Chapter 19 #3
She smiled, too charmed to speak, and then he kissed her, and Hetty sighed as he laid her down, enchanted by the heat of him, giddy with delight at the feel of his skin against hers. He settled himself between her legs, the weight of him upon her a joy all its own as Hetty welcomed him closer.
For her, his body was a new world for her to explore, a landscape of silken skin and coarse hair, of soft lips and hard muscle, and she revelled in her unveiling of all these secrets. Her hands roamed where fancy took her, mapping every new discovery.
All the while Gideon kissed her, taking delicious diversions to trail his lips down her neck to her breasts and to kiss and lick and torment her tender nipples until she was writhing beneath him.
Her sex was slick with desire now, his arousal sliding back and forth and provoking maddening sensations, setting off tiny explosions until she was teetering on the edge of something fierce and fiery.
Quite beyond shyness now, Hetty opened her legs wider, tilting her hips harder against him, seeking more, demanding it. Gideon stared down at her, colour cresting his cheeks, his breath ragged and uneven.
“Let me make love to you, Hetty.”
Hetty could only nod, aware that was what the urgent clamouring sensation inside her was demanding.
Gideon let out a sigh of relief and slid a hand between them, gently touching the place that was already so dreadfully sensitive with a delicate finger.
Hetty’s breath caught, her breath catching in her throat as pleasure careened over her. Gideon watched her, his gaze dark and hungry as he circled the delicate nub of flesh until she was dizzy, gasping and clutching at the covers, and then he slid a finger inside her.
Hetty made a soft sound of wonder, startled, and then he shifted lower down her body, kissing a path down her belly, lower and lower until he ducked his head between her thighs.
Hetty squeezed her eyes shut as he suckled the taut little bud hidden there into his mouth and then slid another finger inside her.
She shattered, bursting into starlight. Joy surged through her, stealing her breath, taking her out of the world until nothing existed but the feel of his mouth upon her, the intimate slide of his fingers, and the dazzling pleasure that stole her wits and left her languorous and sated as he teased the last, lingering waves of delight from her body.
When finally, she found the wit to open her eyes, she was almost surprised to discover she was not floating among the stars but in the arms of her new husband. She gazed up at him, discovering him looking so very pleased with himself that she could not help but give an exhausted laugh.
“Oh, my,” she said, aware that her voice was quavery and seemed to come from far, far away. “Oh, my.” As eloquent words of gratitude went, it was hardly Shakespeare, but he did not appear to mind.
He only made a choked sound and sought her mouth, kissing her hard, so ardently that her body woke once more, the need she had believed he had so thoroughly gratified bursting to life again, hotter and more insistent than before.
She wrapped herself around him, encouraging him to take his place, to join them as they both needed to be joined.
She urged him closer, pulling her legs up and gripping him with her thighs, tilting the angle of her hips, giving him no reason to believe she did not want this as much as he did.
He thrust inside her body, finding the way easy, so slick and ready that in one smooth movement they were joined completely.
Hetty gasped, though there was no pain, the shock of how completely he had filled her was a little overwhelming.
Gideon groaned, tremors running over his large frame as he fought to hold himself still.
“Did I hurt you?” he demanded, his voice a harsh whisper.
Hetty could not reply, her capacity for speech long since erased, so she did the only thing she could do and laughed and laughed and shook her head.
Gideon huffed out a laugh of his own.
“I’ll take that as a no,” he said, and moved inside her.
Hetty’s laughter stopped abruptly as he loved her, tenderly, worshipping her with his body as he had sworn to do in church, with his mouth and his hands, until Hetty was too caught up in him to know where she ended and he began. They were joined, one, and it was all she could have wished for.
Time stood still as his hands caressed, as he proved to her with his touch and with exquisite tenderness that she was all he could wish for too.
“I love you,” she said, the only words that she could grasp at, the only ones that mattered as the pleasure became overwhelming, throbbing through her as he thrust harder and deeper and cried out, his powerful frame shuddering in her embrace while he came inside her in a searing rush.
Hetty stroked his blazing hot skin as the orgasm shattered him, leaving him trembling and spent until at last he grew still, his breath rushing in short, ragged gasps against her neck. He collapsed on top of her with a quiet moan.
Hetty smiled, holding on as his breath steadied, so that when he finally came back to himself and raised his head to look down at her, she was grinning like a lunatic, and left him in no doubt that, so far, their wedding night had been rather a success.