Chapter Four #4
“Hush, sweetheart,” he murmured. “There is nothing to fear. I know you are terrified, but I promise you, there is nothing to fear. Please believe me.”
She nodded and he held her face between his two enormous hands, kissing her forehead, her damp eyes, soothing her gently with his tender touch.
When he moved back to the dark curls between her legs, he made sure to do it calmly and sweetly so she would not be overly startled.
He began by gently caressing her inner thighs.
“What we are about to do is as old as man himself,” he told her, kissing her breasts as he stroked her skin. “It is something every woman goes through, unless she is ugly and destined to be an old maid.”
That brought giggles. But those giggles were quickly quelled as he began kissing the skin of her inner thigh.
Joselyn realized quickly that she liked it very much.
His mouth moved to the dark hair between her legs and he gently opened her legs wider, kissing the spongy curls and gently running his fingers over the thick lips.
He felt her tense again and he lowered his head, gently suckling on the outer flesh of her Venus Mound.
From fear to utter delight and back again, Joselyn’s head was spinning with a variety of sensations. Stephen’s touch had her distracted and his bass voice had her lulled into contentment.
“A woman’s center is quite lovely,” he murmured. “’Tis pink and pretty, like a flower unfurling.”
As he spoke, he gained a good look at her most private area.
His fingers pulled her exterior lips apart and he was greeted with a scar that ran from her birth canal all the way to her anus.
It was a thick, nasty scar and he could see immediately what she had been talking about; the birth tore me asunder.
From the look of the scar he was surprised she hadn’t bled to death.
His stomach lurched at the thought of pain and anguish she undoubtedly went through.
To think of such a lovely, sweet creature being subjected to such horror filled his chest with rage but he fought it.
He calmed himself by knowing he would protect her from all things from now on.
And more than ever, he was determined to seek justice for the crime against her.
He dipped his head and kissed the scar, nearly bringing her off the bed.
But his hands stilled her, his gentle words soothed her, and his kisses resumed on the interior of her thigh.
His fingers, so big yet so gently, stroked her intimately and he could feel her wetness the more he stroked.
He moved to kiss her belly and focused on her delicious breasts again as he slipped a finger into her tight, scarred passage.
Joselyn did nothing more than moan as he thrust into her with his finger, more distracted by his mouth on her nipples.
When Stephen finally lifted himself and placed his enormous manhood at her threshold, she hardly noticed.
In fact, he thrust so gently into her that she didn’t even realize he was inside her until he was about halfway seated.
Then she tensed again. But Stephen would have no part of it.
He was so highly aroused that he would let nothing interfere with this moment and he gathered her close, kissing her deeply as he fully seated himself with firm, smooth pressure.
Joselyn gasped and squirmed as he impaled her on his manroot, but to her credit she did not weep.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held fast, struggling to adjust her body to this invasive presence that was nothing as she had remembered from eleven years ago.
Stephen’s sensual invasion was warm, seductive, tender and passionate.
He had done everything possible to ease her.
And, not surprisingly, all she felt was ease.
And then he began to move in her, slowly at first, using his powerful buttocks to thrust gently into her small body.
But his pace grew faster, his thrust more powerful, and Joselyn felt a wildly pleasurable jolt every time he would thrust his full length into her.
It was as if his manhood was touching a special area deep within her body, something that, within just a few minutes of Stephen’s measured thrusts, suddenly erupted in a burst of stars that rippled throughout her body.
A soft yelp escaped her lips and her body stiffened and pleasurable tremors raced through her.
Stephen, feeling her release milking at his manroot, answered by spilling himself deep into her body.
Even when they were both sated as their glorious tremors faded, he still continued to move within her, not wanting the experience to end.
As he slowed his thrusts and caressed her silken skin, taking equal pleasure in the tactile as well as the emotional, words like Duty and Task popped into his mind.
Into the dimness, he smiled; never in his life had he been given a duty that was less of a task and more of a pleasure. She was a pleasure.
They slept.