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“Felton,” she whispered, her heartbreaking for him. “Don’t feel sorry for it now.”
He shook his head, “That I had hurt you? Esther, it will linger with me for the rest of my life,” he kissed just under her collarbone. “But now, all I can see is the perfect woman in my bed, a woman that leaves me speechless; one that I will spend every day for the rest of my life convincing her of my love…one that stirs a need in me. Never have I ever felt what I feel with you,” he murmured as he took her nipple between his teeth and sucked hard, drawing a pleasured cry from her.
Arching under him, Esther grabbed the sheets while he pleasured her, revelling in the warmth of his body and the furnace of his mouth. But two could play that game and with a dared her fingers to quest lower. He sucked in a breath and held it as she lightly traced his clothed erection. He stilled when she cupped her hand around him. To Esther’s shock, his member seemed to get thicker in her hand.
He kissed her neck. “If you wanted to touch, you could just ask.”
Grasping her hips, he spun them on the bed, and held her on top of him. Wordlessly, Esther ran her fingers over his chest and stomach, tracing every line, dip, and bulge. Wondering if he felt pleasure for his nipples like she did, Esther leaned into him, wanting to taste him on her tongue, and she ran her tongue over the flat disk.
He tasted divine, all-male; addictively so. She explored previously forbidden territory, her hands running over his skin, and her mouth following in their place. Shimmering down his body, Esther looked up from the thick bulge at his crotch.
“Go ahead,” he said.
Hooking her hands into the loose waist, she tugged them down and freed him. His manhood sprang free, the shaft thick and upright, the flared crown brushing his abdomen and his stones heavy and swollen with need.
“How do I—”
Felton took her hand and rested it upon him. He was velvety smooth yet at the same time as hard as iron, and when she dared move her hand, Felton let out a guttural groan and closed his eyes, letting his head drop back again. Tentatively, she moved her hand over him and felt him swell with each stroke, just as the dampness between her thighs grew as well.
“In the book…” she dared. “Madeline pleasured Nathaniel with her mouth; is that something you would like?”
He sat, “Very much so, but not tonight. Tonight, it is my job to please you.”
“I want to,” Esther pressed, then lowered her head.
Under Felton’s disbelieving gaze, she licked the glistening drop that slipped from the tip and a shudder overcame him as she did it again. Esther's tongue dipped into the slit before she took the head of him inside her mouth.
The taste of him was strange; faint salt and musk, but she took him deeper, careful to not touch the back of her throat, and used her hand to pleasure the parts not in her mouth. When she sucked slightly, Felton’s stifled grunt told her that she was doing it right, and she continued licking, sucking, and pleasuring him, until his bollocks began to tighten.
Then Felton growled, “Enough.”
He pulled her away from him and spun her to lay under him, “Minx.” Just before he kissed her, his hand found its way between her legs and slipped a finger over her wetness.
“I want you, love,” he kissed her jaw while his fingers slid inside her, and his thumb settled over her swollen pearl. His fingers worked her slick heat, grinning when he found her thoroughly wet and aroused. Esther’s body was aching and writhing under his touch, and he chuckled, a low, rich tone that had her eyes opening.
His lips trailed hot kisses down her neck and across her breast while his thick fingers kept thrusting inside her. With a muffled, incoherent cry, Esther’s hand grabbed at him while her thighs tightened around his hand as she found ecstasy with a scream.
While kissing her through her climax, Felton pulled away to give her a soft, but heated look. “I cannot contain myself any more, love,” his free hand caressed her face, “I think you know that when we join, there will be a moment of pain. Hold unto me, cry out if you need, but I promise you, after it goes, nothing will be more pleasurable.”
“I know,” Esther whispered as she boldly fitted her legs around her hips.
Felton leaned in, and his lips rested upon hers while her pulse leaped in an erratic rhythm. She had never been this intimate with a man before, and to feel his powerful body over hers, his hardness stretched fully over her, desire possessed her through and through.
His kiss grew while Felton pulled her legs up higher and increased the pressure on her mouth as a heated, aching wetness pulsed to life in the secret place between her legs. Esther softly whimpered and arched her back, longing for him to claim her as no man ever had. To be his first, his only…
With one hand cupping her bottom, pressing her to him while his tongue plundered her mouth, Felton eased into her softness. He flexed his hips and pushed further in, making Esther feel every inch of his hardness, stretching and filling her.
He stopped a little, and she let out the breath she had not been aware that she had been holding, only to feel him pull out a little. Over and over, he repeated the process, inching in a little, just to retreat; each short stroke enough to stir her blood and tease her for what was to come. Esther moaned his name.
Trembling with desire, she succumbed when he urged her legs around his waist. His kisses did not stop piercing her mouth like his shaft was doing to her body. Esther found that she was open to him, and his powerful thighs kept hers apart as he slowly, slowly sank further, pushing forward an inexorable pressure.
Then he paused, took her mouth with passion, and, with a hard thrust, broke her maidenhead. Esther cried out in his mouth and shivered through the quickly fleeing pain. When his mouth pulled away, Esther was gasping for another reason; she was not sure she could accommodate his enormous size, and yet her body was opening for him, stretching around him,
“Are you in pain, love?” he asked.
Esther shook her head, only to hear him sigh, “Then open your eyes. Meet mine as we love each other.”
When she looked, she saw tenderness and love as he gazed down upon her, and for the first few strokes, he moved tenderly within her too. His thrusts were slow and tender, just like his constant kisses upon her mouth and skin were until, with one gentle thrust, he was finally seated deep within her.
