He gasped in awe.
But again she wondered if she’d made a mistake.He seemed impossibly big.What if she injured herself?
He took her hand and brought it to his mouth, using his tongue to make her palm wet and slick.
She found him again and began to move her hand in the rhythm he’d taught her.
He growled with pleasure and dug his fingers into her buttocks, pressing her hips toward his until they were flesh to flesh.There was just enough room for her hand to squeeze between them.Yet it still didn’t feel close enough.
As she sensed the changes in him—his focused expression, his quickened breathing, his tightened muscles—she decided it was time.
She wrapped one leg over him and turned him onto his back, straddling his hips.
He stiffened in surprise and threw up his hands.But when she continued to stroke him and began rocking herself against his hips, he melted back into a sensuous languor.
She too found pleasure at the pressure of his body upon hers.She began climbing the mountain of erotic delight.The higher she climbed, the less control she had.Soon she was bucking and arching, searching for the right movement that would catapult her to the top.
And as she ascended, so too did Hew.His face was strained.His fists were as white as the bedlinens he clutched.As his cock thrust within her hand, his hips crashed into hers.
Finally, when her passions were stirred to a fever pitch and she sensed he was about to explode, she rose on her knees and aimed his dagger of flesh toward her womanly sheath.With urgent haste, she lowered herself onto him.
There was a wee pinch, less painful than a bee sting, and then a throbbing fullness.
He cried out, half in ecstasy, half in dismay.
Then he froze.A look of horror and disbelief crossed his face.A look that made her panic.Had she been wrong to do it?Did he think she was a shameless wanton?Did he despise her now?
Unable to endure his judgment, but unwilling to stop now, she closed her eyes and resumed her movements.He didn’t resist.Soon the feeling of invasion became one of union as they strove together toward a common goal.
Whatever Hew thought of her, his body at least was delighted.He squeezed her buttocks as he thrust inside her over and over, and she rode him like a galloping steed, ascending that hill of desire once again.
When she reached the top, he stiffened at the same time.As waves of release crashed down upon her, he pulled out of her, pulsing and spilling his seed over his own belly.
Hew felt ashamed.And villainous.And spineless.
It had always been up to him to make sure he never harmed Carenza.
After all, she wasn’t experienced.And he was.
Now he’d violated her trust.Compromised her virtue.Taken advantage of her in a moment of weakness.
There was no excuse for it.No apology that would suffice for what he’d stolen.No amends that would restore her virginity.
Still, he was a man of honor.He had to make the attempt.
Unable to look her in the eye, he murmured, “I’m so sorry, my lady.I ne’er meant to hurt you.I know better.I shouldn’t have begun this.I should have had more patience.’Tis all my fault.Will you e’er forgive me?”
“What?”
The odd tone of her voice drew his eye.
Carenza wasn’t hurt.Or sad.Or distressed.
She was confused.“What is all your fault?”
He spread his hands to indicate their situation.“This.”
She scoffed.“This isyourfault?”
