His eyes widened as she spoke until, at last, he grinned.
“All right,let’s get on with it,” he quipped, “despite your making it sound comparable to an odious chore, like slopping the pigs or mucking the stables.”
“Owen, please!”
His face came over serious. “Yes, my lady.” He skimmed his hand down the front of her to her thatch of curls and dipped his finger inside her folds. “Still damp and ready, despite my bumbling.”
Finally, as she had imagined a hundred times since knowing him, finally, he settled his hips between her thighs. He bent his head to claim her lips with a tender yet passionate kiss, and she relaxed, her body seeming to melt onto the sheet.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you,” she replied as he fit his manhood to her entrance.
Continuing to feather exquisite kisses down her neck and across her breasts, he began to enter her. As he did, she put her hands on either side of his face and made him look at her.
“I want to see your eyes,” she said.
His brilliant blue eyes—the first thing that had captivated her about him—now looked directly into hers, filled with love and desire.
And at last, her new husband made her entirely, irrevocably his, inch by glorious inch. When Owen had sheathed himself deep within her willing body, he paused.
“Are you in any discomfort?”
She nearly laughed. If he only knew how desperately ready she’d been for this moment. Now, with him finally filling her, stretching her, she was eager to continue.
“Please,” she said, “what comes next?”
“First, I will draw out a little,” and he did. “And then,” he added, his voice thick, “I will enter you again as slowly as I can.”
Rising up on his elbows, slightly changing the angle, he moved his hips against hers, and sure enough, his manhood filled her once more, seeming to stroke her throbbing bud as it did.
Arching her neck, Adelia closed her eyes. “Mm,” she moaned. “Then what?”
“I do it again.”
“Yes,” she hissed as his body began a rhythm that put her into a frenzy. “Owen, please,” she begged after a few minutes of this torment. “I can’t…I need…”
His mouth latched onto one of her nipples and sucked. Adelia would have sworn the sensation went directly to the aching place between her legs. Tension coiled low in her hips, and she felt light-headed.
He continued to stroke her insides, switching his ministrations to her other breast.
“Yes,” she said again and felt the impending climax start to wend its way through her feverish body. “Faster,” she commanded.
He began to thrust in earnest, and her wave of release crested, rolling between her hips. Raking his back with her nails, Adelia cried out her passion, loudly and clearly, his name like a vow of love upon her lips.
“Owen!”
As she peaked, she felt his own climax overtake him. He groaned loudly, a guttural, savage sound that thrilled her. His body stiffened beneath her fingers, except for his hips pumping rapidly, until at last, entirely spent, he stilled.
It was even better than she’d imagined. While he withdrew and settled himself beside her, taking her in his embrace, she marveled at the notion they could do this whenever they wanted to from that day on. And make babies while doing it.
What a wonderful world they lived in!
“I love you,” she said against his chest, a few hairs tickling her nose.
“I love you,” he replied, “with all my heart.”
Adelia rested her head over that fast-beating heart with a feeling of bliss and a sense of drowsiness enveloping her. Owen had promised they wouldn’t sleep on their wedding night, but she intended to doze while she could. And when, a short time later, she felt her new husband’s hand begin to stroke down her spine and caress her backside, she smiled, ready to love him again.
