He let go of her shoulders now that she was not struggling to get away from him and raked his fingers through his hair. “But, it isn’t anything permanent and I will not be the one w takes your virginity.”
“Shouldn’t I be the one to decide that?”
“No, not now. I can’t imagine you not marrying, in truth, one day and I would not take what a husband has a right to.”
She slumped in her seat. “So, despite what I want and what you want, you won’t let anything intimate happen.”
A smile pulled at his lips. “On the contrary, Katrina. There are many things we can do to satisfy the need for each other without sacrificing your virginity.”
Her brows knit together in confusion.
“Have you not read the books?” Surely she wasn’t carrying them around without gaining some knowledge. He knew for a fact she browsed at least one. She had been reading it on their wedding night.
“Well, yes. But I just assumed joining is what completed the pleasure and everything else led up to it.”
He chuckled. “There is much pleasure to be had without joining .”
She opened her mouth to speak or probably ask a question but he didn’t give her a chance to talk and placed his lips against hers. The time for discussion was over. If she had so many questions it was best to demonstrate instead of explain.
Chapter 7
He did want her? But what did he mean that there was as much enjoyment to be had without joining? How was that possible? Maybe she should have read more of the books. But, that really didn’t matter now. His lips were on hers and this was just the beginning.
Katrina gave into the sensation and kissed him back. Molding her lips to his, tilting her head for better access. His tongue swept into her mouth. She never dreamed he would do something like that, or that kissing involved tongues, not that she was objecting. She tentatively touched hers to his and Timothy’s arms came around her back and pulled her close. Given he apparently liked it when she did this she continued and was soon lost in a sensation of mouths melding.
Her body grew warm and her breasts tingled with the contact of his chest. It was impossible to get physically closer without removing their clothing. But, it was still daylight.
His hands traveled down her back, caressing, molding her hips, and back up. One hand caressed up and down her side, his mouth never leaving hers. Katrina raised her arms to his shoulders, pulling him closer yet as her fingers threaded through the hair at the back of his head. His hands and lips had a dizzying effect and she was certain she was falling. It wasn’t until her back connected with the bench cushion did she realize he had laid her down. He adjusted her legs and brought them over his lap before he moved his lips from hers and trailed kisses down her neck. His hand skimmed up her ribcage until it caressed her breast. Katrina arched her neck and moaned. Her breasts strained to be released from the dress, swollen and heavy. He ran his thumb over her nipple and it tightened. Jolts of pleasure shot to her groin. Oh, this was so much better than when she touched herself.
His hand left her breast and she almost objected until she felt the fingers behind her back and her gown loosened. He pushed one shoulder down until she was only covered by her chemise. Timothy sat up slightly and lifted the breast in his hand as if weighing it. Again he brushed his thumb across this hardened nipple before be placed his lips upon it and gently sucked it into his mouth, wetting the material of her chemise.
Katrina squirmed, wanting to be out of her dress so the rest of her body could enjoy these delights as well, but he remained focused on that one breast, caressing and suckling until she thought she would go insane. Her pulse pounded and an ache developed in her nether regions. Timothy shoved the chemise aside and now his mouth was directly on
“Shouldn’t I be the one to decide that?”
“No, not now. I can’t imagine you not marrying, in truth, one day and I would not take what a husband has a right to.”
She slumped in her seat. “So, despite what I want and what you want, you won’t let anything intimate happen.”
A smile pulled at his lips. “On the contrary, Katrina. There are many things we can do to satisfy the need for each other without sacrificing your virginity.”
Her brows knit together in confusion.
“Have you not read the books?” Surely she wasn’t carrying them around without gaining some knowledge. He knew for a fact she browsed at least one. She had been reading it on their wedding night.
“Well, yes. But I just assumed joining is what completed the pleasure and everything else led up to it.”
He chuckled. “There is much pleasure to be had without joining .”
She opened her mouth to speak or probably ask a question but he didn’t give her a chance to talk and placed his lips against hers. The time for discussion was over. If she had so many questions it was best to demonstrate instead of explain.
Chapter 7
He did want her? But what did he mean that there was as much enjoyment to be had without joining? How was that possible? Maybe she should have read more of the books. But, that really didn’t matter now. His lips were on hers and this was just the beginning.
Katrina gave into the sensation and kissed him back. Molding her lips to his, tilting her head for better access. His tongue swept into her mouth. She never dreamed he would do something like that, or that kissing involved tongues, not that she was objecting. She tentatively touched hers to his and Timothy’s arms came around her back and pulled her close. Given he apparently liked it when she did this she continued and was soon lost in a sensation of mouths melding.
Her body grew warm and her breasts tingled with the contact of his chest. It was impossible to get physically closer without removing their clothing. But, it was still daylight.
His hands traveled down her back, caressing, molding her hips, and back up. One hand caressed up and down her side, his mouth never leaving hers. Katrina raised her arms to his shoulders, pulling him closer yet as her fingers threaded through the hair at the back of his head. His hands and lips had a dizzying effect and she was certain she was falling. It wasn’t until her back connected with the bench cushion did she realize he had laid her down. He adjusted her legs and brought them over his lap before he moved his lips from hers and trailed kisses down her neck. His hand skimmed up her ribcage until it caressed her breast. Katrina arched her neck and moaned. Her breasts strained to be released from the dress, swollen and heavy. He ran his thumb over her nipple and it tightened. Jolts of pleasure shot to her groin. Oh, this was so much better than when she touched herself.
His hand left her breast and she almost objected until she felt the fingers behind her back and her gown loosened. He pushed one shoulder down until she was only covered by her chemise. Timothy sat up slightly and lifted the breast in his hand as if weighing it. Again he brushed his thumb across this hardened nipple before be placed his lips upon it and gently sucked it into his mouth, wetting the material of her chemise.
Katrina squirmed, wanting to be out of her dress so the rest of her body could enjoy these delights as well, but he remained focused on that one breast, caressing and suckling until she thought she would go insane. Her pulse pounded and an ache developed in her nether regions. Timothy shoved the chemise aside and now his mouth was directly on
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