Chapter Six #5
He’d never seen anything so arousing in his entire life.
But he didn’t touch her there, at least not yet.
He was still trying to acquaint her with his touch and he, in turn, was taking great delight in exploring her body.
His hands were on her shoulders, her arms, feeling her silken skin.
In fact, he thought he was doing quite well with pacing himself when Eiselle suddenly reached up, took his hands, and put them against her breasts.
“Here, Bric,” she whispered breathlessly. “Touch me here.”
Bric’s control deserted him in an instant.
He growled seductively as he descended upon her luscious body.
Their lips came together in a cataclysmic clash, his mouth slanting over hers, suckling her lips furiously.
Eiselle’s cries of passion were muted against his mouth until he moved away from her lips and feasted hungrily at her breasts.
As Eiselle writhed beneath him, Bric moved to touch the unfurling flower between her legs.
Eiselle cried out with surprise when his fingers touched the thick outer lips, matted with a fine fluff of black hair.
Bric maintained his hold on her nipple as he gently fondled her to allow her to become accustomed to his touch.
Eiselle gradually relaxed as she became accustomed to his fingers, and only when her body eased beneath his touch did he attempt to part her lush petals.
She was as slick with moisture, unbelievably hot. Bric stroked the tender folds, his entire body shaking with the force of his need. He’d never known desire like this and he could no longer hold back. It was time to make her his in every sense of the word.
The wife he never wanted.
Bric finally slipped a finger into her sheath, so incredibly tight that he very nearly soiled himself with the pleasure of it. Eiselle’s pants of shock quickly turned into cries of pleasure, and Bric could feel her tight passage contracting about his slick finger, pulling at him and demanding him.
He could wait no longer.
Rising to his knees, he ripped off his tunic so aggressively that he tore a sleeve. One boot hit the floor and the other went sailing into the wall. His breeches came off so quickly that he nearly ended up on the floor in his haste to remove them.
All the while, Eiselle watched with wonder as Bric disrobed, finally standing before her, nude and proud and magnificent.
His broad shoulders sheltered an exquisitely muscled chest, covered with a matting of graying hair.
His flat stomach and narrow waist caught her attention and she was awed by the sight of him.
It was the first time she’d ever seen a nude man, and she found it most enthralling.
Her gaze came to rest on his enormous arousal, knowing that his hardness was meant for her.
Soon enough, it would be buried in her body.
Bric didn’t give her time to look at him further, fearful that she might show some apprehension in what they were about to do.
So far, she’d been responsive and heated, and he wanted to continue that trend.
Climbing into the bed beside her, his big body covered hers, their flesh touching.
He could hear himself groaning at the pure delight of it, warm skin against warm skin.
Wedging himself between her legs, he rubbed his manhood against her private core, stroking the outer lips as he had done with his fingers. She was glistening with wet heat, spilling down onto the linens, and he bathed himself in her virginal juices.
Bric wrestled against the natural instinct to ram into her like a rutting bull.
He worked carefully, gaining headway bit by bit, feeling her tightness draw him inward.
She was so slick that it would have been easy to simply thrust into her, but he refrained.
Better to allow her to become accustom to his intrusion before the sting of losing her innocence cast a measure of reality upon their union.
Beneath him, Eiselle was amazingly calm, gripping his muscular arms for support as he forged into virgin territory.
Beneath her hands, she could feel his body quivering, straining to maintain control in the face of his desire.
She, too, was quivering with anticipation, at pain she knew would soon come.
The moment of possession.
When it happened, it came in a flash. Falling atop her, Bric grasped her breast and descended upon a peaked nipple.
Suckling furiously, Eiselle forgot her fears and responded to him in a way she never knew her body was capable of.
Her cheeks began to flush with desire as her fingers wound themselves in his thick, blond hair, and Bric knew the time was upon him to act.
With Eiselle properly distracted, it was time to take her.
Coiling his buttocks, Bric thrust into her harder than he ever thought possible, driving himself the full long length of his throbbing manhood.
Eiselle gasped loudly with surprise at the savage action, a sting of pain rippling through her loins.
Bric was seated to the hilt in less than a second and the pain, coupled with his closeness, brought tears to her eyes as she clutched his shoulders with white-knuckled intensity.
His swift movement had startled her, and she couldn’t help the soft sobs that escaped her lips.
Fully sheathed within her delicious tightness, Bric struggled to remain still as Eiselle writhed beneath him. When he heard the faint sobs, he raised his head from her swollen nipple.
“I am so sorry,” he whispered huskily. “I would not have hurt you had there been another way.”
Eiselle wiped at her eyes. “It’s not… ’tis not the pain, but… but the closeness. I never knew it could be like this.”
Bric didn’t, either. Wrapping his arms around her, he began to move gently within her. Slowly at first, relishing the feel of his erection embedded within her unbelievably slick folds. She clutched him tightly, wrapping her legs about his hips and clinging to him with an instinctive need.
Bric’s pace increased, quickening his thrusts as he was blinded to all else but the feel of her flesh around him.
It was the most satisfying thing he had ever experienced.
Against him, Eiselle’s resumed pants of passion told him that she was beginning to experience the same pleasure that had so easily engulfed him.
Now, they were experiencing it together as it was meant to be.
But it was a pleasure that was building to a peak faster than he ever thought possible.
In fact, nothing on earth could have prepared Bric for his lightning-quick climax.
With a roar, he spilled deep into her womb, feeling every last twitch of his spent desire with the greatest of pleasure.
But he continued to move within her, wanting her to experience the same burst of pleasure that would erase the sting of losing her innocence.
He shifted his weight, gazing down at her flushed face as he continued to thrust. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, and he found his gaze drawn to her beautiful breasts as they bounced against every thrust he delivered.
One hand trailed down her neck, encircling a breast before moving toward the junction where their bodies were joined in passion.
That was where the magic of her pleasure pulsed, begging for release.
Seeking her hard nub, he manipulated it fiercely, watching Eiselle’s eyes fly open with surprise.
In the next moment, she exhaled a loud shriek that echoed against the very walls of the chamber and her entire body bucked and spasmed as she experienced her first release.
Over and over the ripples of pleasure rolled over her, and Bric held on to her for fear that she would buck right off the bed.
He could feel her entire body quivering and he knew her pleasure had been as good as his, or perhaps even more than that.
The pleasure of a woman, knowing her husband for the very first time.
Enfolded in the warmth of his massive embrace, Eiselle was in a stupor.
Her body was limp, her mind a void of satisfaction as she felt the remains of Bric’s arousal twitching within her tender folds.
It was the most remarkable, private sensation she had ever experienced, and she would have been perfectly content to remain as they were for the rest of eternity.
No words were spoken. After that, no words were necessary. Sleep borne of a deep satisfaction came quickly and when they slept, wrapped up in each other’s arms, it was as if they had been doing it since the beginning of time.