David positionedhimself between her legs and nudged gently into her wet warmth. It was unholy torture moving so slowly, but he remained determined to make this good for her. He slid into her an inch and stopped. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
“You’re not.” Her arms were locked around his neck.
He nodded, sweat beading on his brow. He nudged in another inch, this time using the expression on her face to gauge whether she was enjoying it.
He inched in again. “You’re all right?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Take me.”
David’s resistance broke. He pushed into her all the way, expelling his breath in a rush, then groaning. She felt so damn good, hot, and wet, and so tight she clutched his cock like a vise.
Her eyes flew wide, but a smile soon appeared on her face and she wrapped her arms around his neck harder.
“I want you, Annabelle,” he groaned. “I want you so damn bad.”
She lifted her knees to press against his hips. He pulled out and plunged back in, his hips pumping into her. “I want you. So. Damn. Bad.” Each word was another thrust and each time he thrust she moaned, the sound like music to his ears.
David thrust into her again and again, the feeling so raw and intense he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from coming. He’d promised her that there would be no child, and he would keep that promise.
He allowed himself a few more strokes, just a few more moments to experience the unholy perfection of being inside of her. Then, he pulled out and flung himself back on the pillows beside her, breathing so heavily, he thought his heart might burst from his chest.
Annabelle’s eyes flew wide, and she leaned up on one arm to look at him. “Was that…? Did you…?”
David took her other hand and placed it over her heart. “Do you see what you’ve done to me?”
A frown wrinkled her brow. “But did you…? Feel the same way I did?”
She was asking him if he’d had an orgasm, and going about it in the most adorable fashion. “Annabelle,” he breathed. “There are many ways to make love. That is only one of them.”
“But you didn’t…” Her voice trailed off and her cheeks turned pink. She buried her head against her shoulder.
He cleared his throat. “If I had…ahem…finished, it’s possible you would end up with child.”
Annabelle peeked out one eye. “Oh. I suppose I didn’t hear that part when I was listening at the door as Lady Courtney was telling Marianne about it.”
David’s eyes flew wide. “What?”
She kept her nose pressed to his shoulder. “I wanted to know how it worked, so I listened at the door.”
“And you learned what exactly?” he asked tentatively.
“Enough to know that it was a lot like the horses at Bellingham Hall, but clearly not enough to know how a baby is created.”
Despite his still-labored breathing, David chuckled. He leaned up on his arm and kissed her forehead. “Promise me you won’t ever change, my darling.”
Annabelle frowned at that. “But David, you still need to…”
David had flopped back onto the mattress. He eyed her from the corners of his eyes.
“You said there are many ways to make love.” Her cheeks were pink again, but she held his gaze.
“So I did.” He glanced down at his cock, still standing at attention, more than ready.
“Show me,” she said, leaning over him and kissing his lips. “Tell me what to do.”
David stared up at the canopy for a few moments. Was it the proper thing to do to teach one’s future wife what he had in mind? Probably not, but in this case, he was the tutor, and she was the pupil. What aheavenlyturn of events.
“Are you certain?” he asked, praying she said yes, but perfectly willing to stop if she had any doubts.
