Her violet eyes finally looked into his silvery gray ones. There was something there she didn’t understand at all. A look that totally confused her. But at least he was not slavering over her body like some fierce bestial animal.
“Would you like to see what I look like?” he asked her, and before she might refuse he threw back the down coverlet. Then he lay back.
Her curiosity overwhelmed her, and Allegra stared unabashedly at his long lean body. His shoulders and chest were broad, but she had known that, for even clothed she could see he was a big man. He was lightly furred upon his chest. Her eyes followed the delicate line of dark fur as it ran down his flat belly to a thick tangle of dark black curls between his muscled thighs. Allegra swallowed hard, but she was unable to turn away from her first sight of his manhood. “My brother was not so big,” she remarked frankly. “I used to spy when he and his friends compared themselves.”
“Ahh,” he said, his unspoken question answered.
“Your feet are big,” she noted.
“Yes,” he answered her.
“But not wide. And your arms and legs are hairy. James Lucian was not hairy at all as I remember it,” Allegra told her husband.
“Each man has slight differences,” he advised her, “even as women do.”
“I suppose you would like to see me,” Allegra responded, and threw back the coverlet on her side of the bed. “I hope I compare favorably with the other women you have known, Quinton.”
“Very favorably,”he assured her. Then he bent down, and licked at her nipple.
“Oh my!”she said again. His touch was thrilling. His dark head against her milky flesh intoxicating. Unable to help herself she reached out with a hand and touched his head, threading her fingers lightly through the black hair.“Ohhhh!”His mouth had closed over the nipple, and he suckled upon her.
“Ohhhh good, or ohhhh bad?” he asked amused, raising his head, and piercing her with his silvery gaze.
“Good,” she whispered, blushing, barely able to look at him.
“You are being very brave, Allegra,” he told her with a chuckle.
“You are being very kind, I think,” she replied.
“You have lovely breasts, my dear. They are like small round peaches, summer-ripe and bursting with sweetness. I will want to continue to adore them, Allegra. Will you let me?”
“Yes,” she said. “I like your touch.”
“There will come a moment when I become overwhelmed with your loveliness, and shall not ask your permission further, my dear. You must not be fearful, however, for I shall not harm you,” the duke told her.
“Will you put your manhood inside of me?” she asked him.
“Yes.”
“Will it hurt? Sirena said it hurts the first time,” Allegra confided in him, although her cheeks were now fiery hot.
“Yes,” he answered her. “It will hurt the first time, but how much depends on how tightly your virginity is lodged, my dear. I will be as gentle as I can be, I promise.”
Allegra swallowed hard. “Very well then, sir, let us soldier on now. I should be rid of this troublesome virginity so you may have your pleasure of me. I am told men enjoy this fucking very much.”
Now it was Quinton Hunter who swallowed hard. Actually he wanted to laugh. Most young women, he assumed, would have been reticent to speak, would have been shyly reluctant, and maybe even frightened on their wedding night. Allegra had passed through those stages quite quickly. He didn’t think he had ever heard a proper lady use the termfucking. Nor mention in an offhanded manner that she had heard men enjoyed it. “They do,” he agreed, “but women also enjoyfucking as well, my dear. They can be as enthusiastic as any gentleman,” the duke assured his new wife.
“Indeed?” Allegra remarked. “Well, sir, then let us get to it, shall we. Is your manhood serviceable?”
Now he could not help himself, and he did burst out laughing. “Allegra, Allegra! Your innocence is charming, but passion is not something one can force to one’s will. We began nicely, but your questions have turned the mood between us. Can you, my dear, be quiet now, and let me lead you down Eros’s path to pleasure? I find that I most surely do want to make love to you.” He tipped her face up, and kissed her cherry lips, gently at first, and then with a little more passion, as he pushed her back against their pillows. “You are a most talkative little puss, my dear, but the time for talking has now come to an end. Would you agree with me on that?” He kissed the tip of her nose softly.
“But…but,” she protested faintly, “I have questions, sir.”
“Which shall all be answered, my dear, in due time, I promise you,” Quinton Hunter told his wife. He kissed her ear, licking at it very provocatively, and then blowing softly into it. “I love the taste of your skin, Allegra,” he told her, his lips wandering down her neck, and across her shoulder.
“But what should I do?” she pleaded.
“Nothing, my dear, but be quiet and still, follow your own instincts, and let me make love to you. No one has ever touched you before tonight, Allegra. I know that. No man shall ever have you but me.” His voice had suddenly become very harsh.“You are mine, my dear!”
