“Hard to explain. It is something you just feel, Adela. But you ought to save the rest of your questions for afterward. Pausing to talk at each step dampens the heat of the moment. Allow your body respond in the way it desires. Do not hold back or worry about fire sweeping through you. This is supposed to happen.”
She nodded. “May I ask just one more question before we start again in earnest?”
He groaned inwardly. “Yes, love. Go ahead.”
“When you put your lips to my bosom, I responded in a place other than there. Is this supposed to happen?”
“Yes. Are you referring to the tender spot at the juncture of your thighs?”
She nodded and started to clamp her legs together.
“No, love. Just relax. This is where you will feel the heightened desire no matter where I touch you because it is the core of your pleasure sensations.”
“I did feel it already,” she said, her body easing as he slid his hand lower to rest on the inside of her thigh.
He smiled. “You felt the start of it. You haven’t fully experienced the rest of it yet. You’ll know when you do. Clear your head of questions now and allow your body to show you the way.”
Her eyes widened. “Are you sure it will instinctively know?”
“Yes, love. Hold onto the bed sheets.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ll need to cling to something when I make you soar.”
“Sweet mercy.”
He kissed her deeply and then proceeded to leave no part of her body unexplored, for he was no less affected than she was.
Her curves were perfection, and she was heaven to the touch.
His urges were purely sinful, for she set him on fire and all of him was burning.
He shifted lower to settle his shoulders between her legs, knowing this was a shockingly intimate thing to do. But what he intended next would also thrill her and give her the adventure she craved but had only read in books until now.
As for him, he wanted to hear her soft, shattering cries, to call out his name and clasp his shoulders as she begged for mercy.
He wanted to give her the best night of her life…which he proceeded to do with the first soft lick of his tongue at her core.
She responded immediately, her innocence almost causing him to spill himself because he was already so aroused by her.
She tasted so sweet, like nectar on his tongue.
Her skin was soft and as fragrant as orange blossoms.
The soft purrs coming from low in her throat excited him beyond bearing, for she was soon hot and moist for him, calling his name softly and trying to keep her composure as her sensibilities abandoned her.
He ought to have warned her this would happen, but he did not want her dissecting the moment instead of simply feeling the passion build within her. A few more breathy moans from her and he knew she was close…so close.
Let yourself go, love.
He had barely finished the thought before she erupted like a little volcano, clinging to the bed sheets and then to him as he arched up to watch her beautifully responsive face and her eyes fill with wonder. “Adela…sweetheart, you are ready for me.”
He drew off his trousers and took her back in his arms as he entered her slowly, her slickness easing his way despite how tight she was and how urgently he needed to embed himself inside her. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you so very much. You are heaven in my arms. You will always be my heaven.”
He finally got out the words he needed to say because he wanted her to know their marriage was going to be real in every way.
“Ambrose…I…ah…”
