Page 33 of Lovers' Dance

“How do you feel?” he queried, running a finger down my nose.

I thought about it for a second. “Um, not like a virgin anymore.”

Matt chuckled, raising us up into a sitting position. He slipped out of me. The remnants of his climax slowly trickling out my body.

“I’ll go start the bath.” He kissed me, jumped off the bed and walked into the ensuite. Soon after the sound of running water came through the open door. I looked at the bed and almost passed out from embarrassment. There it was, that splotch of blood, the evidence of my virginal state now gone. The cherry had been popped. The maiden deflowered. The…oh, shit, the cum seeping out of me was pooling on the bed. I jumped off the mattress, wincing a bit, then began pulling at the damp sheets.

“What are you doing?”

A tiny shriek left my mouth as I spun around like a thief caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “The sheets are wet.”

“Let me help.” He sauntered over, at ease with his nudity.

“It’s okay.” I declined his offer of assistance, trying to bundle the sheets up as fast as possible. “I’m almost done.”

The stupid pillows were hampering me, and it seemed the edge of the sheet was caught on the far end of the bed. It was a huge bed.

Matt ran a hand over my butt as he passed. “I’ll get the other end.”

“No.” My voice was sharper than I had intended, and he flashed me a frown. “Really, Matt, it’s okay.”

“What’s wrong, poppet?”

I sighed and let the sheets fall from my hands. “That. That’s what’s wrong.”

Matt glanced to where I pointed, the tiniest of smiles quivered over his lips.

“There’s nothing wrong with that. It was expected,” he consoled when seeing the embarrassment on my face. “In fact, there is reference in the Bible and other religious cultures to grooms checking the marital sheets to ensure their new brides had been pure—”

“Deuteronomy,” I mumbled. Aunt Cleo was real big on knowing the Good Word.

Matt raised his eyebrows in surprise as I began gathering up the sheets. “Unjust double standards if you ask me. Move your ass, baby, lemme check no other man has been dipping in my pool even though I was boinking the lady two villages over and no one knows. What? No blood? Oh, we’re gonna stone you. Never mind it wasn’t the best indicator of a woman’s purity.”

Matt was grinning at me. He came back over and tugged the sheets from my hands. “You are the cutest little thing, and I’m going to save these sheets. Maybe hang them above the bed, perhaps with a golden frame—”

“Shut up. You wouldn’t dare.”

“—have a dinner party and use it as a tablecloth,”

“Matt.”

He laughed and gathered up the sheets, tossing them aside in the corner. “The maid will sort it when she comes on Monday.”

“Um, can’t you put them in the wash now?” The thought of someone seeing these sheets was embarrassing. Matt looked shocked at the suggestion. So shocked I had to say, “You don’t know how to work a washing machine, do you?”

“I am perfectly capable of figuring out the workings of a washing machine, young lady.” He slipped a hand around my waist. “And, frankly, quite insulted over your inference I can’t.”

My hands traced a pattern over his chest. “You don’t know how, I can tell. You’ve probably never used a dishwasher, either.”

Matt gripped me tighter. “Let’s go soak in the tub.” He led me into the ensuite and we kissed like horny teenagers while waiting for the bathtub to fill.

“Mmm.” I sighed in relief when we finally immersed ourselves in the warm water. “This is nice.”

“Yes, it is,” he murmured. Matt’s hands were stroking me under the bubbles, smoothing over my skin lightly in some parts before his touch became insistent and a hardness started growing behind me. “I want you again, poppet.”

“I can tell.” I felt boneless. My body relaxed against his as the water rippled with our movements.

“Are you very sore?” he asked, making no effort to hide the concern in his voice.

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