The moisture from her body covered his as she slid against him.
“God, Mari,” he groaned. “I need to be inside ye.”
She agreed but didn’t know how to go about such a thing. She’d always been told she would be on her back and her husband would lie atop her. This arrangement, with her on top, was not expected.
She moved to one side, but he stayed her with his hands on her hips.
“Nay. We’ll do it like this the first time. That way you can control it. You’ve not had near enough control over what happens to your body in the past. Tonight will be different.”
When he looked at her, she nearly broke into tears at the compassion in his warm whisky eyes.
“You’ll help me do it right?” she asked.
“Aye, but you’re a clever lass and will do just fine. Let your body guide you.”
Using his hand, he grasped his cock and held it up as if in invitation. If she understood correctly, she should just slide down and allow her body to envelop his.
He rubbed the end of his member against her, and she moaned at the pleasure. He stopped at her entrance. She moved down slightly, and his hands gripped her waist. Not pulling her down, just holding on to her as if he needed her to help him.
She slid down a bit farther and encountered a tight pinch. Sucking in a quick breath, she retreated slightly, back to where it felt good. She’d known for most of her life that losing her maidenhead would be painful. How painful, she wasn’t quite sure. She’d been told by her stepmother’s maid it was a terrible thing. But then Kenna had said it was quick and well worth the small discomfort because what came afterward was so magnificent.
Mari imagined the truth lay somewhere in between.
“If you’re not ready…” Cam said, his voice tight with need.
She bent to kiss him. He was tense with desperation, yet he was willing to stop if she wished it.
She shook her head. “No. I’m fine.”
Determined to be Cameron’s wife in every sense, she pushed down until her husband filled her completely.
Body and soul.
Chapter Seventeen
Cam gasped when Mari took him in one quick clench of heat. He wasn’t expecting the assault to be so complete and winced at the pull of his body to press up from the bed to fill her deeper.
He stayed still, wanting to give her time to get accustomed to his size.
After a few moments he stroked her back and bottom. “Whenever you’re ready, the next step is just to move up and down at whatever pace feels good to you.”
She sat up, and he gasped again at the friction. She was so tight even the smallest movement clenched him in a wave of heat. He needed to make this good for her, yet his instincts called for him to push up into her immediately and spill his seed deep in her body.
She moved the slightest bit, and he remained still. She moved a little more as she gradually rose upward. When she was almost free of him she started to descend again. Mercilessly slow, killing him by inches.
“Hmm,” she said.
“What’s hmm mean?” he asked, opening his eyes to see her hair falling around them.
She smiled. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“That’s good.” It was the other reason he’d positioned her on top. He didn’t think he’d have the courage to push his way into her, knowing it would cause her pain. He’d made her a promise, and even though it was for a good reason, he didn’t feel comfortable breaking his word.
She began to pick up speed, and he watched her as she found her way. Placing her hands on his chest, then his stomach, she sat up and rode him like a skilled lover.
Her head fell back, and a whimper of pleasure left her lips. Watching her had his body ready to spend. He reached toward where they were joined and used the pressure of his thumb against her as she rocked her body onto his.
The whimper grew into a moan, then she called out as her body grasped his in waves of delight. His name filled the room as she reached her release. Unable to hold back, he thrust up into her the few times needed to finish him. She had already collapsed on his chest as he grunted with the force of his own climax.