He groaned, the sound vibrating on her breast. Then he drew back and flickered his tongue on her other breast.
So overwhelmed with sensation, she could only squirm and gasp beneath him.
Then one massive thigh slid over her legs, and his knee inserted itself between hers. The crinkly hairs covering his leg tickled the insides of her thighs, and she opened further. He pressed another knee between, and she widened again, now not caring that her sex was fully open to the marauder above her—and weeping for his caress.
He moved up her body and smoothed back her hair. Below, the soft mushroom head butted against her overheated flesh. The sound their sexes made as they met was succulent, gasping.
“Margaret?”
Her breath hitched at the thickness pressing at her entrance. “Hmm?”
“You’re ready now,” he growled.
A trembling started in her lower belly. “I’m certain I’m not.”
He pushed inside, stretching her with just the rounded end of his…stump.
“Jesus, Mary…”
He withdrew, until his flesh barely kissed her furrow.
“That’s better,” she gasped. “Is it over yet?”
His shoulders shook, and he rested his forehead on her shoulder. “Love, we’ve barely begun.”
“Oh.” He means to do that again? She braced herself.
“You wound me with your lack of enthusiasm.”
“Why are you dallying?” she asked, holding herself rigid against the agony she was sure to experience once he rammed the rest of his sex inside her.
“Never have I heard of a virgin so eager to get the deed done.”
Forcing unconcern into her voice, she said, “The sooner you finish, the sooner I may bathe.”
He lifted his head, and his brow furrowed. “You feel unclean? Lord, tell me you’re not an overzealous religious.”
“I’m not overzealous.” Could this slacken his determination? “Would that be a bad thing?”
“It would spoil your enjoyment—but I’d strive to do my duty by you,” he said his tone wryly amused.
She huffed, irritated now with his unwavering resolve. “All this talk of duty. Methinks it’s just a man’s excuse for frequent coupling.”
“True.” He grinned down at her. “Do you feel better now?”
She nodded and realized it was true. Their silly conversation had taken the bite out of her fear. “I’m not frightened any longer.”
“Thanks be to God.” He nudged her again…down there. “I’m going to hurt you love—just this once.”
She marveled over the trembling that shook his shoulders as he hovered above her. Never would she believe he strained to support his own weight. Then she remembered what he’d said, and her heart lurched. “Hurt me?”
“Your maidenhead.”
“Oh!” She met his gaze, not wanting him to see her sudden fear. “I’m ready.”
“Good girl.” He kissed her lips. “Now, wrap your legs around me.”
She did so, slowly and awkwardly, aware that once again the angle of their joining changed. It felt more natural—and cozy. Wrapped tightly together, they were as close as two people could be.