“Bertha explained it to me years ago. And I really don’t mind.”
He slid his hand across her waist, down over her softly rounded belly. “You don’t?”
She was biting her lips. “It’s going to hurt.”
“Yes. The first time.”
“The first time?” she echoed. “You mean we’ll do it more than once?”
“Usually,” he said, as his long fingers slid into the tangle of curls at her apex and she jerked, then forced herself to lie still.
“But it doesn’t hurt that much?”
“I don’t believe so. But I’ve never been a with a virgin before.”
“You haven’t?” She sounded pleased but then gasped as his hands slid further between her legs. His touch was sure and practiced and slowly she began to relax, some of the tightness in her body loosening.
He moved up again, so that he could kiss her, distract her, as he began to coax some dampness from her. She continued to chatter.
“Most women find this perfectly acceptable,” she said, in a tight voice as his fingers delved deeper. “I’ve heard some even grow to like it.”
He hid a smile from her. “Occasionally.”
“Do women tend to like it when you do it?”
He kissed her forehead, nuzzling her lazily. “Mmh-hmm,” he murmured in agreement.
“Do you think I’ll like it?” She was sounding nervous, the perfect time for him to pull away, leave her, which he would do, if he weren’t such a very bad man.
“Maybe.” It was a taunt, one he shouldn’t give in to. No woman has ever left his bed unsatisfied. Georgie was more important than all the faceless other women, and he intended to leave her screaming his name before the night was through.
He wanted to taste her badly, but he wondered if she’d be too shocked. Bertha probably hadn’t explained that, but he found he couldn’t resist temptation.
“Just lie there,” he said, in a gravelly voice, moving down her body. Her legs were tight together, and he laughed. “It doesn’t work that way.”
She relaxed her legs a fraction. “Are you going to do it now?”
“Do it?” he echoed, amused.
“What Bertha told me.”
“Let’s leave Bertha out of this. No, I’m going to get you ready.”
“How?”
He started to move her legs apart, but she resisted. He kissed her then, full and hard and deep, holding nothing back, and she rose to meet him, her legs falling open.
He caressed her, with his hands, his mouth, working his way down her body until he reached her mound. “Don’t be too shocked,” he said, his voice light with amusement.
“Why would I... Oh, my God!” He had put his mouth between her legs, and she jerked, trying to close herself off from him.
But he was prepared, holding her legs apart as he went down on her. She was sweet, delicious, and he’d forgotten how much he loved it. Loved this with her and her squeaky protests. She was shoving at his shoulders, trying to dislodge him, but he found her sweet spot and sucked, and she let out a loud, frightened moan.
He continued, using his lips, his tongue and his teeth, and at some point, she stopped fighting him. Threaded her fingers through his long hair and held him against her. It was easy to tell when she was near her peak, her breathing was short, her hips were moving, restlessly, and she stopped talking in full sentences, coming out with choked phrases like “oh my God” and “don’t” and “more.”
The “more” was permission enough. He brought her to the edge, holding her there, until she broke, letting out a satisfying scream. He moved then, wiping his mouth on the bedclothes as he surged over her. He was still dressed, and he tore away at his clothes, kicking out of them while she lay there and trembled in continuing reaction.
He couldn’t wait any longer, and he started to move over her, when she reached out, stopping him, and he wanted to howl in frustration.
