Page 68 of Foolish Bride
He pressed against her opening and she stiffened. Arms at her side, eyes closed, mouth clenched, she waited for his intrusion. She had seen farm animals copulate, and the female never seemed pleased with the process.
“Elinor.”
“Yes.”
“Open your eyes, please.”
When she did, Michael’s beautiful face strained above hers.
He held still. “I would like it if you would try to relax. I will not hurt you more than is necessary, and it will only be this first time. After that, it will never hurt again.”
“Really?”
“I promise. Will you trust me?”
She wanted to trust him. It had been ages since she had. She nodded.
“Then relax and put your hands on me.”
“Where?” she asked.
A joy filled smile spread across his face and lit his eyes. “Anywhere. My shoulders would be sufficient.”
She did as he asked, looking into his striking blue eyes, and knew he wouldn’t hurt her. She relaxed and parted her legs for him.
The tip of him stretched her, but the sensation wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, once again her center tightened. She lifted her hips, pulling him in deeper. Pleasure surged through her.
“My love, I am sorry.” He plunged the full length into her.
Burning pain flashed through her.
Michael froze in place.
The pain subsided, leaving in its place an ache of a different kind. Her body stretched to accommodate his size. She lifted her hips to him tentatively, and when he didn’t move, she did it again.
This time he met her thrust. The base of his shaft rubbed her in such a way the pleasure built again.
Michael’s breathing quickened, but he controlled his urgency and moved his body in and out of hers with languid strokes.
She lifted her hips to meet him, crying out with each thrust.
“My god, Elinor, you are magnificent. More wonderful than I could have even dreamed.”
She tried to respond, but her words were stifled by the building pressure that was seconds from exploding. “I…I…Michael…”
Gripping his shoulders until her nails bit into his flesh, the orgasm engulfed her.
He crushed his lips to hers as her release came in a wash of feeling and emotion. Tears streamed down her face at the beauty of everything they did together.
Michael arched his back, groaning. His face a mask of pleasure, he collapsed on top of her.
Both in a mist of perspiration, he wrapped his arms around her.
Her body ached wonderfully. Sophia had told her that the marital act was nothing to be afraid of, but she hadn’t expected such rapture.
He kept still.
Had his headache returned? “Michael? Are you all right?”
