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her— she trusted him. His fingers buried themselves in the
hair and tilted her head. His lips brushed hers sending spirals of pleasure
around her overheated limbs.
          'Trust me, darling, let me show you what it is to be loved. There's
nothing to fear, what we're doing is a natural thing for a man and a woman are
meant to be conjoined in this way.'
          Her arms
encircled his neck. She wished to have his lips pressing on hers, for his hands
to continue to work their power, stroking and caressing her shoulders and neck.
His mouth engulfed hers. His tongue demanded entry and her lips parted to let
him in. She was lost in a place she hadn't known existed, her body no longer
her own.
          When he stood,
holding her close, and moved smoothly towards the bed, she made no protest.
Gently he slid her down his chest until her bare feet were on the carpet.
          'I can't make
love to you until you're free of these unnecessary items.'
          She was
mesmerized— could not have moved even if the house had caught fire. The ribbons
at the neck of her garments were untied. He pushed the cotton over her
shoulders and she was naked before him. Every inch of her was burning. Her
breasts tingled and she wanted something from him but was not sure what it was.
          Her legs gave
way and she fell backwards onto the sheets. With one swift movement he tore off
his bed-robe and stood before her as naked as she. Her eyes widened, she had
not expected this. Before she could prevent it her glance dropped to his stomach—
what she saw doused her flames as effectively as a bucket of cold water. Her
fears returned and she rolled away attempting to hide herself in the covers.
          She cringed from
him but he gathered her close and kissed her softly. His hand moved from her
face, down to her breast, caressing and smoothing, and the heat inside her
returned. His lips trailed fire from her neck to her breast. His tongue circled
her nipple sending spirals of pleasure from head to toe. As his mouth turned to
give the same attention to her other breast his fingers traced the outline of
her stomach and slid between her thighs.
          She gasped in
shock as they entered her most private place and began a magical dance that
left her writhing in pleasure. She pressed against his hand wanting more,
something else— she was burning up and only he could quench the fire. He rolled
on top of her and gently nudged her legs apart then she forgot her fears as his
mouth covered hers.
          As he plunged
his tongue inside he raised his hips and drove
forward. Somehow her body
    accommodated him. There was a sharp pain and she
stiffened. He paused and when she relaxed he continued his thrusting. An
exquisite pressure, that was almost pain, centred on
the place they were conjoined. With each surge she rose to meet him. She found
release as waves of ecstasy engulfed her. She cried out his name— seconds later
he groaned and expelled his seed inside her.
          Still intimately
linked he crushed her close and rolled sideways taking her with him. She
    couldn't speak, could scarcely breathe. How
could she have been afraid of something so
    amazing ?
    'My darling, I hope I didn't hurt
you. It is always so the first time.'
    'The small pain was worth it, my
love. I had never imagined anything so wonderful could take place between us. I
can't understand why Mama and Aunt Laura didn't tell me how it would be.'
    He laughed and smoothed back her
hair. 'They did not tell you, sweetheart, because not
    everyone experiences what you did.'
    Surprised and intrigued by his answer
she tried to wriggle away from him in order to
    converse in a more seemly way. His arm
around her hips prevented her. 'Surely the process is the same for everyone?'
His answer was to kiss her. She responded willingly and forgot all about her
question.
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    When Isobel woke she was alone, the trays had
vanished and she might