Muscles? Sleepy.
Thighs? Aching.
Insides? Hot, coiled, and bothered, missing something.
“No.”
“I had heard women would be sore after the first encounter.”
Jocast blushed and rolled over. Girion was naked and lying on his side, a nervous, sweet expression on his face—completely misaligned with the warrior body hovering over her. That was the body of a destroyer, with the eyes of a protector. “I think it will be, soon.”
“Soon?”
“After there’s more,” Jocasta explained, lightly running one fingertip over his manhood.
“Oh. Shall we bathe and breakfast?”
“Mhm.”
“Excellent.” Girion rose and scooped her up, only to hiss in surprise when she wriggled away and grabbed her robe. “What is it?”
“I’ll be back!”
Jocasta raced across the hall to her own room and used the privy facilities there, cleaning herself quickly before rejoining her husband—and stopping to get the wedding gift she had for him.
Girion looked relieved when she came back, standing sheepishly with a blanket pulled over his middle. “I had meant bathe together. The tub is big enough, and the warmth will ease your muscles.”
“I had a wedding gift for you.”
“But you are gift enough!” Girion protested and took the small box she offered.
“This is a little extra then.”
Jocasta watched Girion open the talisman, examine it, and then put it tenderly against his heart, curled in his fist. “Amos. That was your brother?”
“The younger of the two. The first magical item I made. I meant for it to keep him safe. He wasn’t wearing it when— Well, I want you to have it. So that you will always be safe.”
Girion nodded and swallowed hard. “Should we breakfast first?” he asked in a raspy voice.
Jocasta smiled. Her husband had a soft center, and very few would ever see it. It was another present that he gave only to a cherished few. “You have awakened other appetites in me that food won’t cure. I don’t know what to do,” she confessed, and it was true. She was fairly certain Girion’s size would be painful at first, but she wanted him more than anything.
“If my queen would show me those appetites, I would do my utmost to satisfy them.”
“Show?”
He nodded. “I’m not good with words. But I would be a good pupil for such a forgiving teacher.”
Jocasta slid her arms up and around Girion’s chest, laughing softly when he picked her up so she could wrap her arms aroundhis neck and kiss him. “I’m not sure how to show you. Perhaps we could find a combination of words and demonstration?”
“After bathing?”
“Or during.”
Girion let out a shuddering sigh. “If I did not trust you, I would be in great trouble.”
WARM AND WET. HER BODYwas lithe and full, with round curves to pillow himself on and squeeze. Jocasta let him explore—fully. Girion had the idea that he must be doing something right, or she would have stopped him. Yet, he still kept asking, voice a little more confident each time, “I’m not causing you pain? Nothing is sore?”
Each time she’d stretch and moan, and take her own turn exploring. Her shorter body bounced in the water, breasts teasing his chest, hands cupping his buttocks, and fists gently stroking him until he moaned and let her own him completely.
