Page 35 of The Heart’s Choice (Cotton Cops Mysteries #1)
Chapter 34
Fulfillment
B ea had never been an outgoing person. She had only one lifelong female friend and no experience relating to men. Roger was the exception. She felt comfortable with him. However, they were about to embark on an aspect of married life of which she had no knowledge, except for the brief interludes of intimate touching she and Roger had indulged in.
She’d giggled and become excited when he’d teased about sexual delights to come. Today, she’d sensed a growing tension in him that suggested more than simple delight was involved in their joining.
“I’m nervous,” she confessed, as her husband kicked open the door of his chamber and carried her over the threshold.
“That’s natural,” he replied, setting her on her feet. “I’d be worried if you weren’t nervous.”
Fearing her knees might buckle, she was glad he kept his arms around her waist.
“Do you know what’s going to happen between us?” he asked.
Looking into brown eyes full of love, Bea realized she was woefully ignorant. “Glenda warned me there’ll be pain when you … er ….”
She didn’t expect his teasing laughter. “Poor Glenda,” he quipped. “There might be pain when I penetrate your maidenhead, but I promise you it will be fleeting. Trust me. Our joining will be magical, my darling Beatrice.”
“I do trust you,” she replied honestly. It would be an honor to surrender her prized virginity to this man she loved. “I want to be yours.”
* * *
Roger’s heart and loins rejoiced. “I never expected to find a love like ours,” he confessed. “You honor me with your love.”
Her lips were too close to resist. She opened readily for him when their mouths met. His insistent cock mimicked his tongue as it thrust in and out of her sweet mouth. Her tongue teased his, her hips matching the rhythm set by his. He tasted the sherry trifle served for dessert and a faint hint of champagne. Mostly, she tasted of pure woman.
His hands found their way into her hair. It was an easy matter to pull out the pins. His arousal hardened when the red glory cascaded over her shoulders and caressed his hands. Detecting the tantalizing aroma of female arousal, he groaned, itching to see his bride naked.
“I’m afraid there are lots of buttons,” she murmured into his mouth when his hands wandered to the back of the gown.
“Maybe you should turn round,” he replied, barely holding on to his control when she complied and lifted the burnished tresses off her nape.
Lots of buttons turned out to be at least a million of the infernal fasteners that kept him from his goal. Taking a deep breath, he forced his trembling hands to undo each one in turn. Like most men, he’d always been drawn to women’s breasts, but as the length of Beatrice’s spine was revealed, he had a new appreciation for the perfect beauty of a woman’s back. He bestowed kisses as he went, smugly pleased when she shivered. His demure Beatrice was fast becoming as impatient for the joining as he was.
When he reached her waist, he delved his hands inside the bodice and cupped her breasts, beyond relieved she wasn’t wearing a corset. The gown fell away as she arched her back, mewling when he brushed a thumb over each nipple.
She leaned forward to ease the gown off over her hips. The press of her bottom against his rampant manhood was sweet torture. Impatient to see her naked, he took over pushing the gown and the petticoats off her body. “I remember these,” he exclaimed when only her pantalets remained.
Preoccupied with her unmentionables since the carriage wreck, he abruptly decided this was the perfect moment to fulfill his fantasy.
Delaying his desire to see her completely bare, he scooped her up, carried her to the bed, and knelt between her legs. “Yes,” he growled, upon discovering no fabric between him and the glistening pink folds. Heart beating wildly and cock nigh on ready to burst, he curled his arms around her thighs, lowered his mouth to her most intimate place, and feasted on her juices.
* * *
It occurred to Bea she hadn’t fully understood Roger’s teasing promises. Putting his mouth on her most private part wasn’t just a passing fancy for him. He was clearly under some sort of spell. Nor had she realized the effect his tongue’s attentions would have on her.
There was more to this intimate joining than she’d thought. It was as if Roger’s male instincts were controlling him now, and she liked this dominant side of him.
She tried to analyze the new feelings blossoming deep within her own body, but soon gave up. This rapture was to be savored. She sifted her fingers through his silky hair, idly wondering if sexual congress involved him eventually taking off his clothes too.
The notion to ask him fled when a crescendo of desire began in her womb and flooded every fibre of her being. She closed her eyes as wave after wave of ecstasy carried her into a world of rainbows. She shouted her euphoria when the throbbing void inside her was filled. Her shout of joy quickly turned to a scream when pain arrowed through her.
“I’m sorry, my love,” Roger rasped. “I couldn’t wait. The pain will pass.”
She opened her eyes. Roger lay atop her, his manhood pulsing inside her.
* * *
Roger cursed his lack of finesse. He had planned to gradually introduce his virgin bride to the notion of penetration. Instead, he’d barely had time to undo the falls of his trousers before thrusting inside her, and if he didn’t move soon, he might go mad.
“You’re still dressed,” she murmured, disappointment evident in her green eyes. “I wanted to see you naked.”
His greedy cock insisted he remind her they would be married for many years and eventually …
Gritting his teeth, he knew he had to comport himself more like a gentleman. He slid from her body, felt foolish hopping about on one foot to remove his shoes, and finally managed to tear off his clothes. Breathing hard and ready to burst, he stood naked beside the bed.
When she stared at his rampant cock, he tried to think of calm, reassuring words. He could tell her God had been generous but his size wouldn’t matter. He clamped his mouth shut when it dawned on him that what shimmered in the green depths was hungry desire, not fear.
He groaned when she reached out and touched a finger to his swollen tip. “Are you going to put it back?” she asked coyly.
His heart bursting, he climbed onto the bed, positioned himself at her opening, looked into her eyes and thrust.
“No pain this time,” she whispered, moving her hips provocatively.
“Good,” he replied, matching her rhythm.
It didn’t take long for them to reach their climax together.
Dizzied by euphoric joy, he called out his beloved’s name as his seed erupted from his body and she screamed her fulfillment.