Authors: Cheryl Howe
His grip tightened on her shoulders
.
“You are to be another man’s wife.”
“It’s not of my choosing
.
Let me decide my fate in this at least
.
I choose you.”
He cupped her face
.
“You are a fool
,
but so am I
.
You win
.
If I scorch in hell for this, I don’t care.”
He kissed her with unleashed need
.
His hands gripped her bottom again, this time kneading and squeezing
.
He bucked against her as he pulled her to him
.
Arianna’s pelvis tightened and tingled, her every nerve ending engaged
.
Suddenly, she had no fear, no doubt
.
She yearned for their joining
.
She slipped her fingers behind his neck, yanked at the open lacing of his shirt with the other hand.
“Take off your clothes,” she whispered near his ear
.
The next time she needed to imagine Robert touch
ing
her, it would be this moment
.
Always
.
“I want to see you.”
He released her
,
tugged off his shirt
.
“I must warn you.
”
He sat on the chair and
yanked
off his boots
.
“I’m not the most experienced lover.”
“Neither am I.”
“But you know more about anatomy then any rogue haunting London.
”
He shucked his pants and stood.
Arianna’s gaze dropped directly to his large phallus
.
She had no idea the human body could initiate such a drastic change in such a short period of time
.
He faced her,
muscles flexing in his arms as he clenched and unclenched his fists.
In her most intimate thoughts of Robert, she had imagined his broad shoulders, his narrow waist
.
Of being held by his strong arms
.
Oh
,
but the highlight of Robert’s physique was so much more intriguing than any of her innocent musings.
She
stepped closer and
laid her hands on his chest, forced her gaze to his eyes
.
He leaned down and kissed her lightly
.
She let her hands drift
over
his ribs, she
needed
to touch him
intimately
, test his hardness, but feared it might shock him
She urged his mouth open with her own, entwined her tongue with his
.
His breathing deepened along with his kiss
,
but he kept his hands lightly on her waist
.
His cock stirred against her skirt
.
She drew him closer,
anchoring
an arm
at his back
.
At the same time, she circled her fingers around his solid girth
.
He made a tortured sound in his throat, gripped her shoulders, but apparently just to steady himself
.
She drew her hand lightly along his length.
His hands found the hem of her skirt
.
He cupped her bottom again and buried his mouth in her neck, sucking on the hollow
.
She gripped him tighter, feeling a strange tension building within the center of her enflamed womanhood
.
The head of his ungiving cock brushed her wet folds
.
Arianna gasped and he gripped her tighter
.
He moved away from her, backed into the chair, taking her with him
.
Once he arranged her across his lap, he tugged down her bodice and took her nipple in his mouth
.
She moaned as the new sensation burst from the tips of her breast
.
He gripped her thighs from behind, pulled her legs slightly apart
.
She arched against him, his palms hot and heavy against her sensitized skin
.
He eased his hands higher, finding her round bottom, kneading and separating her
.
His long fingers brushed the crease of her inner folds
.
She rocked her hips, unable to take the spiraling need clawing at her insides.
When he switched his mouth to her other nipple, Arianna moaned in frustrated pleasure
.
She placed her hand on his and guided him to touch her wet heat.
He moaned when she pressed his fingers over her engorged clitoris
.
Arianna pulsed against him in an abrupt spasm of pleasure
.
Instead of release, her tension only built tenfold
.
She needed to feel him solidly inside her.
“I’m not going to break,” she whispered near his ear.
He pulled back to face her, his breathing ragged
.
“I might.
”
Sweat beaded across his skin. “I’ve never been with a virgin before and I want to do this right.”
“You are.” She struggled from his arms, intending to straddle him, but he whisked her from the chair and onto her feet.
He glanced to a pile of quilts in the corner
.
“I don’t even have a proper bed
.
All the mattresses have been invaded by mice and are out in the side yard.”
She laughed at his frown
.
“I don’t care.”
He nodded and got to his feet
.
“Stay put.”
“I’m in no condition to go anywhere.
”
She glanced down at her exposed nipples, wet and swollen from his attention
.
Her gown was hopelessly twisted, exposing as much as it covered.
Robert returned with the quilts and arranged them in front of the fire
.
“Someday I want to make love to you in this chair
.
But not for the first time.”
Both of them stared at the pile for a moment, taken aback by what they were about to do
.
She gripped both of his hands, intending to pull him down before he turned moral on her again.
Instead, he brought her close to him and hugged her tightly.
“I lied when I said I didn’t have feelings for you
.
You know that, don’t you?”
She smiled against his chest
.
“I was not sure
,
but I did not care
.
It only made me more adamant in my conviction to love you.”
He squeezed her shoulders
.
“I would marry you if that were possible.
”
She kissed his chest
.
“I know.”
“But I will cherish you as if I had.
”
His voice was husky, causing an erotic shiver to spread down her body
.
The ache between her legs pulsed a reminder
of her earlier urgency
.
“Turn around,” he said
.
She did and he attacked the lacing on the bodice, struggling enough times to let her know he did not undress ladies often
.
With her help, he removed the gown
.
She kicked off the shoes, and he slid off the stockings
.
They faced each other
.
He drew a finger down her neck
.
She stood on her toes to trail kisses across his collar bone
.
They joined hands and knelt on the pallet together.
She stretched on her back while Robert braced above her
.
A chaste brush of his lips forced her to grip the back of his neck
.
She caught his bottom lip between hers, coaxing him with a brush of her tongue
.
He pulled his mouth away, raining kisses down her neck, across her belly
.
Arianna gasped at his direction
.
She spread her legs and braced her heels as he slipped his head between her thighs.
A flick of his tongue over her erotic center, the pleasure point she had directed him to earlier, forced Arianna to close her eyes against spiraling sensation
.
Once he slipped a testing finger past her sex’s swollen lips, she could not stop herself from rocking against him
.
He picked up her rhythm, licking and stretching her with each stroke.
He slipped a second finger inside her and Arianna’s breath came hard and fast
.
Her soft moans urged his pace quicker, deeper
.
“Please, Robert,” she gasped.
He crawled over her to replace his mouth with the probing head of his cock
.
His mouth found hers, possessing her with his tongue while he pressed forward, unrelenting and persistent.
“Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop.”
Arianna’s anticipation quickly turned to shock and discomfort
.
After the maddening pleasure of the build up to this moment, she had forgotten there still might be pain
.
She had begun to hope her mother’s warnings had been rumors begun by the same people who believed women could not enjoy sex
.
Luckily for Arianna, she knew that was not the way the human body operated and a woman was meant to experience pleasure from the union as well as a man.
“Oh
.
Ouch.” She could not stop herself from stiffening, despite her regret that she had cried out.
Robert paused but was only momentarily deterred
.
He rocked against her in shallow, urgent thrusts
.
Arianna pulled her mouth away from his, despite his gentle, coaxing kisses
.
The constant pressure below her waist was anything but
.
Perhaps if he just would get on with it, the pleasure would return
.
He withdrew and pushed again but stopped abruptly.
“Is something wrong?” she said, her anxiety growing by the moment.
“You are a bit tight.
”
Sweat beaded on his forehead.
“Can you go all the way? You must break my hymen.”
“I’m aware of that,” he said through gritted teeth.
He eased in again and out, gaining shallow ground each time
.
Pleasure returned thick and warm, but it arrived with a deeper tightening around Robert’s invasion.
He must have felt it, too, because he moaned into her neck
.
She gripped his flank, braced her feet and readied herself to meet his next thrust
.
Despite her efforts, Robert remained poised above her, suddenly unmoving but breathing as if he’d just sprinted around the church.
“I think it would be more efficient
—
”
“Please stop talking.
”
His face hovered above hers and he remained motionless
.
“Kiss me instead.”
She did, and his tongue entwined with hers in a penetrating kiss
.
His next hard thrust brought him fully against her
.
Stars danced in front of her eyes for a brief moment
.
He kissed her face, her cheek, down her neck.
“Sorry,” he said near her ear
.
She caught her breath but his fullness was intense, forcing her to push against his shoulders.
“How do you feel?
”
He didn’t move.
The pain began to fade and pleasure came to the forefront
.
She caressed his face and squirmed against him.
“Wonderful.
”
She
sucked his finger into her mouth and withdrew. Instantly she ached for him to fill her again
.
His next thrust came hard, followed by another
.
Her body gripped him, welcomed him
.
Pleasure flooded through her limbs, spilling from her wom
a
n’s heat like a breaking damn. Nothing existed except the pulsing in the center of her being and the friction of Robert moving inside her
.
She cried out and shattered around him in blinding bliss.
“Arianna,” she heard him say on a moan
.
His hot seed filled
her
and he shuddered above her.