Chapter Fourteen #2
It was as he had remembered it the night before; she was sweet and warm and soft.
Although he was performing a duty, it quickly became a genuine want.
He knew he must go slowly with her, but he found that the feel and smell of her ignited a flame deep within him.
Before he realized it, both arms were around her slender body and he was pulling her onto the pallet beside him.
Brooke’s heart was thumping so loudly that she was positive he could hear it.
His mouth was warm and gentle, his touch strong and tender.
Having never experienced an embrace of any kind, the newness was disorienting.
But the disorientation quickly evaporated in favor of giddy warmth that bloomed deep in her belly.
When his mouth clamped down over hers, the warmth grew in size and breadth and spread through her torso.
Hesitantly, her arms went around his neck.
It was all the encouragement Dallas needed to pull her fiercely against him.
Brooke was lost in a haze of passion and curiosity.
She was aware when he laid her back on the pallet, aware when his tongue licked at her lips.
Not knowing how to respond, she opened her mouth to ask him for instructions and his tongue snaked inside her pink orifice.
Momentarily shocked, she very quickly realized she liked it.
His kiss was bold, intimate, heated. Aye, she liked it very much.
Dallas unwound one of his arms. His hand drifted over her belly, touching her arm, shoulder, her hair. Then it moved down her chest, finally coming to rest on a pert breast. He gently squeezed and she yelped.
“What are you doing?” she demanded breathlessly.
He was fairly breathless himself. “Touching you.”
Her eyes were wide on him. “But… you are putting your hand on my…”
He squeezed her gently again, watching her mouth pop open in outrage and, possibly, some semblance of pleasure. He laughed softly and caressed her breast again.
“I am your husband,” he whispered. “I may touch you anywhere I please. Does this disturb you?”
She wasn’t sure. “But… but what if I don’t want you to?”
“Then I will stop. Do you want me to stop?”
Her cheeks flushed and she tried to avert her gaze, but he was so close that she could not reasonably look away from him. “I… I suppose not.”
He squeezed her again, feeling a hard nipple against his palm. His mouth descended on her once again as he spoke. “Good.”
Brooke lay there with her eyes open, responding to his bold kiss and evaluating the feel of his hand against her breast. It was shocking and new, but the more he caressed and teased, the more she liked it.
Her young body began to twitch with pleasure and she was not even aware.
But Dallas was acutely aware; he’d never been more aware of anything in his life.
He abruptly sat up, pulling her with him.
His arms were around her, untying the stays on her back.
Brooke didn’t protest but she didn’t help either; she wasn’t entirely sure what to do.
When he pulled the surcoat over her head, she sat dumbly as he had her lift her arms and yanked the shift off as well.
Clad only in her pantalets, she crossed her arms over her bare chest as Dallas quickly removed his tunic.
He turned back around to see her trying to cover herself with great embarrassment. In fact, she was trying not to cry. He put his arms around her and lay back down on the pallet, covering up her nakedness with his big body.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, his lips against her temple. “You do not need to be embarrassed.”
She sniffled, trying hard to stifle the tears. “I am not,” she lied.
He smiled, kissing her again. Very gently, he unwound her arms from her breasts. She was small-breasted, but they were pert and perfect. His big hand covered one completely and then some, but it did not take away from his pleasure. In fact, he was wildly aroused by them.
Brooke felt his hot hand close over her breast and she shuddered, her embarrassment quickly fading as he gently touched her.
He was very careful with her and his patience helped immensely.
He continued to knead and caress, his lips against her forehead, allowing her to become accustomed to his touch.
Brooke concentrated on the encounter, gradually relaxing enough so that he was able to shift his body.
When he put his heated mouth on her hard nipple, she gasped again.
“What are you doing?”
His reply was to suck harder and she gasped and groaned, twitching beneath him.
His mouth on her body was causing lightning to course through her limbs, heat that she could not control.
Though she was young and innocent, her body was all woman.
Hormones and desires raged. As Brooke lay panting beneath Dallas, he deftly removed her pantalets and settled himself between her legs.
She lifted her head to watch him as he lay between her legs.
His mouth was still on her breast, his hands around her waist. Brooke’s heart was pumping so hard that she felt faint.
She lay her head back down, staring at the tent ceiling and experiencing every new sensation that Dallas brought upon her.
She liked his mouth on her and she liked his big hands on her slender body.
She liked everything about this so far. But when he lowered his breeches and put his manhood against her virginal lips, she grew worried all over again.
He was back in her face, his big body lying on top of her. He wasn’t heavy, but the intimacy was overwhelming. She began to tear up again and he kissed her eyes tenderly.
“No tears, sweetheart,” he said softly. “Relax and accept me. It will make things easier.”
“But I am afraid.”
“I know,” he kissed her again. “But you must trust me. I would never intentionally hurt you.”
She began to sob softly and he kissed her strongly at the same time he thrust into her.
She yelped at the first thrust, gasping slightly at the second.
By the third and final thrust, her tears had faded and she simply groaned.
She could hear Dallas breathing heavily, his lips on her cheek.
When he withdrew completely, she felt a distinct sense of relief.
But he was suddenly thrusting into her again and she sucked in her breath sharply as he began to move deep within her.
There was no real pain, only a sense of fullness.
Within the first several thrusts, she forgot her fear and embarrassment completely.
Whatever he was doing sent wild sensations throughout her body, sensations that caused her to writhe and spasm.
She was vaguely aware of her arms around his neck, holding on to him as he beat a sensual rhythm against her hips.
Somewhere in the movement, she began to move with him.
It felt better when she did. Some exquisite sensation was blossoming in her loins and she liked the sparks she felt when she ground her pelvis against his.
When she figured out that the more she rubbed against him, the more sparks flew, she began to grind her hips madly against his body.
Dallas had one arm round her, one hand on her left breast. Brooke was concentrating on making sparks fly as she rubbed herself against him in rhythm to his thrusting.
Suddenly, her entire body tightened and a burst sensation rippled through her loins.
It was the most amazing thing she had ever experienced.
As she gasped with her first climax, Dallas released himself deep within her beckoning body.
Brooke felt him shudder. But he continued to move, continued to touch her, not wanting the experience to end.
Truth be told, Brooke didn’t want it to end, either.
What had started out as a totally fearful concept had become the most miraculous experience of her young life.
Brooke laid there, her arms around her husband, staring up at the ceiling and struggling to absorb what had just happened.
She could not seem to wrap her mind around it.
All she knew was that it was nothing as she had feared.
“Are you well?” Dallas’ soft question filled the air.
Her gaze moved to his handsome face as he loomed over her. He has such nice eyes, she thought. “Aye,” she replied.
“I did not hurt you?”
She shook her head. “Nay.”
“Good.”
He gazed at her, his eyes drifting over the delicate shape of her eyes and the way her blond hair brushed across her face.
He would have liked to have lain with her all day but he knew that time was growing short.
They had accomplished their task, which had turned out to be far less of a task and far more of a pleasure.
He pushed a stray lock of hair from her eyes.
“We should get dressed and finish packing.”
He started to move but she tightened her arms and legs about him; he was still embedded in her. “Do we have to?”
He looked at her, surprised. Then he burst out in soft laughter. “You would rather stay here?”
Her cheeks flushed scarlet and she unwound her arms, her legs. He could see that he had offended her and his grip on her tightened as she tried to squirm away from him.
“Lady Aston,” he murmured against her flushed, angry cheek. “I would give all that I have to remain here with you for the day. But I fear your stepfather and mother will become impatient awaiting us.”
She eyed him, somewhat appeased. “You will stop laughing at me every time I ask a question.”
He shook his head, his lips nuzzling her jaw line. “It was laughter of pleasure, I assure you. I am pleased that you thought so much of our experience that you would not want to end it.”
Her anger fled in lieu of shy eagerness. “Can we do it again sometime? I mean, if you wish it?”
His eyebrows drew together in feigned outrage. “Good lord, lass, I will wish it every day for the rest of my life. Sometimes more than once a day. Was it that good for you?”