are not held to the same standards as maidens, and I see how all the lasses look at Jordy.
“I—I don’t know what to do,” I readily admit when Jordy shrugs off his shirt. “Might I ask you something, my love?”
He grins. “We are to be wed. You may ask me anything you wish, my lady.”
“Have you ever done this before? Coupled with a maiden?”
“Milla, what a question.” He’s actually blushing, and I love that his awkwardness now matches mine. “No, Milla, I have never coupled with a maiden. I was propositioned by the miller’s daughter when I was sixteen seasons, but my bravery left me when she showed me her chemise behind the tavern.”
I lightly sock him in the arm and he smiles. But his seriousness rattles my very bones when he settles me to look in my eyes.
“Milla,” Jordy says, “you are the only woman I have ever wanted. This will be the first for both of us.”
I nod my understanding, the heat in my stomach like a million flames when his lips find mine again. His kisses leave my lips and find my neck and chest. His lips graze the top of my breast and I can’t breathe. I lie back on the wheat sack pillow and close my eyes, wanting to block out everything in the world except for his lips on my quivering body.
When Jordy finds the buttons on my bodice, his large fingers fumble at first to unlatch them. I run a hand along his chest and stomach, his skin tightening beneath my touch. When the buttons get the best of him, in one swift motion he lifts me to a seated position.
“Finish the buttons and allow your dress to fall,” he instructs.
“As you wish, my lord.” I do as he requests, the bodice of my dress falling around me, exposing my chemise. He rubs a thumb over the nub of my breast and I cry out. I can’t contain the moan when his fingers slip underneath the fabric.
“Hold your arms up,” Jordy manages through ragged breaths.
He tugs my chemise over my arms and drops it to the dirt floor. My dress is still around my hips, but I am naked from the waist up.
“You are the most exquisite creature I have ever seen.” Jordy’s hands are everywhere; my breasts, my stomach, a finger encircling my belly button. “I don’t know what to taste first,” he admits.
“Then you shall taste every inch of me,” I state matter-of-factly. I am not sure where the boldness comes from, but I stand and shrug my dress from my body. I slide my thumbs into the waistband of my bloomers and free them from my body. I take my time with the stockings and boots as Jordy reclines back on his elbows to watch. First one leg, then the other. I can see his manhood through his trousers and my thighs heat to a dangerous level. I display my nakedness in its full glory, and Jordy seems to approve.
He sits up, wrapping his arms around my waist, his face now level with my stomach. He places gentle kisses on my hipbone and tummy, then trails his tongue from my stomach to my breasts.
“Lie down,” he says. “It’s my turn.”
I lie back again and Jordy stands. He removes his boots and stockings, his eyes never leaving my body. He focuses on every inch of me, as if committing my being to memory. He tugs off his trousers and I lose my breath. His manhood is magnificent, and I worry that my virginal flower will rip from his grandeur. But my fear is as fleeting as morning dew in summer. My longing is greater than any fear my eager mind can conceive. In truth, I may very well die if Jordy doesn’t touch me soon.
He joins me on the furs again, his lips now running down my thighs and legs.
“Just close your eyes and let me have my way with you,” he says. “I want to show you how much I love you.”
I nod and close my eyes, losing myself in the blackness and his words and his touch. I trust Jordy with my life. His mouth is on my thigh again, his breath hot and quickened. I feel his hands on both thighs and he parts them. I’m dizzy, dare not moving an inch. Every sensation in my body heightens when his hands spread across my hipbone.
“You said I could taste, remember?”
All I manage is a moan. He moves up to my breast, his warm mouth capturing the nub and my restraint all at once. He flicks his tongue until I cry out, only exciting him more.
“You’re perfect,” he says. He teases the next breast with his tongue, then cups both in his large hands. “Look at me, Milla.”
I find his eyes through the fog of extasy now clouding mine.
“I would never hurt you,” Jordy says. “I want you to feel nothing but pleasure. Do you trust me, Milla?”
“Yes,” I reply, “with my very soul.” Quick glances at Jordy on the street in front of the bakery has always been enough to make me ache with need, but when he places his narrow man hips over my stomach, my feminine middle tingles and heats with an intensity I never thought possible. I feel his fingers between my legs, gently coaxing and caressing my womanhood to the point of madness.
“Let us be slow at first,” he coos into my ear when I feel his manhood replace his fingers. “I would never hurt you, Milla. You are everything I’ve ever wanted in this life.”
