Chapter Seven #3
Davyss fought off a smile; he couldn’t help but notice she wouldn’t look at him. He would have thought her disgusted with what was happening had he not seen the faint mottle to her cheeks. He dipped his head, trying to look her in the eye.
“Am I to understand that this is pleasurable for you, my lady?” he teased her gently.
She lowered her head further and he laughed softly. “So you will not admit it, you little fox?” he pushed.
She covered her face with her hands, but not before he saw a grin spread across her lips.
Laughing softly, he wrapped his big arms around her and growled like a bear, nibbling at her neck enough to make her squeal.
He continued to nibble and she giggled uncontrollably, finally begging for him to stop.
He wouldn’t stop until he extracted a kiss from her, which she did hesitantly; she wasn’t used to love play.
But he thought her innocence to be very charming and was pleased that she was at least willing to play along.
The woman had been on her guard for most of the day, with good reason, and he was thrilled that she was starting to warm to him.
With a tender smile, his lips claimed hers more powerfully than before.
He wanted her more than he had ever wanted a woman in his life.
He laid Devereux back on the bed, shifting his weight off of her as his fingers went to work removing her from her shift. Devereux was focused on his gentle kisses, his tongue seeking intimate places inside her mouth, and unaware that he was intent on removing her from her clothes.
He was so careful with her that she didn’t realize when he had unfastened the surcoat; she was only aware of it when he lifted her swiftly to pull it off.
He kept her propped up as he pulled the shift over her head, leaving her nude but for the hose on her legs.
He purposely left them on, deeply aroused by the delicate hose held in place by blue ribbons.
Her legs were slender and shapely and he paused a moment to admire her form, running his hand gently down her torso, to her hip and down her thigh.
Devereux shuddered as his fingers danced along her skin.
His kisses resumed, more gently, and Devereux’s head was swimming with the sensations he was creating within her.
Gone were any reservations she might have felt, the bitter memory of their first coupling.
It was as if an entirely new man was holding her in his arms, someone kind and gentle and inordinately considerate.
His mouth was heated, his kisses firm yet gentle as he moved from her lips to her breasts. She was ready for him.
Davyss suckled her nipples, feeling her twitch beneath him.
He held her tighter, feasting on her delicious breasts and savoring every movement, every soft gasp she was emitting.
His groin was painfully engorged and he lowered his breeches, wedging himself in between her legs.
She twitched again, this time with some trepidation, as his fingers gently stroked the thick lips that covered her woman’s center.
He stroked her for a few moments, acquainting her with his touch, before carefully entering her with his enormous manhood.
Beneath him, Devereux groaned softly as he thrust gently into her.
Her legs came up and he held her behind the knees, lifting her legs as he thrust again and again, sliding his full hard length into her.
Seated to the hilt, he began slow and even thrusts, feeling her tense body relax with each successful push.
Soon she was completely relaxed and he held her lovely legs high while his lips reclaimed her mouth once more.
There was nothing more erotic than kissing her deeply as he thrust into her, feeling his new wife’s body responding to him.
Never in his life had he experienced such excitement. He wanted more.
His hands left her legs and moved to her hips holding them firmly as he continued to thrust. Devereux wrapped her legs around his, instinctively, as if to hold him deep inside of her.
Her hips began to move with his, awkwardly at first but with increasing rhythm.
It was an innate pulse, a primal mating movement that consumed her as she wrapped her body around her husband and gave herself over to him completely.
As Davyss’ powerful body moved within her, Devereux imagined that this was what their first coupling should have been like; passion, tenderness, heat and power.
She never knew such things existed. When the heat in her loins suddenly exploded in a shower of sparks that coursed like rivers throughout her body, she was vaguely aware of Davyss shuddering against her.
Even when the sparks faded and the tremors died, he continued to move within her, stroking her, feeling every last ounce of pleasure that he could.
The experience went on well into the night.
They fell asleep in each other’s arms, Davyss’s member still embedded in her body. He awoke before dawn and made love to her twice more before the sun rose.
It was if that horrible experience forty-two days earlier had never happened at all.