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Kathryn stopped talking, but she did not turn around just yet.

When he kissed her first on the shoulder, and then on her neck, Neill hardened immediately. He was ready.

But she was not.

Not yet.

When he pulled back the errant strands of her hair this time, they fell back, as if in protest. To ensure they stayed put this time, he grasped as much hair as he could and held it.

Turning her head toward him.

Guiding their mouths together, Neill kissed her with the knowledge that, this time, they would not stop. Hungrily, he caressed her with his lips, his tongue. His hands slipped under her shift, which she aided him by lifting up, and he removed the fine but offending garment in one swift movement.

Standing, he quickly removed his own clothing as she watched.

“Are you afraid still?”

He sat, and his wife’s eyes followed his movement, resting between his legs.

“It will hurt for but a moment.”

And then she surprised him by laughing.

“’Tis not the reaction a man hopes to elicit from his wife when she sees him for the first time.”

He groaned as her body taunted him. Her full breasts, the mound of hair peeking out from between her legs as if to taunt him.

“’Tis just something your sister said.”

“If we cannot talk about her just now . . .”

She smiled, the corners of her perfect lips rising just enough that he could see the white of her teeth.

A tug in his chest made him impatient.

He laid her down and climbed over her in one quick movement. This time it was his turn to laugh at her look of surprised delight. Instead of lowering his mouth onto hers, Neill kissed his way down her chest toward her breast, taking it in his hands first. He gave the perfect hardened nipple the attention it deserved as his fingers entered her without warning. Pressing his palm against her, he grazed his teeth gently on her nipple. Kathryn’s gasp was a welcome sound.

With the waves as their backdrop, the warm summer night licking their naked bodies, Neill used everything he had to ensure Kathryn would forget the tales she’d heard about the pain of having her maidenhood taken away.

When her hands started clawing against his back, Neill moved to the second breast but did not relent the sweet torment of his caresses down below.

“Neill . . .”

A sweet sound, but he was aiming for an even sweeter one. So he circled and pressed until her rapid breathing was the only thing he could hear.

And still, Neill did not relent.

When her wetness covered his fingers and her moans filled his ears, still Neill continued to pleasure her.

Lifting his head, he removed his hands and watched her return to him.

Lips parted. Cheeks flushed.

His wife looked thoroughly ravished. But she was not.

Not yet.

Without giving her time to consider anything but the afterglow of pleasure, he positioned himself inside her.