Chapter Seven #4
He stood up from the bed, looking down at her. She was a petite thing, barely coming up to his breastbone. For a moment, they simply gazed at one another, but it wasn’t awkward. There was warmth there, and interest. After a moment, Mattie smiled faintly.
“Since we’ve met, all has been quite formal between us, as it should be,” she said. “But I think, at this point, it should not be quite so formal.”
“Agreed.”
“Would you like to kiss me?”
That was one of the better suggestions he’d heard all day and, without a word, he put his big hands on her upper arms and leaned down, gently slanting his lips over hers.
It was just a kiss, something gentle and warm, but it was swift.
He stood up to look at her, but her face was upturned to him with her eyes closed.
“Well?” he said. “Like that?”
Her eyes were still closed as she spoke. “I do not think so,” she said, her eyes opening. “My father kisses like that. I do not think I like that.”
He frowned, taking the criticism to heart. “I see,” he said. He cocked his head thoughtfully before lifting his arms again and pulling them around her lush little body. “Mayhap we should do this the right way.”
Mattie gasped as his enormous arms wrapped around her, pulling her up against him.
It was as if he’d just struck flint against stone because, suddenly, there was a spark where there hadn’t been before.
Her body against his, heat against heat, and she was having trouble breathing as she gazed up at him.
“Aye,” she said, realizing that she was quivering. “This is the right way.”
“I think so, too.”
That spark ignited something more. Dipping his head down, Gar kissed her forehead, and her cheek.
The fragrances of roses from her hair met his nostrils and he inhaled deeply.
But that sweet scent was to be his undoing—it was warm and alluring.
His embrace tightened and he buried his face against Mattie’s fragrant neck.
Mattie gasped again as Gar’s mouth moved down her neck, roving over the soft flesh.
He was smelling, but he was also tasting, very gently.
She could feel his lips. Certainly, she’d asked for a kiss, but this wasn’t what she had expected.
In fact, his hot breath against her neck had her heart pounding so forcefully that she was positive it was about to burst from her chest.
He grew bolder.
Gar’s tongue, hot and lusty, lapped at the flesh of her shoulder as his hands began to roam.
They were timid, but curious. He touched the skin on her arms, his big hands gripping her then releasing her, stroking and touching.
Mattie could feel his hot breath on her skin and she could hardly breathe because of it.
She hadn’t even known such a sensation existed.
She never knew a fire like this was possible.
A fire that was beginning to gain strength.
The flames crackled softly in the hearth, sending sparks up the chimney as Gar abruptly swept Mattie into his arms and deposited her upon her bed.
He gently kissed her face, moving to her chin and neck as his fingers went to work on the ties of her gown.
He was clumsy about it, but persistent. Mattie finally had to untie them herself and they both giggled a little, awkwardly, but it was a sweet moment.
“Should I tell you what I’m going to do next?” he asked. “If you do not want me to do it, I hope you will tell me.”
She was on her back, looking up at him. “Do you know what you are going to do next?”
He smirked. “Not really,” he said. “I was just… exploring.”
“I do not mind exploring.”
“You don’t?”
“Nay,” she said. “And you do not have to tell me what you are going to do next. Just… do it. If I do not like it, I will tell you.”
He nodded, cupped her face gently, and kissed her right cheek.
Onward, the intrepid explorer went.
The shift Mattie was wearing was the same one that had been under her blue silk gown.
That was all there was between her and Gar.
He was inspecting the shift, looking at the stitching, the way it lay upon her skin, and then he pulled it away a little, looking at the flesh underneath.
He kissed the exposed flesh and repeated the process, like a man inspecting a new and valuable acquisition, only there was more to it.
The truth was that Gar had kissed women before and had perhaps done a little fondling, so he wasn’t as much of an amateur as he’d led Mattie to believe.
He knew how to kiss and how to touch, but nothing more than that.
This was the moment when he would experience everything and he was soaking it in more than he’d thought he would.
Mattie stared up at the ceiling as he went about his exploration, as the shift came off her shoulders, her arms, finally baring her breasts in the weak light of the chamber.
She showed no signs of being embarrassed by her nudity.
She wasn’t even embarrassed when he pulled the shift over her hips and slid it the length of her legs.
She simply let him.
It wasn’t that she was paralyzed by fear or indecision.
It was simply that much like Gar, Mattie was soaking it all in.
Is this what it means to have a husband?
she thought. Because if this was what being married meant, then she was willing to embrace it.
If Gar could make her feel like this, with her heart racing and her breathing coming in gasps, then she would let the man do whatever he wanted to do.
She was more than willing to let him.
As Mattie found herself overcome by her first sexual encounter, Gar was having a difficult time pacing himself.
Every touch, every kiss, had him wanting to thrust his body into hers until he was satisfied.
But he also wanted to go slowly because every move, every touch, every taste was something to experience.
He didn’t want to rush through it. Perhaps his touch wasn’t entirely skilled, but it was genuine.
Perhaps every kiss wasn’t delicate, but it meant something.
He wanted to build something with Mattie and the only way he could think to do that was to be slow and gentle with her.
At least, that was his intention until the sight of her nude breasts in the firelight nearly undid him.
He’d never seen anything so arousing in his entire life.
But he didn’t touch her there yet. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know how, or didn’t have permission.
He did and he did. It was a matter of putting his hand to her flesh.
But it was such a personal move, something so intimate, that he was having trouble taking that step.
He didn’t want to frighten her or chase her away.
She was new to this, too, and he wasn’t sure he could live with scaring her off.
As he wrestled with some indecision, Mattie abruptly reached up, took his hand, and put it against her right breast.
“Here, Gar,” she whispered breathlessly. “Touch me here.”
Gar’s control vanished in an instant. He growled low in his throat as he descended upon her luscious body.
Their lips came together in a cataclysmic clash, his mouth slanting over hers, suckling her lips furiously.
Mattie’s gasps of passion were muted against his mouth until he moved away from her lips and feasted hungrily at her breasts.
As Mattie writhed beneath him, Gar moved to touch the unfurling flower between her legs.
For a man who had never really done this sort of thing before, he was moving with confidence.
He knew what he needed to touch and what needed to happen because he had enough friends and brothers who had been quite detailed in their experiences with women.
Gar knew, so he just had to put it into practice.
Mattie cried out with surprise when his fingers touched the thick outer lips, matted with a fine fluff of black hair, but he maintained his hold on her nipple as he gently fondled her to allow her to become accustomed to his touch.
Mattie gradually relaxed as she became accustomed to his fingers, and only when her body relaxed did he attempt to part her lush petals.
She was as slick with moisture, unbelievably hot. Gar stroked the tender folds, his entire body shaking with the power of his need. He’d never known desire like this and he could no longer hold back. It was time to make Mattie his wife in every sense of the word.
The wife he’d never wanted.
He wanted her now.
Gar finally slipped a finger into her sheath, so incredibly tight that he very nearly soiled himself at that very moment. Mattie’s pants of shock quickly turned into cries of pleasure, and Gar 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 seam.
One boot hit the floor and the other nearly flew into the hearth.
Those patchwork breeches went to his knees because that was as far as he could get them.
He didn’t have the patience for anything more.
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.
Now, came the core of the situation.
Joining his body with hers.
He really didn’t want to be clumsy about this, so he forced himself to focus on what needed to be done rather than the actual act itself.
Mattie’s body was preparing itself for what was to come, so he wedged himself between her legs and rubbed his manhood against her private core to moisten himself.
He’d heard that made his entry easier and he did so want to make this easier for them both.
Not surprisingly, however, he had to wrestle against his natural instinct to ram into her like a stallion.
It would have been so easy, but also so damaging.
Finally, he pushed into her, feeling her wet heat close in around him, and it was the most amazing thing he’d ever experienced.
Little by little, he slid into her.
Somehow, he made it all the way in without any flash of pain on her part or great claps of thunder announcing they were joined.
Suddenly, they were, and he could no longer restrain himself.
Falling atop her, Gar began to roll his hips, thrusting into her body.
Some strokes were long and hard, some weren’t.
It took him a few tries to find a rhythm that felt good and when he did, he thrust evenly and fully.
He had her in his powerful embrace, his arms wrapped tightly around her, but eventually he loosened his grip and braced his arms on either side of her to get some leverage.
But in doing so, that also meant he could look down at her body, at their bodies joined.
That was his undoing.
Mattie had soft, full breasts and he shifted his weight so he could touch her there, eliciting groans of pleasure.
His free hand moved to her nipples, her shoulder, down her belly, and around to her buttocks.
Soft, warm buttocks. He grasped them, holding her pelvis still as he continued to thrust into her, all the while wondering why he’d never done this before now.
But in the same breath, also glad that he’d not done it before now.
For his first time to be with Mattie, with his wife, was something no man he knew could say. But he could.
It made the moment far more magnificent.
As Mattie lay there, legs open to receive him, her breasts bouncing gently with each successive thrust of his hips, something hot was building in his loins.
He knew what it was, though he’d never experienced it in this particular way, and he also knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself once it erupted.
And it did erupt, as fast as lightning, and suddenly he was thrusting hard, holding himself inside of her as his hot seed filled her.
When he reached down to touch the place where their bodies joined to feel the magic of what was happening, his touch threw Mattie over the edge into her first climax as well.
On and on it went.
While Gar’s release eventually died down, Mattie’s seemed to go on, like ripples upon a pond.
His hand was still on her Venus mound, his fingers still probing her, and every time he moved, she seemed to climax again.
She was quivering and gasping as if she had no control over her body at all. In truth, she didn’t.
He did.
And he loved it.
Still embedded inside her, he stroked her again and another weak climax rolled over her.
Her legs were trembling so much that they were jerking uncontrollably.
Gar finally moved his hand away just so the woman could catch her breath and he grinned as he buried his face in her neck, kissing her gently as she struggled to catch her breath.
It was finished.
Enfolded in the warmth of Gar’s massive embrace, Mattie was in a stupor.
Her body was limp, her mind void of any thought whatsoever as she felt the remains of Gar’s arousal twitching within her tender folds.
Her legs were still wide open, his significant weight covering her, and she couldn’t have been more content with it all.
She would have been perfectly happy to remain as they were for the rest of eternity.
No words were spoken. After that, no words were necessary. Sleep came quickly and when they slept, wrapped up in each other’s arms, it was as if they had been doing it all their lives. Nothing had ever felt so natural or so right.
The virgins were virginal no longer.