“Deena,” he murmured roughly, “if you’re not ready?—”
“I am,” she replied quietly, placing her hands gently on his face and feeling his rough stubble beneath her soft palms. “I want this. I want all of you.”
His gaze searched hers for a moment longer, then he lowered his head and kissed her. The kiss was slow at first. His lips brushed hers in a way that made her melt against him. Austin deepened the kiss. His tongue swept into her mouth and tangled with hers. Deena moaned as his hand trailed down her side until he reached her hip and pulled her closer. She felt the hard evidence of his arousal pressing against her thigh, and heat bloomed everywhere he touched.
Deena arched into him; a soft sigh escaped her lips. She had never felt anything like this before Austin, and she cherished every second of it. The way her body responded to him, and every nerve ending came alive and begged for more. She whimpered when his mouth left hers to trail kisses along her jaw, down her throat, nipping gently at the sensitive skin where her pulse fluttered wildly.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered against her collarbone. “So perfect for me.”
She tugged at his shirt, wanting,needing, to feel his skin against hers. Austin sat back just long enough to pull the garment over his head, revealing the broad expanse of his chest, the defined lines of his abdomen, and the faint trail of dark hair leading down to where his breeches strained. Deena’s mouth went dry, and her fingers trembled as she reached out to trace the contours of his muscles. He shuddered under her touch, his eyes closing briefly as if savoring the sensation.
“I am yours, Deena,” he rasped, guiding her hand lower. “You can touch me anywhere you want.”
She explored tentatively at first. Her fingers grazed his chest, his muscles hardening under her palm. He groaned, low and guttural, leaning down to capture her mouth again. His hands worked at the rest of the ties of her gown, loosening them with practiced ease until the fabric fell open, exposing her breasts to the cool air. Deena gasped as his mouth descended, lips closing around one nipple, tongue swirling in hot, wet circles that sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
“Oh, Austin,” she whimpered, her hands tangled in his hair.
The sensation was overwhelming, building a pressure between her legs that made her squirm. He lavished attention on one breast, then the other. His free hand slid down her body to part her thighs. Fingers brushed against her most intimate place.Deena let out a long sigh of pleasure when he found her already slick and ready.
“You are so wet for me,” he murmured against her skin, his voice vibrating through her. “God, Deena, you’re exquisite.”
“I need…more!” she rasped.
“You will get more, my duchess.”
She bucked against his hand as he circled the sensitive bundle of nerves, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. He slipped one finger inside her slowly, carefully, and she tensed. The stretch was still unfamiliar to her, and a slight burn mingled with a building heat.
“Breathe,” he whispered, kissing her temple. “I will go slowly. Tell me if it hurts.”
“Do not stop,” she hissed back.
There was a sharp pinch that quickly faded to pleasure as he added a second finger and gently thrusted within her. The sensation was quickly replaced by a growing ache that made her hips rock instinctively.
“More, Austin, please!” she gasped.
Austin’s eyes darkened with lust. He withdrew his fingers and stood to remove his breeches. His arousal sprang free, and Deena gaped at his thickness. His shaft was long, hard, and intimidating in its size. A flicker of nervousness cut through the haze of desire.
“Will it…fit?” she asked innocently.
Austin chuckled softly, climbing back onto the bed and settling between her legs.
“It will. Trust me.” He kissed her deeply, distracting her as he positioned himself at her entrance. “I am going to need you to relax, my love. I promise I will be gentle and make it feel good for you.”
Deena nodded and relaxed her body. “I trust you.”
Austin kissed her, then pushed into her slowly, inch by inch. Deena cried out. The stretch burned as he filled her in a way she had never imagined. She bit her lip, nails digging into his back, tears pricking at her eyes from the mix of pain and pleasure. Austin stopped halfway, forehead pressed to hers, as his breathing became ragged.
“Tell me to stop if it is too much.”
“No,” she panted. “Keep going.”
He continued with slow, careful thrusts until he was fully seated inside her. The pain faded to a dull ache and was replaced by a fullness that made her gasp. Austin stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust, kissing her eyelids, her cheeks, her mouth.
“You feel incredible,” he groaned.
“So do you!” Deena felt one with him. The closeness of their bodies made her mind and body reel with pleasure.
Austin moved within her slowly. He used shallow thrusts that built the pressure inside her until she was writhing beneath him, meeting each movement with her own. The pain was almost gone now, replaced by waves of pleasure that grew with every stroke, and every brush of his member against that sensitive spot inside of her.
