“Really, Kera, it’s all right.”
I look down again, but whatever boldness I had acquired is abruptly gone. I don’t know where I should put my hand, and my thighs keep clenching in the most distracting way.
“Please,” I whisper, “will you just do whatever you want? I have no idea what I’m doing.”
Deklan stares at my face for a long moment, licks his lips, and brushes his knuckles across my cheek.
“Would that make it easier for you?”
“Yes.”
He kisses me gently—lips only. He lingers for a moment before I feel his hands at the hem of the sheer white lingerie top. I swallow hard and raise my arms so he can lift it off of me. I turn my head to the side, my face warming with embarrassment as he stares at me.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he says quietly.
“So are you.” I quickly close my mouth but not before the words come out. Deklan is a big man and unmistakably masculine. I can’t believe I just called him beautiful.
He gives me a half grin as he slides his hands down my sides. When he brings them back up again, his thumbs brush the sides of my breasts, and I shiver.
Without warning, he lifts me up, turns around, and tosses me onto the bed. He leans over and grabs the edge of my panties, slowly peeling them off me. His eyes go dark as he looks me over and places his hands on my ankles. Slowly, he runs his hands all the way up my legs, and I feel my muscles tighten as he gets close to the top. He doesn’t touch me though—not there. Instead, he caresses my hips as he crawls on top of me.
He balances with one hand on the mattress as he uses the other to explore my body. My shoulders, my arms, my sides, and then finally my breasts. I gasp as he leans down to take a nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking gently. I press my thighs together, suddenly needing friction.
“Do you like that?” he whispers as he runs his tongue over one nipple and then the other.
“Yes,” I whisper back.
He kisses me as his hands roam over my body. I try to copy his movements, running my hands over his back and shoulders. I’m continually amazed at how his body can be both soft and hard all at the same time. I slide my hands a little lower down his back and reach the curve of his ass. I feel him flex, and his cock presses against my leg as he grips my hip. The more he touches me, the more I don’t care about whether or not I’m doing it right.
“You’re clenching.” He reaches for my thigh and pushes my legs apart. “Leave your legs open for me.”
I gasp again as his words affect me more than his touch. I squirm a little, and he puts pressure on my leg to hold me still. He maneuvers one of his legs in between mine and pushes my knees farther apart. I feel his hand on the inside of my thigh, creeping slowly up until he finally reaches the top, and I moan as his fingers find me.
He slides one inside, and I close my eyes as I push the back of my head against the pillow. He adds another finger, slowly moving in and out of me. I rock my hips to the motion, and when his thumb brushes my clit, I yelp. I reach for him, grabbing his shoulders with both hands as I start to rise up.
Deklan places a hand against the middle of my chest, between my breasts, pushing me back against the bed.
“Stay right there,” he says. He moves his fingers again, thumbs my clit, and covers my mouth with his own. I moan against his lips and feel his mouth turn up in a smile as his tongue glides over mine.
I’m so close, I can almost taste it.
I push harder with my hips, trying to reach that last bit of friction, but Deklan abruptly removes his fingers. He places another gentle kiss on my lips as I moan in protest. He snickers softly and then sits up, reaching one of his long arms over to grab something from the nightstand drawer.
“What is that?” I ask.
“Lube,” he says simply. He tilts the small bottle into his palm before he runs his hand along his shaft. “You’re pretty wet already, but a little more won’t hurt.”
I swallow hard, recalling the emphasis my health class placed on using protection. I have no idea how many women Deklan has been with before or if he could be carrying any STDs. I bite my lip. This man is my husband. He’s also Catholic. There’s no way I’m going to ask him to put on a condom.
Once he’s done coating himself, he rubs his fingers between my legs again. I can feel how slippery the lube makes me, but I’m still nervous. Glancing down at his cock so close to the entrance of my pussy makes it look huge.
Deklan leans over me again, pressing his lips to the side of my neck, near my ear.
“It will fit,” he says softly. “I promise.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”