some secrets.
“Let’s chalk it up to temporary insanity,” he said.
“Let’s do.” She chortled, then laid her palm on his cheek. “Are you absolutely certain?”
“Yes.”
“Then so am I.”
“Have you ever...?” he indelicately probed. After their previous bickering, he didn’t know what he would encounter. If she was a virgin, he didn’t want to rush or overwhelm her. If she wasn’t? He’d be disappointed, but they’d deal with it, and he had to admit that her missing maidenhood would definitely make things easier.
“No. I never have.” Genuinely chaste, she blushed prettily.
He hadn’t anticipated being so exhilarated by the news, but his relief was so enormous that he felt as if he’d been hit with a battering ram. The air hissed from his lungs, and his pulse raced. He wanted to whoop with joy, but he managed to hide his exuberant reaction.
“I’ll be your first.” He couldn’t keep from preening.
“I’m glad it will be you.”
“Oh, Ellen,” he murmured happily.
He was promptly panicked. What had she envisioned gaining in a husband? Would he match up? Would he compare with her maidenly fantasies?
How he yearned to satisfy her! To enchant her beyond measure!
“Do you know what’s about to happen?” he asked.
“My sister Alice told me.”
Briefly, he’d met her sister, and she’d seemed like a no-nonsense sort of individual, like Ellen herself, but what would Alice have imparted as wedding night advice? Concerned that he might have to rout imprudent apprehension, he asked, “Are you worried about what will transpire?”
“A little. But mostly, I’m excited.”
“We’ll take our time. “I’ll—“
“Don’t hold back on my account,” she interrupted. “I want you to show me how it can truly be.”
How had he gotten so lucky? A beautiful, captivating bride who was wanton as hell! What a wedding night this was going to be! He was elated that he’d tossed aside his asinine reservations. Only a fool would have passed up this chance.
He searched her eyes for vacillation, anxiety, or dread, but he saw only curiosity and an eagerness to please that stirred his manly appetites and made him wild to proceed, mad to ascertain how glorious it could be.
Slow down! The warning rang out.
He as so provoked he felt he could spill himself against her leg like a callow boy of fourteen. His cock surged to attention, pushing at the front of his robe, intent on being immediately serviced, but he couldn’t progress as swiftly as his anatomy was ordering him to go. He needed to familiarize her, to let her become accustomed to his masculine physique.
Sliding over her, he covered her with his body, so his weight pressed her down, his thighs cradled hers. He was hard, his cockstand excruciating, and she splayed her legs, so she was open, adjusted. At her core, the fabric of her night rail and his robe provided a cushion, and he held his hips stationary and began kissing her in earnest.
It started tamely, mildly, but his passion for her escalated, and he tantalized her, his tongue mating with hers in a torrid dance. His hands went to her breasts, kneading the soft mounds through the sleek material. He teased and toyed with her nipples, impatient to suckle at one of them.
Nibbling a path down her neck, he rooted and nuzzled at her cleavage. She smelled good, like soap and sleep and the rose-scented oil that had been added to her bath. He inhaled sharply, wanting to implant the aromas into his memory so he’d never forget.
Her breasts were so fine, and he massaged them, playing and shaping. Then he tugged at the straps of her nightgown, yanking them down so her bosom was exposed, so the creamy flesh was offered up for his enjoyment and delectation.
For a long while, he stared, his gaze potent and intense, making her writhe uncomfortably, then he dipped down and kissed her nipple, laving it, then sucking it into his mouth. Like a babe, he nursed, soothed by the precious motion,
“Let’s chalk it up to temporary insanity,” he said.
“Let’s do.” She chortled, then laid her palm on his cheek. “Are you absolutely certain?”
“Yes.”
“Then so am I.”
“Have you ever...?” he indelicately probed. After their previous bickering, he didn’t know what he would encounter. If she was a virgin, he didn’t want to rush or overwhelm her. If she wasn’t? He’d be disappointed, but they’d deal with it, and he had to admit that her missing maidenhood would definitely make things easier.
“No. I never have.” Genuinely chaste, she blushed prettily.
He hadn’t anticipated being so exhilarated by the news, but his relief was so enormous that he felt as if he’d been hit with a battering ram. The air hissed from his lungs, and his pulse raced. He wanted to whoop with joy, but he managed to hide his exuberant reaction.
“I’ll be your first.” He couldn’t keep from preening.
“I’m glad it will be you.”
“Oh, Ellen,” he murmured happily.
He was promptly panicked. What had she envisioned gaining in a husband? Would he match up? Would he compare with her maidenly fantasies?
How he yearned to satisfy her! To enchant her beyond measure!
“Do you know what’s about to happen?” he asked.
“My sister Alice told me.”
Briefly, he’d met her sister, and she’d seemed like a no-nonsense sort of individual, like Ellen herself, but what would Alice have imparted as wedding night advice? Concerned that he might have to rout imprudent apprehension, he asked, “Are you worried about what will transpire?”
“A little. But mostly, I’m excited.”
“We’ll take our time. “I’ll—“
“Don’t hold back on my account,” she interrupted. “I want you to show me how it can truly be.”
How had he gotten so lucky? A beautiful, captivating bride who was wanton as hell! What a wedding night this was going to be! He was elated that he’d tossed aside his asinine reservations. Only a fool would have passed up this chance.
He searched her eyes for vacillation, anxiety, or dread, but he saw only curiosity and an eagerness to please that stirred his manly appetites and made him wild to proceed, mad to ascertain how glorious it could be.
Slow down! The warning rang out.
He as so provoked he felt he could spill himself against her leg like a callow boy of fourteen. His cock surged to attention, pushing at the front of his robe, intent on being immediately serviced, but he couldn’t progress as swiftly as his anatomy was ordering him to go. He needed to familiarize her, to let her become accustomed to his masculine physique.
Sliding over her, he covered her with his body, so his weight pressed her down, his thighs cradled hers. He was hard, his cockstand excruciating, and she splayed her legs, so she was open, adjusted. At her core, the fabric of her night rail and his robe provided a cushion, and he held his hips stationary and began kissing her in earnest.
It started tamely, mildly, but his passion for her escalated, and he tantalized her, his tongue mating with hers in a torrid dance. His hands went to her breasts, kneading the soft mounds through the sleek material. He teased and toyed with her nipples, impatient to suckle at one of them.
Nibbling a path down her neck, he rooted and nuzzled at her cleavage. She smelled good, like soap and sleep and the rose-scented oil that had been added to her bath. He inhaled sharply, wanting to implant the aromas into his memory so he’d never forget.
Her breasts were so fine, and he massaged them, playing and shaping. Then he tugged at the straps of her nightgown, yanking them down so her bosom was exposed, so the creamy flesh was offered up for his enjoyment and delectation.
For a long while, he stared, his gaze potent and intense, making her writhe uncomfortably, then he dipped down and kissed her nipple, laving it, then sucking it into his mouth. Like a babe, he nursed, soothed by the precious motion,
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