Under the Cowboy's Control

She watched what he was doing, shock running through her. She knew it was a condom, but why, exactly? Weren't they sinful? She and Travis were married, there should be no need for birth control.

"Why--Why d-do we need that?" Her voice was soft, her legs moving with her agitation.

"I'll get you pregnant if we don't use one." His words were harsh.

"Maybe n-not."

"Maybe so." Did she want to risk pregnancy? Already the thought of sliding into her, totally naked, totally unprotected, was arousing him even more. God, he really wanted to take her virginity with nothing between them.

He studied her, the silky smoothness of her body waiting for him.

His voice was deep, questioning her. "Are you okay with no protection? You'll risk a baby?" A vision of her sitting in the living room, nursing his baby came to mind.

His shaft pulsed between them.

She answered in a quiet voice. " Si. I am your wife, am I not?"

Travis abandoned the idea of contraception and dropped down beside her. "Yeah, you're my wife."

She had had her chance. An elemental satisfaction ran through him, piercing his brain, piercing his body. If she wanted to tie herself to him for life, he damn sure wasn't going to argue with her.

He was finished talking.

He wrapped her in his arms, and lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss was hot, carnal, making them both moan with need. Their tongues tangled, their hips aligning and pushing together. His fingers sunk into her hair and held her to him, immobilized.

He lifted his mouth and brought his hand down between her legs, opening her folds and finding the bud at the top of her sex. He pressed against her and watched her shimmer in his arms.

The tutorial he had given her the day before had prepared her for what was going to happen.

"I want to go slow, but I can't." His voice was a growl as he watched her legs part for him.

She panted, her breathing erratic. "No. Not slow."

Selena reached down between them and put her hand on his erection, the move he had loved so much the day before. He jerked away from her.

"No. I'll come too fast. I want to come inside you."

She closed her eyes as intense feelings washed through her body. She stiffened slightly when his finger slid down and found her small, wet opening. She felt her body raining all over his fingers, but she was on fire and couldn't be embarrassed.

Her hips lifted, asking for his penetration.

He slowly slipped his finger inside of her. She tightened around him and her breath caught at this new sensation.

Travis tried to be careful. The need to be gentle and a basic male curiosity had him going slow. He hadn't penetrated very deeply when he came to the membrane that guarded her virginity. It was strong and taut. He thought the tiny opening was too small to put his finger inside. She was so tiny; his hands were not.

"Angel, I'm touching your virginity." His hand shook as he spoke; his words deep and low. "I'm holding it in my hands." He bent his head and kissed her forehead in benediction.

Selena was shimmering with a need that had her raising her hips toward him. " Si, si. Please, Travis."

Travis hesitated only briefly. He took his finger from her and pushed his torso over hers, spreading her legs wide. He captured her wrists in his hands and lifted them over her head, and held them there with one of his strong hands.

Her eyes flew wide. She stared up at him, shocked to find herself held captive.

Twin feelings of trepidation and excitement arrowed through her. The look on his face was intent, the skin stretched tight over his features, his nostrils flaring as he sucked oxygen in and out of his lungs.

Travis was fighting the primeval urge to seize her and ram into her. Now was the ultimate time to be gentle, and all he could think about was busting through her virginity and claiming it as his.

He hung over her and fought the feeling, fought it hard.