and straddled his middle with her long, slender legs.
“Come on, love, take hold of me.” He guided her hand to his erection. She
blushed but complied, teasing him gracelessly but with gentle eagerness. Her tender touches brought him to the brink of completion in moments. He grasped
her hand to lever himself upright and urged her down hard, so he slid home in
one hard stroke.
Katerina's eyes opened wide at the rough entry. It didn't hurt exactly, but where is the tender lover who eases into me so sweetly night after night?
He pulled back and drove deep again and this time she understood. He's wild
with desire… for me. He wants me so badly he's lost control. She bit her lip to hold in a flattered smile. This sophisticated, worldly man desires me this much.
Me!
She relaxed against the passionate onslaught. The third hard thrust made her
tingle. The fourth made her bite her lip and moan. The fifth sizzled like fire. One
more was all it took, and Katerina screamed as a soul-deep orgasm crashed over
her. It was fortunate she arrived so quickly because Christopher had only one more thrust in him. He slammed to the hilt inside her and exploded with a roar
while she squirmed and clenched around him.
As Christopher's awareness slowly returned, he noticed Katerina's head resting on his chest. He felt a flash of concern. She's still so new at lovemaking, so tight and innocent, and that was no way to take a lady. I hope I didn't hurt her.
He needn't have worried. She levered herself upright, her dark eyes glowing
with satisfaction and amusement.
“Are you all right?” he asked, still not quite certain.
“Yes, darling. It was exquisite.” She touched his face as though to reassure him.
“Really? I didn't hurt you?” he pressed.
“No. Well, I might be feeling this one tomorrow… or next week, but I'm not
hurt. It was lovely.” She giggled.
“What?” he asked, relieved to see her smile and hear her laugh.
“Now I know your secret,” she teased.
If she's joking, she must be fine, he realized, shoulders relaxing . “What secret?”
“Underneath the proper middle-class gentleman lurks a wild man just
awaiting an invitation.” She wrinkled her nose at him.
He kissed the tip. “Love, that's no secret. All men are like that. Gentlemanly
behavior is learned, not innate.”
“I see.”
“I'm surprised you weren't frightened,” he commented idly.
“Not at all. You weren't angry. You were loving me. It's a vast difference.”
“Ah, I see.” He withdrew gently from her body, rolled to the side and
covered them both with the blankets. He pulled her close for a long kiss that rewarded her sweetly for her courage and for her honest, uninhibited sexuality.
Being married is so much better than I expected, he reflected as her slender body relaxed in his arms. She's so brave, so unutterably sweet. How she had escaped her childhood with her tenderness and affection and sense of humor intact baffled him. Day after day, as he tried to help her heal, he was rewarded
with an outpouring of the best of a woman's heart. It's close to love for her already. So close. I'm not sure if she'll recognize it in herself, but I do.
As for Christopher, he had been hovering on the brink for days. Tonight had
tipped the scales. Any woman who could take a rough loving like that and emerge smiling is worth her weight in gold. I love her. I really do. I love my wife.
