I pulled off my boots, kicking them under the bed, then removed my trousers. Watching Maggie’s eyes traveling over every inch of my hard, rough body was a strange feeling. It wasn’t pride. It felt like I was sharing myself with her, somehow.
I noticed her eyes lock onto my long, thick shaft that was already proudly jutting straight up in her honor. Lying beside her on the bed, her graceful little hands circled my neck, drawing me down for a kiss.
As I felt her tender body beside mine, I was overwhelmed with lust flooding every vein and nerve. Yet I also felt a tiny prickle of something I was unfamiliar with. Something that had shaken me to the core just yesterday.
Fear.
Knowing that what we were about to do would be uncomfortable for her.
“Maggie, my love, has any older woman ever told you about…”
Her face tucked into my shoulder. “Yes. I know. And I know it might hurt, but they say it’s only for a moment.”
My tension was set adrift when her hand scraped gently along my scruff of beard. “I want you, Levi,” she whispered, tilting her face up to mine. “Make me your wife.”
Kissing her gently, the feeling of her soft lips against mine was absolute bliss. My hands wandered along her silky skin, exploring the little areas that made her cry out against my mouth.
I loved how she moaned as I squeezed her ripe breasts. Then I let my fingertips wander down her stomach, to play with her soft, short curls. Her thighs fell open, inviting me to caress every dip and valley of skin.
The feeling of her trembling in my arms was almost too much for a man to take. Yet I knew that I would hurt her terribly if I didn’t make sure she was properly juicy and ready for me.
Which gave me a wicked idea.
Maggie actually whined as I tore my lips from hers, then appeared astonished as I knelt between her legs, spreading her open.
“Levi?”
“I need to make you ready to take me, my love. Just relax, and try to channel those explosions again.”
Her saucy grin might be the end of me someday.
Staring into her beautiful sex, I leaned in, creeping my tongue along every little fold. Her arousal tasted like honey with the fresh tang of the sea. And to my great relief, she became slick and open quite easily.
My thick middle finger circled her entrance slowly, as I dragged my tongue along the little nub that made her cry out the loudest.
I experimented methodically until I found a pressure and pace that made her clutch my hair, her hips writhing under me. Slipping my finger inside her drenched channel just to the first knuckle, she began to tremble.
I wanted to tell her this was the most perfect moment of my life so far. That I couldn’t wait to make her feel this wonderful as often as possible. That I was so in love with her that my heart ached.
Instead, I licked steadily, gliding my finger in and out as her arousal began to soak my hand.
I heard a deep growl rumble through my throat as I looked up at her. She was propped up on her elbows, staring at me with her mouth wide open. For a strange moment, every muscle inside her tightened, as I felt her tighten around my finger.
Then her head fell back with a scream, twitching and rocking her core up against me frantically as she rode the waves of her release.
Finally Maggie collapsed back on the bed, nearly panting. I kissed my way up her stomach, nibbling at her breasts until she squealed.
Then she caressed my cheek, smiling up at me. “Make me yours, Levi.”
Sweeter words had never been spoken on this beautiful earth.
~ Chap ter 29 ~ Maggie ~
* Uncharted Love *
I’d been curious about this moment since I was a teenaged girl, and first heard about the act of love through my school friends.
They had said it was a womanly duty that must be performed. Something to fear. Something to try to avoid, if at all possible.