Page 37 of Ensnaring the Dove

Heart pounding in her ears, she spread her thighs. She couldn’t stop shaking. This was the most exciting, forbidden thing she’d ever experienced.

“Have you ever touched yourself … here?” he asked, his fingers parting her gently.

Heat flushed over Colombia at the question. “No,” she squeaked.

Aedan’s liquid gaze held her fast. “And why not?”

“I d … don’t … know,” she stammered. “I just never … really …” Her voice trailed off as he parted her legs wider still, opening her to him. “I don’t know what to do,” she admitted.

His eyes, dark-blue with desire, glinted. “Well … let me show you.”

He began to stroke her before his thumb found a hard nub of flesh.

Colombia gasped, her hips lifting off the bed. “What was that?”

His mouth quirked. “Just the beginning.”

The pad of his thumb concentrated on that spot, circling, stroking, and rubbing until Colombia was writhing against him. Pleasure was coiling, right there.

“Aedan,” she gasped. “I don’t know … I can’t …” She choked out a soft cry then. “It’s building … but just out of reach.”

“Follow it,” he murmured. “Chase the feeling … let go.”

Eyes fluttering shut, Colombia obeyed, giving herself to the sensation and chasing the pleasure that swelled with each passing moment. He increased the pressure with his thumb, rubbing faster now, and a short while later, warm, shuddering, delicious pleasure exploded low in her belly, rippling between her spread thighs.

Colombia writhed on the mattress, and her raw cry filled the room.

She opened her eyes to see Aedan smiling down at her.

The man looked pleased with himself—and she understood why.

“I had no idea,” she gasped.

His smile widened. “As I said before … that’s just the beginning.”

Aedan shifted then, rolling onto his back, and drawing her up so that she sat astride him. “We’ll take this slow,” he promised her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” Colombia breathed, wriggling against the hot, hard shaft nestling between her thighs. Her body felt liquid, and pleasure still pulsed gently deep in her core.

She wanted him. There.

Aedan took hold of her hips, lifting her up and stroking her with the tip of his shaft.

Colombia gave a needy groan, circling against him.

However, he held her fast, continuing to stroke her. He then settled the swollen head of his rod into her entrance.

Colombia sighed before attempting to push down on him.

“Wait,” he grunted. “We need to go slowly.”

Inch by inch, he settled her upon him. He slid in easily at first, but then he stopped. An aching, stretching sensation rippled through Colombia’s lower belly. He was big, and she was a maid.

She’d heard that a woman’s first time could be sore. However, there was no pain, just a tight discomfort.

Aedan gripped her hips then, rotating her on his shaft—before he slowly pushed her down on him further.

Colombia sank against him, and the sensation of being stretched intensified. He filled her up, and when she eventually settled at the root of his member, so that their bodies were flush, a dull ache pulsed through the cradle of her hips.