Page 36 of Hidden Desire
“I don’t like being in the big bed without you.”
His brows snapped together. “Why?”
“Because it makes me feel lonelier than I…”
She stopped abruptly, but he caught what she was insinuating. “You’re lonely?”
She didn’t answer, but he could tell she regretted bringing it up.
Grace shrugged.
“At least you have Hannah and Taylor here,” he said.
She nodded, but he wasn’t convinced she felt that way.
He rolled until she lay on her back, and he leaned over her. “I’m sorry I haven’t been here, Sweetheart. Work is crazy right now.”
She nodded again. “It’s okay.”
He studied her expression and hated to see her hide behind a wall she’d built. The same wall he’d had to overcome when she first came there.
“I don’t ever want you to feel sad.”
He clenched his jaw when he caught sight of the single tear running down her face. “Oh, Love.” He bent and kissed her.He had wanted to comfort her, but when her arms came around his neck and her mouth opened, he deepened the contact.
He braced his weight on his elbows as the kiss went on and on. His body tightened with a surge of passion so strong it shook him. The exhaustion he’d felt just a short time ago vanished, and the need to make her his filled his mind and lit a fire in his body. His hand slid down her body, grabbed her nightgown, and pulled it up over her head.
Grace gasped and covered her chest with her arms.
“No, Sweetheart. Don’t you dare hide from me. I want you to relax and see how good I can make you feel.”
Robert lowered his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. It was a soft suction at first, but then her cries grew, and her body thrashed around, which he controlled and kept her still.
He went back and forth between her breasts for several minutes. During that time, he let his hand skin over her stomach and lower to her upper thighs, letting her get used to his touch.
He moved down between her thighs. He didn’t think she knew when he tore the panties off her hips. The rules he’d have for her in the bedroom could come later.
“Robert!” she yelled when one of his fingers slid between her cunt lips and pressed on the bundle of nerves. He knew that would drive her crazy.
Grace’s hands tried to pull him away from her pussy, but he would not be denied. She was his wife, and he was going to make sure they consummated their marriage.
A groan tore from his throat when he pushed the first finger into her. The tightness was unbelievable, but it also made him worry that she’d have trouble taking him. He held her steady, studying her expression and giving her sweet kisses as he encouraged her.
He added another finger and then a third, wanting tostretch her out and help ease her discomfort when he thrust into her the first time.
When he knew she was ready, he lifted himself over her and between her thighs, using his hips to widen them enough to make room for him.
Instead of taking time, he started to steadily push into her until he felt her hymen block him. He reached in between them and started to torment her clit, taking her mind off the pain he unfortunately had to cause her. When she started lifting her hips and crying out, he thrust through the membrane and came to a stop to calm her.
Grace cried out.
“Shhh, Sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” he said. “It’s over. You’ll never feel pain again.”
It took another minute before her tears stopped, and she relaxed under him.
“Tell me if you feel any pain,” he told her.
His thrusts started slow and easy and seemed to last forever until she was begging him for something she didn’t understand. His moves became harder and deeper, and still she cried for more.