“If I do...” he began.
“You will take my virginity, and then that barrier between us will be over and done with, Baen, my hinny love,” Elizabeth answered him.
He swallowed hard. Then, gathering up strength from the depths of his soul, he turned his back on her and walked away from the bed. “Nay, lass, I will not dishonor you,” he told her.
Elizabeth jumped from the bed, her feet making a thumping noise as she did. She threw herself at him as he turned, startled. Her slender body, her small, soft breasts, pressed against his hard body. Her hands reached up to take his face between them. “Do not dare run from me, Baen MacColl!” she cried. “It is not worthy of you!”
His control broke. His arms wrapped about her. His dark head lowered, and he kissed her with a violence that sent a thrill through her from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. “You are a bold witch, Elizabeth Meredith, and whatever happens now between us is on your own head, damn it! Do you understand that?” A single hand caressed her face, cupping it.
Her heart was going to burst through her chest. She was melting with the heat the conjunction of their two bodies produced. “Yes!” she whispered fiercely. “Yes!”
“Then so be it!” he groaned, and, picking her up, carried her back across the room to the bed, where he laid her gently before joining her. “I have wanted you almost from the first moment I saw you,” he admitted.
“I know,” Elizabeth told him. “You were not very good at concealing your feelings, Baen MacColl. It was very flattering, and when I was sent off to court I had a new confidence because of it.” She pulled his dark head down to hers and gave him a slow, sweet kiss.
“I didn’t teach you to kiss like that,” he said, jealousy rising at her expertise.
“Nay, you didn’t,” Elizabeth said, smiling up at him. “You were my first kiss. I have kissed others since, but I shall never kiss another again,” she promised him.
“You will have a husband one day,” he said.
“Do you think me so without honor, Baen, that after giving my virginity to you I should take another man?” Elizabeth responded. “You are my man. There will be no other.” Her hand tangled in his dark hair, and she caressed the nape of his neck with delicate fingertips. “You will have to tell me what to do,” she murmured in his ear.
He shuddered and closed his eyes briefly. This had to be lunacy, he considered tersely. But then Elizabeth was placing little kisses across his face. Baen shook his head in a gesture of surrender. There was no denying his arousal. He was mortal, not some saint. She was soft. She was perfumed. And she was oh, so willing to be loved. And he did love her. He opened his eyes and looked down into her lovely face. “Has anyone told you it may hurt the first time?” he asked her softly. His big hand smoothed the soft blond hair from her forehead.
She nodded, and he could see the small fear in the back of her eyes.
“You must let me take my time and prepare you, sweetheart,” he said.
Elizabeth nodded solemnly. “I trust you, Baen,” she told him.
He smiled gently. “Touch me,” he told her. “Let your pretty hands explore me. You will find it difficult to fear that which you know, Elizabeth. A man likes to be touched every bit as much as a woman,” he explained to her. Then he lay on his back.
She propped herself on her side and looked closely at him. Her first impression of bigness was confirmed. Was his manroot larger in this light? Shyly she ran a hand over his chest. His skin was smooth and warm. The hand slipped to his taut belly, but then drew quickly back. She had never before seen a grown man fully naked. He said nothing. Lowering her head she began to kiss and lick the nipples on his chest, as she had once before. He sighed pleasurably. Emboldened, she now climbed upon him, her bottom resting on his belly. Her two hands smoothed over his broad chest. She feathered little kisses across the hard flesh.
Reaching up he took her two small breasts in his hands and began to play with them. He fondled the twin globes gently. Leaning forward, he licked at them. He teased the nipples until they stood hard with her budding passion. When she bent forward to kiss him on the mouth, Baen wrapped Elizabeth in an embrace and rolled her onto her back again. She gasped, and he soothed her with little murmurs and kisses. She quieted, but then tensed as he caressed her as she had him. Boldly his hand moved to tangle itself in the nest of golden curls between her milky thighs. “Easy, lass,” he whispered to her. His finger slid along the pouting slit of flesh, and Elizabeth trembled.
“I have never been touched there before,” she confided.
Her words were a most potent aphrodisiac, for he believed her. He was the first! He pressed the first joint of one finger between her nether lips. She was moist there, but not yet ready. He sought for and found the tiny nub of flesh that he knew if stimulated properly would excite and pleasure her. He touched it, and she trembled as if sensing the mystery about to be revealed. He rubbed that tiny bit of flesh with his fingertip.
Elizabeth stirred restlessly beneath his hand. What was he doing? Why was he doing it? But instinct suggested she not forbid him, and instinct prevailed. She felt the tiniest of tingles in that secret region of her body, and as he continued to stroke that sensitive bit of flesh she sensed a burgeoning of not just her flesh, but something else to which she could not give a name. And then suddenly it was wonderful! She gasped. “Oh!” she was surprised to hear herself cry out. “Oh! Oh!” Their glances met, and she could see the delight in those gray eyes that his actions were offering her pleasure.
“You like it?” he asked eagerly.
“Yes!” she managed to gasp. “Oh!” His finger had penetrated her to the knuckle. “Baen! What are you doing?”
“Making certain you are ready,” he groaned. Then his mouth found hers. He was burning up with his impatience to have her. To fill her full with his manroot and hear her cry of surrender as their two bodies became one entity. And Elizabeth was very ready, he realized. Her juices were flowing copiously, soaking his big hand. He withdrew his finger from her, sucking it, tasting her, and he thought his lust would explode then and there.
Her breath was coming in short, sharp pants. She was somewhat shocked to see him sucking on the finger that had so recently been within her. “Baen?” She felt fear beginning to well up within her.
“I can’t stop now, Elizabeth,” he half sobbed. “I can’t!”
She swallowed hard. “I know,” she acknowledged. “Just do it! Please!”
“Ah, God, sweetheart, don’t be afraid,” he pleaded with her. “I will love you as sweetly as I can.” His big hands spread her wide, and he slid between her legs. She was so delicate, he suddenly realized.
She felt the head of his manroot penetrating her, and stiffened. She had not dared to look, but it felt as if she were being pierced by an iron rod. She struggled to maintain her composure, for she had initiated this encounter. But God’s blood! He was so big!
