Dante dipped his head to take one turgid nipple into his mouth. He licked, encircling the teasing bud with his tongue. Lydia let out a soft moan.
* * *
“Do you like that?”
“Hmmm.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He grinned and continued his ministrations. “We’ve only just started, love.” His tongue made a path down her ribs to her stomach. She shifted her legs, tossing her head back and forth with growing need.
Rather than shock her right from the start, he moved back up and kissed her while his hands and fingers kept busy stroking her curves, with feathering touches that had her panting.
Everything in his being was focused on the beautiful woman lying alongside him. He curled his arm around her shoulders and pulled her toward him, running circles over the bare skin of her shoulders and back, moving down, cupping her lush bottom. He pulled her against his erection, rubbing gently, closing his eyes at the feel of her naked skin against his. The moment he’d been dreaming abou
t for weeks.
His hand slid over her hip, heading for the dark curls at the juncture of her thighs. His fingers found her wet center. He circled, pressed and circled again.
Lydia sucked in a deep breath. “Yesss. Oh, that is perfect. Don’t stop.”
Not one for conversation during lovemaking, he thought perhaps this being his wife’s first time, a few love words and compliments might be in order.
He whispered in her ear while sucking on her earlobe, telling her how much he desired her, how beautiful she was. He was amazed to find it stimulating for himself. ‘Twas nice to be doing something new and different with his wife.
It might have been the words he whispered, or just Lydia’s growing enthusiasm, but she slowly moved her hand from where it had rested on his chest, growing closer to his cock. Taking her hand, he guided it to himself. “Yes, sweetheart. Touch me.”
“It feels so odd.” She gave a soft laugh. “Probably not to you.”
He couldn’t help it, he laughed. Something else he’d never done during lovemaking. It was freeing. He didn’t feel the usual pressure to perform, to live up to the reputation he’d developed. And not just because it was his wife’s first time. In some ways he felt as though it was the first real time for him. As if all his previous encounters had been practice.
“Ah, Lydia, love.” He squeezed her shoulder and continued to thumb her center where he knew she would find the most pleasure. She was growing braver with her handling his cock. “That’s it, move your hand up and down.” He gritted his teeth. “Yes. Just like that.”
His wife was a fast learner. Her breathing increased and he felt her heart pounding against his chest. From her frantic movements and breathing, it was apparent she was nearing a climax.
“Dante, I need something. I feel very strange, as if something was missing.”
“Relax, sweetheart. Don’t strain. It will come.”
“What?”
He smiled against her mouth. “You’ll see.” Not shifting his fingers, he moved his mouth over hers and kissed her with all the passion he’d been tamping down for weeks.
“Yes. I can feel something. I think—” She stiffened and pressed against his hand, a low moan coming from her mouth.
She was exquisite in her passion. The muscles in her face seemed to melt, as did the rest of her body. “Oh, my. That is. That is. . .” She lay panting, her chest heaving, looking at him with wonder.
“Yes, my love. I know.” He shifted so he covered her body with his. Leaning on his elbows, he cupped her face. “This will hurt, but only for an instant. We will take it slow.”
She studied him with glazed eyes. “All right.”
It was probably the best time to get the pain over with since she seemed a tad unfocused. He edged his cock into her entrance, sliding in with ease until he met the female obstruction. He gripped her hands and placed their linked fingers above her head. He leaned down and kissed her as he thrust forward.
Lydia squeaked a short yelp, her eyes opening wide. His tongue plunged into her mouth as he continued to kiss her but kept his body still. Once he felt her tensed muscles relax, he pulled out and then back in again, starting the dance of lovers from the beginning of time.
It didn’t take her long to begin moving again, alerting him to her increasing hunger for another release. It had been so long he wasn’t certain he could last until she broke apart again, but this was his wife. This was her first time. He would make it good for her no matter how hard it was for him.
Within minutes she moaned again and he felt her muscles grip him as he gave a few final thrusts and then spilled his seed into her body. Making her his.
Forever.