SILENT DESIRES

He laughed softly. “Yes. Really.” He said. He touched her gently, but firmly. “If I caress you here, you feel it here.”

He brushed the nest of curls between her legs through the slick material of her gown while his other hand massaged her foot. Oh, man, he was right.

She tilted her pelvis upward, desperate for more intimacy, confused by her body’s reaction to his not-so-innocent massage.

“Yes. Oh…I felt it.” She said,

“And do you feel this also, Tess?” he asked.

She bowed completely off the bed as he touched her again. “I feel it. It’s…” Her voice trailed off into a gasp of pleasure. By the time he had given similar treatment to her other foot, she was incoherent with pleasure, having flopped back against the pillows, her body totally open to whatever he wanted to do to her.

Silk slid sensuously against her legs as he pushed her nightgown up inch by slow inch. He trailed his fingertips along her calves, pushing her nightgown up further until his mouth pressed against the skin behind her right knee. He tasted it and the dampness between her legs increased.

Whimpering, she squirmed against the bedspread as he continued his erotic tasting up her legs until he’d pushed her gown into a crumpled mass of blue silk around her waist.

Oh, Heavens. He wasn’t going to do that. He couldn’t. She couldn’t let him.

She tried to scoot backward. “You can’t kiss me there!” she said.

His response to her frantic efforts to get away was a sexy smile as two big hands clamped firmly to her thighs. Holding them apart when she instinctively tried to close them, he also held her securely in place. “I promise you will like it.” he said softly.

“I…” Then his mouth was on her. There. She’d read about this, but it felt more intimate than any words could describe. His tongue did things to her that had her body arching toward him, not away. An unbearable pressure built and built inside her.

The pressure burst without warning and her entire body went taut, every single muscle convulsing in rigidity and she screamed. She couldn’t hear her scream over the blood rushing in her head, but she could feel the rawness in her throat from the strain.

Dash wanted to give Tess a surfeit of pleasure, finding vicarious satisfaction in her passion. He could feel each muscular contraction of her virginal body in his inner being. He had never experienced another woman’s pleasure so fully as his own and the experience was its own kind of fulfillment.

She shuddered under his ministering mouth, the taste of her growing sweeter with each explosion in her flesh. He didn’t stop, pushing her to one higher plateau of ecstasy after another.

Her breath was labored, but then so was his. He felt on the verge of exploding, but he couldn’t make himself stop. The sounds of her enjoyment were addictive. Each cry made him feel like the conquering male. Each moan of rapture made his own sex throb with pleasure and desire.

“Dash, it’s too much. Please stop. Please…Please…Please…” She was sobbing with each breath, but still she pressed herself against his mouth.

Her lips said one thing, her body another.

Finally, she went completely limp, little whimpering noises interspersed with each breath and he pulled away, kissing her gently as he did so.

He knelt between her legs and surveyed the effect of the first level of their loving on her. Her small body was flushed with arousal all over, her eyes awash with tears, and her mouth parted on shallow pants. Hard, red berries, crested the swollen flesh of her breasts. He reached out and gently touched them.

A moan snaked from her throat. Her nightgown was still bunched around her waist and he wanted her naked.

Disposing of the silk cloth was easy as she languidly allowed him to move her any way he wanted to. He pushed his own pajama bottoms down his hips, his body experiencing relief at the removal of the light restraint of the fabric.

He wanted to touch only one thing with his hardened shaft, the rich, swollen tissues of her inner woman.

“Are you ready for me, Tess?” he asked.

“I want you to be part of me.” She replied. The words were a soft whisper, but very certain.

“Yes.” He would hesitate no longer. He could no longer hesitate. He had to have her.

He covered her body with his in one movement, his hard flesh pressed to the most secret part of her. He had been this way once before, but tonight he would not stop. He would consummate their marriage and perhaps even give her their child.

“Now, you become my wife,” he said.

“Yes.” It was a broken sound, a mere breath as she curled her fingers into the hair on his chest.

He pressed inward, but though he had brought her to completion many times, she was still tight. “You must relax for me, Tess.”

“You’re so big.” She said,

“I am just right for you. Trust me.” The urge to press forward without caution and bury himself in her wet heat was almost more than he could bear. “Give me yourself.”

“I don’t know how,” she whispered brokenly.

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She closed her eyes and took a deep breath and then let it out slowly. Inside, the tight clasp on his body loosened and he slid forward a bit more. He started a rocking motion that made her breath hitch and his body break out in sweat as he went deeper into her.

He felt the barrier of her innocence and would have paused, but she arched up toward him crying his name and suddenly he was sheathed in her softness completely. He stilled immediately.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

Her eyes slid open, their pansy depths warm with emotion that caught the breath in his chest.

He made love to her then, forcing himself to go slow, to build the pleasure in her again until he felt the beginning tremors of her release.

“Now we share it,” he cried and gave in to the rapture exploding through him. Her pleasure prolonged his own until he shook with exhaustion from his release. Unable to hold himself above her any longer, he collapsed on top of her.

She made a muffled sound and with the last bit of his strength, he rolled them both so she was on top of him, but they were still connected.

“Now you belong to me.”