Brazos Bride

BRAZOS BRIDE Chapter Twenty Five

Brazos Bride
Chapter Twenty-five

 Careful, don’t let her know how important this is.
Micah closed the door softly and guided her toward the bed.
She clung to his arm. When she gazed at him, her wide sherry brown eyes revealed the remains of her shock. She shivered.
“Who would wish to kill me? I’ve asked myself over and over, but there is no answer. My aunt and Tio were not here. Everyone in the hacienda was downstairs with us.”
He brushed her hair from her face. “Don’t worry about the problem tonight. You’ll be safe in here with me.” He prayed he didn’t lie and lifted her onto the bed. “I’ll turn my back and check the windows and doors while you climb between the cover.”
Ears attuned to the slightest movement, he strode toward the balcony doors. Locked. He moved on to the dressing room and hall exits. Key in hand, he waited for her signal.
Rustling silk from her robe preceded movement on the mattress.
“You can turn around now.”
She lay with the sheet pulled across her full breasts and under her arms. Fighting down the cotton lining his mouth, he swallowed hard. He plopped onto a chair and removed his boots. Now what? He usually slept in his drawers, but what should he do tonight?
“Now I will close my eyes so you can prepare for bed.”   
He exhaled a pent up whoosh of breath. “Won’t take me long.” Working his shirt and fly buttons in record time, he shucked out of his clothes. He turned out the lamps and crawled in beside her.
Their bodies touched and each of them jumped.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
“Micah? Remember how you put your arm around me in the hotel room?”
As if he could forget that night. “Yep.”
“C-Could we try that again?”
He spooned himself to her and slid his arm over her waist. “Like this?” Flowers, her hair smelled like spring flowers.
“Yes. Being close like this is very reassuring. Now I feel safe.”
She wouldn’t if she knew the thoughts running around his brain. “Reckon this is one of the benefits of being married. Each partner can reassure the other.”
“I do not believe that is how marriage works for many people. Even if your parents enjoyed being together, I am sure most couples do not.”
“That’s a sad opinion and I believe you’re wrong, Most couples are happy with one another. Sorry your parents weren’t happy. Even though I don’t like your Tio, your aunt appears fond of him and he of her.”
“Perhaps. Fond is not love.”
“Love grows from fondness sometimes. And who can say what each of them feels inside? Have you asked your aunt?”
She gasped. “Certainly not. I could never speak so plainly to her. She would be offended. In our family we do not talk of private things.”
“Never? Do you tell your aunt and Tio and cousin you love them?”
“N-No, not in those words. I thanked them for caring for me. They know I am fond of them.”
“Humph. You just told me ‘fond is not love.’ How will they know if you don’t tell them?”
“The same way I know they care for me because they came here to look after me when Papa died.”
“If I tell you I’m fond of you, would that make your heart sing?”
She turned to face him. “Are you fond of me?”
“More than you know.” He leaned toward her and brushed his lips across hers. Heaven.
“That’s the second time you’ve kissed me.” Her sweet breath fanned his face.
“And did you like being kissed?” Stupid of him to ask. What would he do if she said no?
She touched a finger to her lips. “Yes. Kissing is different than I imagined before we wed. Your hands are strong and callused, but your lips are soft.”
“Let’s try again.” He slanted his lips across hers and gently tugged her close. His hand palmed her breast.
She moaned and clung to him.
Delving his tongue into her mouth, she soon matched his thrusts. Fire poured through his veins and any moment he’d ignite like a bonfire. He tugged free the buttons of her nightgown.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting this out of my way.”
When her hands stayed his, he asked,  “Can’t you trust me? Let me love you.”
Slowly, she released his hands. “Yes, this is what I want also.”
 He slid the gown from her body. “Did your mother tell you what to expect from your husband?”
 “Only that coming together was unpleasant, but a woman’s duty. But Theresa said she enjoyed being with John. I find that confusing.”
 “No wonder. Theresa was right. When a man and woman make love, both enjoy the experience.”
 “I do not know how that can be. I am certain we would not fit.” 
 “Hope, please trust me. You know by now that I will never hurt you.” He pulled her to him and kissed her. His mouth guided hers. Teasing, coaxing, his mouth sucked her bottom lip, nipped at it. Her arms slid around his neck and she pressed along his length. He ran his tongue across her lips and broke the kiss.
 "Open your lips for me.”
 She obeyed and he renewed his seduction of her mouth. His tongue thrust between her teeth, tasting and probing. A quick learner, she soon followed his lead.
 Low moans came from his throat or hers. He no longer cared who made the sounds, only that they increased his desire. His hands sought her hips and pulled her into his arousal. Rocking against her pelvis, he rubbed himself against her.
 His lips moved to her cheek then trailed to her neck. Her skin was soft as a rabbit fur. He whispered, "Can you feel what you do to me?"
 "Yes.” She nodded slightly and held him close.
 "Do you want me to stop?” 
 She shook her head. "No. I like the kissing. It is not as I imagined."
 "How?"
 "Kissing on the lips is not like kissing someone’s cheek. Does it make your toes tingle and your stomach warm and...funny?"
 He almost lost any reserve he had right then. “Promise you won’t kiss anyone else on the lips.” Trying to reign in his lust, he took a deep breath pulled her to him. "There's more. Please don’t be afraid.” 
 "Micah, I am not afraid of you.” She burrowed against his chest. "I believed I would never want to be with any man, but now I want very much to be with you.”
 He took her soft face in his hands. "Ride with me.”
 She closed her eyes. As she sought his lips, she thrust her pelvis against his arousal.  
 He almost exploded with the need to be inside her. He pushed her gown from her shoulders. His lips trailed along her neck to her shoulders. When his mouth found her peaked nipple, she gasped. Her skin tasted as sweet as honey.
 Her fingers raked through his hair as she held him to her breast. When he moved to the other orb and held the first in his hand, a moan escaped her lips and her breath came in quickening rasps. She arched back as if to give him better access to her breasts.
 He leaned on his elbow to let his eyes feast on her body. She touched his manhood. With a gasp, she drew back. He rolled against her and nuzzled her neck.
 "Don't worry. Everything will fit together very well."
 "How?”
 He kissed her, and she opened her mouth with no urging. Her hands slid up his chest to caress his shoulders. The need surging through his body drove him to hurry. His hand slid between them to touch the nub of her femininity, as his mouth possessed her breast. She moaned with pleasure and thrashed against the pillow. He slid his finger into her and discovered wet heat.
 Although he planned to take more time, give her more pleasure, he could wait no longer to possess this unexpected treasure. He parted her legs with his own and slid a little ways into her. She sheathed him with moist velvet. He took her mouth with his as he began the first strokes, pumping against her. The resistance of her maidenhead broke and he paused for her pain to subside.
 She thrust herself at him, her neck exposed, her eyes squeezed shut. He pushed into her again and again, driving himself to an ecstasy he could not have dreamed. She cried out as he burst with fulfillment. Even in his dreams, he had not imagined this degree of pleasure. 
 Rolling off her, he cradled her head to his chest. He stilled the trembling of his hands and stroked her body, reveling in the smooth silk of her skin.
 She pushed her hair from her eyes and sighed.
 Sorry for any pain, her consoled her. "I know it hurt this time, but it gets better. I promise.” Would it? To his mind nothing could be better than the moment he had just experienced.
 In echo, she asked, "Better? That's hard to believe.” She moved to her back and folded her hands across her stomach.
 He smiled to himself and drew a finger down her chest, between the valleys of her breasts. "You are perfect.”
 Hope knew he lied. “You do not have to spare my feelings. I know my hair no longer shines and my bones stick out like an old chair.”
 “Aw, Hope, if that’s how you see yourself, then you need a new mirror. Look through my eyes and you’ll see the most beautiful woman in the world.” He kissed her chin. “Did...did our coming together hurt you?”
 “S-Some. Less than I expected.”
 “And was there pleasure for you?” His eyes held concern and doubt.
 She wondered how many women he had lain with before her. But no matter, that was the way of men. For now, he was hers.
 She smiled at him. “Far greater than I would have believed.”
 When his arousal grew against her thigh, she gasped. At once heat spread from her stomach to the moist juncture of her thighs. Had she become a slave to his touch?
 Micah moved from one breast to the other. She slid her arms across his shoulders and massaged his back, urging him onward. 
 She thought she would explode. The need overwhelmed her. The power of her desire astonished her. She clawed at his back to urge him to her.
 When their coupling was once again complete, she sighed. “Micah?”
 He nuzzled her neck. “Umm.”
 “Remember when you were undressing and I closed my eyes?”
 “Umm.”
 “I peeked.”