his shoulders and they fell to the floor in a messy heap. A frown marred her brow. “When was the first?”
“You were seven, I think, and tangled in a tree. Your hair has grown since then.”
A small laugh left her lips. “All of me has grown since then.”
“I noticed.” He kissed the tip of her nose, rather humbled that he would be her first and last lover. He would make sure she never regretted her choice. “You take my breath away with your beauty.”
Abigail rose on her toes and caught his mouth with hers. David cupped her head, secured his fingers in her hair and surrendered to his fate—Abigail.
She caught his shirt and pulled the material free of his trousers. Her hands slid over his skin and he sucked in a shocked gasp. His body strained for more.
David fumbled for the fastenings of her gown but their location defeated him. “I’m all thumbs,” he said in apology.
A smile flittered across Abigail’s face as she stepped back. “Here. It opens this way.”
She pulled a cord at the neck and thanks to the little sleeves, the gown loosened enough to slide to her hips without a struggle. She wriggled a bit and the fabric fell to her feet. David’s pulse raced. She stood in just her chemise, her small breasts peaked and visible through the thin garment.
He caught her hand in his and raised it to his lips. “I am unworthy of such a gift, but I would be an utter fool not to accept.”
He kissed the back of her hand, and then her palm. Slowly, he drew his lips up the length of her arm until she was once more standing in his embrace. Her breasts brushed his chest with each unsteady breath she took.
“Do people make love standing up? If so, I’m not sure my limbs will hold me.”
David swept her into his arms again and carried her to his bed. He lowered her gently to the mattress and stood back. So lovely. He kicked off his footwear before he followed. “Not always. You need never do anything you don’t want. This can be enough.”
“It’s not enough,” she whispered unsteadily. “It couldn’t possibly be.”
She brought herself against him, rubbing like a cat and kissing him until he lost all reason. Her chemise disappeared quickly, as did his shirt and breeches. When they were both naked and panting, David drew her under him and kissed her nose. “I never imagined this when I came home, but I doubt I will ever forget this summer.”
He smoothed a hand down her side and along her thigh before hooking her leg around his thigh. Abigail shifted, opening herself to him and tightened her hold. “No more talk.”
She rose to kiss him again and teased him with her tongue. He groaned and shifted his hips until he brushed her curls with his erection. He drew back. “I’m told this, making love the first time, may not be pleasant for you.”
She cupped his face. “Nothing you could do would ever disappoint me.”
David pushed against her, discovering her body was closed to him. He rocked his hips, prepared to take things as slow as she needed to avoid injuring her more than necessary. Wet warmth claimed him as he inched further inside. He slowed his advance and kissed her lips. Abigail panted but her expression showed no pain.
He smoothed the hair from her cheek, and then lifted his weight from her body. The movement drove him deeper and a quick flicker of pain crossed her face. He stopped until she relaxed. Then moved again, claiming her as gently as he could.
When he reached her limit, he fell to one arm and kissed her mouth. “Are you all right, my love?”
Her breath came in little pants, drawing his attention to her untouched breasts. “Is there more?”
He slowly covered the perfect mound and stroked his thumb over the hard peak until she gasped. There were any number of sensual pleasures a devoted and thorough man could share with his wife. David would delight in each and every moment. “So much more, I promise you.”
He drew back and thrust in, watching Abigail for signs of
“You were seven, I think, and tangled in a tree. Your hair has grown since then.”
A small laugh left her lips. “All of me has grown since then.”
“I noticed.” He kissed the tip of her nose, rather humbled that he would be her first and last lover. He would make sure she never regretted her choice. “You take my breath away with your beauty.”
Abigail rose on her toes and caught his mouth with hers. David cupped her head, secured his fingers in her hair and surrendered to his fate—Abigail.
She caught his shirt and pulled the material free of his trousers. Her hands slid over his skin and he sucked in a shocked gasp. His body strained for more.
David fumbled for the fastenings of her gown but their location defeated him. “I’m all thumbs,” he said in apology.
A smile flittered across Abigail’s face as she stepped back. “Here. It opens this way.”
She pulled a cord at the neck and thanks to the little sleeves, the gown loosened enough to slide to her hips without a struggle. She wriggled a bit and the fabric fell to her feet. David’s pulse raced. She stood in just her chemise, her small breasts peaked and visible through the thin garment.
He caught her hand in his and raised it to his lips. “I am unworthy of such a gift, but I would be an utter fool not to accept.”
He kissed the back of her hand, and then her palm. Slowly, he drew his lips up the length of her arm until she was once more standing in his embrace. Her breasts brushed his chest with each unsteady breath she took.
“Do people make love standing up? If so, I’m not sure my limbs will hold me.”
David swept her into his arms again and carried her to his bed. He lowered her gently to the mattress and stood back. So lovely. He kicked off his footwear before he followed. “Not always. You need never do anything you don’t want. This can be enough.”
“It’s not enough,” she whispered unsteadily. “It couldn’t possibly be.”
She brought herself against him, rubbing like a cat and kissing him until he lost all reason. Her chemise disappeared quickly, as did his shirt and breeches. When they were both naked and panting, David drew her under him and kissed her nose. “I never imagined this when I came home, but I doubt I will ever forget this summer.”
He smoothed a hand down her side and along her thigh before hooking her leg around his thigh. Abigail shifted, opening herself to him and tightened her hold. “No more talk.”
She rose to kiss him again and teased him with her tongue. He groaned and shifted his hips until he brushed her curls with his erection. He drew back. “I’m told this, making love the first time, may not be pleasant for you.”
She cupped his face. “Nothing you could do would ever disappoint me.”
David pushed against her, discovering her body was closed to him. He rocked his hips, prepared to take things as slow as she needed to avoid injuring her more than necessary. Wet warmth claimed him as he inched further inside. He slowed his advance and kissed her lips. Abigail panted but her expression showed no pain.
He smoothed the hair from her cheek, and then lifted his weight from her body. The movement drove him deeper and a quick flicker of pain crossed her face. He stopped until she relaxed. Then moved again, claiming her as gently as he could.
When he reached her limit, he fell to one arm and kissed her mouth. “Are you all right, my love?”
Her breath came in little pants, drawing his attention to her untouched breasts. “Is there more?”
He slowly covered the perfect mound and stroked his thumb over the hard peak until she gasped. There were any number of sensual pleasures a devoted and thorough man could share with his wife. David would delight in each and every moment. “So much more, I promise you.”
He drew back and thrust in, watching Abigail for signs of
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