It had been so long since he had last been inside a woman.
Too long.
But this woman, being inside her would be different, and it was something he knew instinctively. Not just because she was his wife. Because she was Catriona. Somehow, they had connected in a visceral way. He felt it in the way their bodies moved together, in the urgency rolling through him.
He wanted to make this good for her. As painless as possible. As pleasurable as he could.
Alessandro kissed a path down her belly, marveling at the smoothness of her skin, the heat of it against his lips. Then lower still. He caressed her hips first, then her inner thighs, spreading her legs wider.
He kissed to her mound, and then he parted her with his tongue, running it along her slick folds. When she cried out again, her hips jolting from the bed, he hummed his approval. She tasted sweet and musky, and he wanted more.
He fluttered his tongue over her pearl, then took her into his mouth and sucked. Here, she was as responsive as ever. Her fingers were in his hair now, not gently sifting but grabbing. She was wild in her pleasure. He had not expected that from a gently bred young lady.
But he was grateful for it.
Grateful for the way she pumped her hips against him with unrestrained abandon. For the strangled sound of his name on her lips, along with a plea for more.
“Please.”
She begged so prettily, he could do nothing but attempt to appease her. He licked down her slit, then delved deeper. He sank his tongue inside her wet heat, where he would soon slide his cock. The thought made him even harder.
But first, he wanted to make her come again. This time, on his tongue. As he licked her, he worked his thumb over her clitoris. She thrust against him, making the most delicious sounds, rather like a purring feline.
Sí.
This was good. So very good. Her body tensed beneath him, and he knew she was close. One more gentle surge of his tongue, a swirl of his thumb, and she was gone. She cried out as her release quaked through her. He pleasured her until he could not wait another moment to take her.
He rose, before settling more firmly between her legs. Poised to enter her, he stopped first, drinking in the sight before him. Her eyes were half-closed, her lustrous hair fanned out over the pillow. Her breasts were full and ripe, waist perfectly curved, and even her arms were things of beauty, elegant and pale, her hands clutching the bedclothes at her sides now instead of his hair.
“You are ready,querida?” he asked, rubbing the head of his cock over her.
Diosknewhewas ready.
“Ready,” she repeated. “Yes. Oh, yes.”
He guided himself to her entrance. Without another word, he pushed inside her, slowly. Wet heat engulfed him. Sensation flooded him. He could not suppress a groan at the feel of her. She was so tight, almost squeezing him out. So good.
He moved again, a deliberate thrust, sinking deeper. His ability to think fled. He was mindless now, lust roaring through his veins, need holding him in its possessive grip. He had to have more. All of her. Another shallow thrust until he reached the barrier of her maidenhead.
His body took on a life of its own. He pumped deeper, gripping her lush bottom in his hands and angling her to slide all the way home. They both cried out when he was fully seated inside her. Heat flooded him.
But he remembered she was a virgin. He lowered himself over her, leveraging himself so he did not crush her with his weight, but so they were flush against each other, her hard, little nipples poking into his chest. He kissed her cheek.
“Shall I go on, or do you want me to stop,querida?”
Her brilliant eyes burned into his gaze. “There is more?”
A pained laugh emerged from him.Cristo, this woman he had wed…
“Sí,there is more. Much more.” He paused. “Are you in pain? I do not want to hurt you.”
“No pain.” Her hands glided over his forearms before settling on his shoulders once more. “There was a pinch, an ache. Now I feel only…restless.”
Restless.
Her admission burned through him. Not plunging into her over and over again like a savage beast was growing more difficult by the moment.
“You must tell me to stop if it hurts,” he forced out.
