WARNING: This has sex in it. Please don't read it unless you're over 18. Thanx.
Erron trembled as she sat on the edge of the bed in Jarek’s sleeping room—their room. She shouldn’t be scared. And she wasn’t…exactly. Jarek would never hurt her. She wanted this. She wanted him. They were married now. So what was the problem?
The day had been whirlwind. First they were married, then they celebrated with neighbors, Anais throwing together a feast complete with music, dancing and congratulations from people she didn’t know. Worries of her father had actually been pushed to the back of her mind. She’d enjoyed herself, though her face would be permanently red from all the attention.
As evening settled over them, the other newlyweds crossed the road to Anais’s home and weaving shop, leaving Erron and Jarek in the living area of the tanning shop. Alone with her new husband.
Erron’s heart galloped and she forced a breath. She was dressed for sleeping, in one of the two chemises she’d brought from home. It wasn’t fancy or sheer—definitely nothing to impress a new lover. Would Jarek mind?
“Love?” His voice was soft. Unintimidating, nonthreatening. Gentle. Like always.
He stood in the doorway, so handsome in his wedding attire. Her stomach flipped and she offered a half-smile. How could she love him so much after such a short time?
Jarek came to the bedside and squatted in front of her. Taking both of her hands in his, he kissed her knuckles. “Nothing has to happen tonight that you don’t want.”
“But…we married today.”
He slid onto the bed beside her. Jarek cupped her face and stroked her cheeks with both thumbs. “And we’ll be married tomorrow. And the next day…and next sevenday and the one after that, next turn…and the one after that. I need you forever.”
She smiled and heat rushed her cheeks—again. He pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss.
“I love you,” Erron whispered.
“I would hope so, or today was a huge waste of time.” Jarek grinned and pulled her into his arms.
“Are…you ready for bed?” she asked, the sound muffled against his soft leather doublet.
Her new husband pulled back, still smiling. “I can be ready when you are. For anything you are.”
“What if…I wanted to try…and…”
His dark eyes bored into hers as Jarek cupped her face again. “I want to make love to you,” he whispered. “But if you can’t, I understand. If you want to try, I’m willing. Believe me, I’m willing. I’ll stop any time you tell me to.”
She shivered but not from the temperature in the room. Erron pressed her lips to his in answer. Jarek groaned and deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue against hers. She pressed closer, hands flat on his chest. Warmth spread across her body, settling low in her belly, and she wanted more. Erron wanted to touch his bare skin, feel it against hers. She tugged at the ties beneath her fingertips.
Pulling away gently, Jarek gripped her wrists, panting. “What do you want, love?”
He smiled and made quick work of the doublet, shrugging out of it and then yanking the ivory tunic off. Jarek stood, peeled his belt open and started untying his breeches.
Erron stared. She couldn’t help it. His body was lean, pectoral and abdominal muscles defined. And he was all hers. She wanted to reach for him, but her hands remained on her lap.
Jarek paused before shoving his breeches off his slim hips. “Are you all right?”
“Yes,” she whispered, flashing a smile. “I…want…to touch you.”
“Good. I want to touch you, too.” He pushed the fine leather down, as well as his short pants and stepped out of them.
Erection jutting to freedom, Erron continued to study his body. She wanted to…touch him…there. Explore him, feel him against her, and then have him inside her. She wasn’t afraid. She felt only…desire. She gasped.
Smiling, her heart tripped over itself. “I’m fine. I…really am. Come to me, Jarek?”
His motions were slow, as if he didn’t want to spook her, and he trembled when she dragged her hand down his chest, but soon her husband sat next to her on their bed. Jarek kissed her, melting her into the heat of his bare chest as he pulled her to him. Erron kissed him back, scooting as close as she could get, arms around him, hands exploring his smooth warm skin.
“You’re killing me,” he whispered, parting his mouth from hers and meeting her eyes. “Can I see you? Are you ready to undress?”
Erron nodded, allowing Jarek to undo the buttons at her neck. Lifting her arms, he pulled the gown over her head. She looked away as she was bared to him. She’d been naked too many times to count with a man who should have never seen her. Trembling, she banished the thoughts. Her father would not ruin this for her. Her first time with her husband would be special.
Warm hands cupped her shoulders as he took an audible breath. “Blessed Spirit, you’re gorgeous. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
She met his gaze, eyes blurry and swallowing hard. Her voice was gone.
“I love you,” Jarek said, pulling her against him.
Erron closed her eyes as her breasts flattened into his chest. The heat of his body made her burn for his hands on her, but how far was she ready to go?
He kissed her again, cupping her breasts with both hands. With Jarek’s thumbs teasing her nipples, a moan slipped from her lips and heat shot downward, making the place between her legs throb. Erron wanted…ached…in a way she’d never experienced. She needed him on top of her…inside her.
Instead of fear at being trapped beneath his body, she was rushed with desire for his weight on her, the warmth of him, his touch…everywhere.
Jarek pushed her back, scooting them up the bed as he settled over her. The shock of the cool bed linens was a pleasant contradiction to the heat of his skin as she lay prone, her husband following her and settling into the cradle of her body. He spread wet kisses down her neck, teased her nipples with his fingers and tongue until Erron writhed beneath him.
She jumped when Jarek pressed his hand between her legs, dragging his fingers across her core, parting her pale curls. He groaned and Erron wiggled. Where he’d touched was pulsating, demanding more.
“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered.
“No,” Erron breathed.
“What do you want, love?”
“You inside me.”
Jarek froze, his dark eyes wide and tender. “We don’t have to do that tonight.”
“I…” she pushed herself up on her elbows, staring into his eyes. “I…want you.” Heat rushed her whole body. She’d actually said it out loud.
Her husband parted her thighs with a knee and came back to her, kissing her languorously, dragging his hands over her body. Erron melted into him, lifting her hips and pushing against him. Jarek was in no hurry, but she ached for him.
“I’ll go slow,” he breathed against her mouth.
She didn’t answer, but watched as Jarek guided himself to her with a hand and slowly pushed inside. Erron sucked in a breath, expecting the normal pain, but a shiver travelled down her spine as the opposite assaulted her. She moaned and wiggled.
Jarek stilled above her, his dark eyes intense. “Are you all right?”
“Yes.” She nodded, her vision blurring again. “I’m…perfect.”
“Are you crying? Am I hurting you?” Jarek didn’t wait for an answer, he started to pull away from her. Erron shot her arms and legs around him, holding him hard and fast.
“No pain. Please stay with me. I feel good. I just…didn’t know it could be like this.”
Flashing a smile, Jarek kissed her. “This is the just the beginning, wife.”
“Show me, husband.”
Jarek propelled forward, Erron moaning his name. She stayed wrapped around him, moving with him as he thrust. His kisses were endless, his tongue moving in rhythm with his hips.
Pleasure and pressure built until she screamed his name, arching against him. Her whole body tightened, her inner muscles contracting as pleasure washed over her in waves. Jarek groaned her name, taking her mouth hard as he, too stiffened. His release shot into her.
Erron was boneless as he collapsed on top of her, but she held him close, her heart pounding against his. She’d never felt so good in her life. “I love you,” she breathed.
Jarek lifted his head and met her eyes. “I love you, too.” His chest heaved and she leaned up to kiss him.
“Thank you for taking care of me.”
He slipped from her body and rolled to his back, taking her with him, pressing a kiss into her forehead. “It’s my job to take care of you. I’m your husband.”
She snuggled close. “I could get used to that.”
Erron grinned and kissed him again.
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