Forcing himself to resist the enticement of her mouth he pressed kisses along her jawline, feathered them over her eyelids; slow, light, tender kisses, skin barely brushing against skin.
He breathed her in, the fragrance of her skin, of her hair.A hint of vanilla, soap and nothing else except scent of woman scent of Tessa.Intoxicating.
Again, he brushed his mouth over hers, teasing, tasting, nibbling gently until, with a soft little sound her lips quivered, then parted.And oh Lord, the taste of her.Sweet, luscious, honey-dark.Addictive.
Slowly, leisurely he explored her mouth, her soft, gloriously responsive mouth.He wasn’t used to leashing his desire like this, but the tension it created in him was delicious.
And her response was everything he could dream of.
He felt her knees give and her body soften against him, and he moved them to the bed.“We won’t need this delightful bit of nonsense.”He drew the nightgown up over her head and tossed it aside.Before she could react, he lifted her onto the bed.He swiftly dropped his dressing gown to the floor, joined her in the bed and continued kissing her.
She returned his kisses eagerly, pulling him against her, and pressing her lovely body against him.He fought against the ravening desire it released in him.Not yet, not yet.There was an inexperience to her movements that surprised him, but he didn’t want to think about her past.Not now, not yet.
He explored her slender body with his mouth, his hands, brushing against her aroused nipples, and worshipping her breasts.She moved against him, responding to each touch with small incoherent murmurs.Of pleasure, he hoped.
He slipped a hand between her thighs, and she opened to him, moist and warm and ready.
“Now?”she gasped, and he agreed.
She reached for him, touched him, gasped—and pulled back in shock.
“What is it?”he asked her.“What’s the matter?”
She didn’t respond.She was staring at him, at his nakedness—his manhood—with wide eyes.“You don’t ...”Her eyes, wide and confused, met his.“You don’t need me to ...to ...”With her hand she indicated what she had expected to do.
And he realized what the problem was.She’d been married to two very old men, men who needed help from their very young wife to raise their member to action.
“And you’re very ...big,” she added doubtfully.
He tried not to smile.“No, I don’t need any help to er, perform,” he said gently.“I’m a young man.All I need is you, here in my bed with me.”
“Oh.”She continued to stare at his erect, his very erect member.
“Shall we continue?”
She jumped.“Oh, yes.Sorry.”
He leaned over her, his arms braced on either side of her.“You don’t need to be sorry,” he murmured.He gazed down on her in a possessive hungry manner that half thrilled, half alarmed her.“It will be all right, you know.”
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TESSA MANAGED TO NOD.She hoped it would be all right—no, she knew it would.She trusted him.Nevertheless, she was still shaking.She told herself to stop it, but she couldn’t help it.She knew what would happen next, at least she thought she knew.This wedding night had been unlike any other night in her life.
It was all very well for him to say she should do what she wanted, but how did she know what she wanted?Everything so far had been a surprise, not least the sight—and feel—of his hard, erect member.Without any effort on her part.
She wanted to touch him there again, but she wasn’t sure if it would be all right.
He kissed her again, slow and lingering and she felt it shimmer right through her, right to her bones.She ran her palms over his face, enjoying the faint prickle of dark bristles under his skin.He smelled clean and warm and his cologne was light, spicy, enticingly masculine, his kisses laced with a beguiling hint of tooth powder and brandy.
His mouth and hands—oh, the sensation of those large warm, firm-skinned masculine hands moving against her skin, teasing, tantalizing, arousing.Wanting more, she rubbed herself against him like a cat, running her hands over him, enjoying the feel of the hard, young, muscular male body.So hard.So deliciously hard.
With every kiss, the taste of him flowed into her, potent, dark.The heat of a man.Desire as she’d never known it.His mouth and hands sought, caressed, aroused, demanding a response she hadn’t expected, hadn’t known was in her.
Wherever he touched her, ripples of sensation followed, shivering through her like ripples on a lake.His mouth ravished her, nibbling, licking, finding places on her body that she had no idea were so sensitive.It was like nothing she’d ever known.Almost as if she were being...cherished.
She melted, clutching mindlessly onto him, feeling as though she were falling, but knowing she lay pressed beneath his hard heated body.Deliciously pressed.The warmth of his body soaked into her.
She heard soft little sounds, and realized they came from her.Did he dislike them?She didn’t care; she couldn’t help it.
