throbbed. He worked her through the peak tenderly; thankful he had been able to

get her to orgasm under such desperate circumstances. “Very good, love. You're

doing wonderfully. What an excellent wife you are already.”

“Oh, that was lovely.” She sighed, her body relaxing.

“Now do you understand why people want to do this?”

“Yes.” Her cheeks glowed but with satisfaction rather than embarrassment

this time.

He let her lean against him for a long moment, basking in the glow. He rested

his arm on her hip and toyed with the ends of her hair. I'm so glad you let yourself enjoy this, love. I hope the rest won't be too upsetting.

At last, she sighed. When she met his eyes, he could see reality had returned.

“That wasn't it, was it? You didn't do… what you told me about.”

“You're right,” he agreed. “But now you're more ready. All right. Now, how

do we do the rest? Normally I would have you on your back, but that won't work. On the side is too difficult, and I don't want you standing. Hmmm. How

shall I take you?”

Suddenly inspired, Christopher piled up a mound of pillows.

“Here, roll over and lean on this.”

She obeyed.

“That should take some pressure off your back. All right, I'm coming behind

you.” Damned strange way to take a virgin, he thought, surveying her whole damaged back, bottom and thighs while he positioned himself. Poor darling.

The terrible sight dampened his desire considerably, but it also reminded him

why this was necessary.

At least he was able also to look at her intimate folds. What a pretty flower

she has, innocent and untried, but drenched from her first orgasm. He spread the lips again, this time finding her virgin portal and aligning his sex with it. He pressed the tip into her, and she gasped.

“Katerina, I know you have some experience tending injuries,” he said, or rather moaned as her luscious tight heat engulfed the tip of his penis.

“Yes, why?” Her voice turned thin with nerves.

He reached her maidenhead and nudged against it. It held fast. “When a

bandage is stuck to a wound, is it better to rip it off, or peel it slowly?”

She hissed and then replied in a wavering voice, “Well, if it's a bad injury, you have to soak it, or you open the wound again and have to start over.”

Damn it, come on. “What about if it's small?”

“Rip it. Get the pain over with quickly.”

“All right then.”

He braced one hand on her uninjured hip and penetrated her with a hard

thrust, shoving past her hymen and filling her to the limit.

She squeaked in protest.

“I know that hurt, love. I'm sorry.” He stroked her hip. “That was the

blockage I told you about.”

“Are we consummated now?” she asked breathlessly.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

And she's probably ready to be finished. I should withdraw, let her recover,

he thought as her sex clenched and fluttered in protest of his girth. He groaned.

Forgive me, love. I need you. “Are you able to take a few more moments?”

“Of what?” she asked, and then sucked in a breath as he slowly withdrew.

“Remember how good it felt when your pleasure peaked?” he asked, easing

back in. His breath hissed between his teeth as her clinging passage caressed his

erection inch by glorious, tortuous inch.

“Yes.”

“I want one too.” He eased back.

“What do I do?” she asked. Then she whimpered as he pushed in again.

“Just stay still. I'll take care of it.”