Part 8 of Valentine Masque by Lyle Dagnen
*THIS PORTION FOR MATURE PG13/R READERS - CONTAINS SCENES OF INTIMACY*
“A book, what kind of book did you look for?” He went to get her robe because he did not want her to chill. They were not yet under the cover and he wanted to be sure she stayed warm. “A book that instructs proper young ladies on behavior when they are taken to bed by their husbands.” She covered her face with her hands. “It doesn't exist and the information I have been given just doesn't go along with the way I feel.” “What have you been told?” He sat her by the fire; he began to remove her shoes and stockings. She was busy talking so she didn't have time to be embarrassed by his intimate behavior. He sat and removed his stockings, then removed his shirt revealing a well-formed chest. He was beautiful. She was stunned into silence by his appearance. She had seen marble statues, but never a real live breathing male so beautiful and so close to her. He had listened to the load of crap she had been told. Things about how she was supposed to lay still while he pierced her with his sword, that he would hurt her and she would not like it but she just needed to be still and he would go away. “Touch me, Ellie and listen to me.” Her first touch was so light it was like a feather. He pulled her closer. “My touch is not something you must tolerate. As best I can I'll try not to hurt you. I want you to enjoy what we share.” He held her face in his hands. “I love you, wife, you please me greatly. You are beautiful and more than I ever dreamed I could find.” He kissed her until she was breathless. “Let's get rid of the rest of these clothes and I'll show you everything you need to know.” His skin was warm and the light dusting of silky hair on his chest felt good to her fingers. “No clothes?” she seems shocked. “No clothes,” he smiled. “We don't need them.” While she finished and climbed into his bed he extinguished the candles. The fire light lit the room with a dim glow. He made sure the fire screen was secure. He knew she was hiding her face under to cover and the idea tickled him. He pulled the cover back and slid in the bed beside her, pulling her close to him. “Move your feet over here, I know they are cold,” he instructed snuggling her cold toes against his leg.
She had barely glimpsed his naked body before he slipped in between the sheets next to her. She had seen statues but he was more that any statue she had ever dared to gaze upon. She was clutching the cover because she was nervous, not because she was afraid. Ian brushed light kisses over her closed eyes. “Open your eyes,” he whispered. “Look at me.” As she gazed into his eyes she was lost to him. “Remember the night you came to me and I told you that I could show you a way for you to reach the stars?” She nodded. “We'll be able to do that and soon. But first I must hurt you just a bit. For that I am truly sorry but it is just the way of things. Do you understand?” She nodded again. With his kisses, his touches, he coaxed her body to a very needy state. As he moved to take her for the first time the silky feel of her body was almost enough to cause him to lose what little control he managed to maintain. It was when she stiffened and grew still and silent that he knew he had hurt her. No longer was she purring against him. He tried to be as still as he could but she was reacting to him and it made him grow even larger inside her. “Ellie,” he breathlessly whispered and rested his forehead against hers. She moved her hips up to receive him deeper. They moved together and he heard her say his name over and over until they both tumbled over the edge of passion together. He held her long after they were spent; she was curled against him. “Ian,” her voice was soft. “Yes, love,” he waited to hear what she would say. “I want to do that again. Can we?” He laughed softly, “We certainly can.” Loving Ellie was easy. She was nervous and scared, but not of him. She responded to his touch, his movements. She was a willing and apt pupil. He found that the banked fires of passion burned within her and he only had to barely fan the flame to get it to burst into a blaze. “I'd have given anything to avoid hurting you.” He spoke softly at they lay snuggled together. “But it has to happen when the female is a virgin.” She was kissing his chest and driving him crazy. He was trying to hold her still, but she
