Nathan increased his tempo, urging himself closer to climax. He tried to keep himself from pushing too hard against her; surely her body was already sore enough from losing her maidenhead.
“Nymph.” His voice was a guttural groan and he held her close as his seed rushed into her body. Pleasure bubbled up under his skin and escaped through his pores, coating his body with his climax. Slowing his thrusts until he was no longer moving, he pressed his forehead against her shoulder. Just as before, her body encompassed his and she trailed her fingers down his spine in a slow caress. Lethargic satisfaction seeped into his bones, bringing him a sort of contentment he had not known existed.
They lay there for several moments. Without moving or opening his eyes, Nathan asked, “You are well?” He felt her nod in response and she sighed the kind of sigh that a well-pleasured woman makes. An arrogant grin threatened to break out on his face.
It had only been her first time and she sighed like that. Nathan was by no means inexperienced, but even he had not felt such a deep-seated pleasure such as what was cloaking him right now. No wonder she was sighing like that and he was the one to make her do so.
He felt her body shake underneath him. He pressed small kisses along her shoulder by way of silent apology for crushing her for so long. The shaking increased and he raised his head to see what the matter was, pushing himself up off of her.
Sara had her eyes closed and her lips were trembling. Was she about to cry? But she had said she was fine. Had he mistaken her answer?
“Sara?” he questioned her. He kissed her forehead, which only increased her shaking. A hand came up to cover her mouth. “Nymph? What is wrong? Have I hurt you?”
She shook her head and opened her eyes, laughter bubbling out of her mouth. “Oh, I am sorry,” she said around her giggles. “Truly, I do not mean to be laughing.”
Nathan stared at her. He had never reduced a woman to laughter in bed before; it was quite lowering, really. To think she was laughing at him while he was marveling at the rarity of the experience they just shared.
“You enjoy kissing,” she continued, her gray eyes sparkling.
“I don’t see how that is a laughing matter,” he replied stiffly and moved off her completely.
“Oh no, it’s not,” she protested, following him and wrapping her arms around his neck. “I was just wondering who the first person who thought it would be a good idea.”
“I don’t follow.” His voice was still stiff and distant.
She giggled again. “I mean, consider all the things our mouths are used for, all the things we put into it. We eat, laugh, hiccup, men burp and spit, we all are sick through our mouths; it is a fairly disgusting orifice, if you think on it. Who was the first person to decide that it would be a good idea to press his mouth to a woman’s?”
Nathan stared at her, watching the laughter continue to light up her eyes. This is what she was thinking of moments after he took her virginity? Who invented kissing?
This was not what he expected from the meek, demure Sara Collins. Silence, the necessary cuddle and likely the question of his being pleased—those were things more in line with her character. Not this radiant Nymph with a mischievous grin on her face and entertaining laughter escaping from her.
The Sara Collins he knew was desirable; this Sara Collins was downright dangerous, alluring with a seduction that threatened his heart.
As he stared, her laughter died and the light in her eyes faded. He could see the transformation take place. Uncertainty covered her face before she masked it with a serene acceptance mixed with slight trepidation; if he didn’t know better, he would have said she visibly shrunk before his eyes. Moving away from him, she rose from the bed and quickly donned her shift and robe, lashing the latter up tightly so she was covered from neck to toe.
“Forgive me,” she said, her gaze on the floor, her voice once again soft. “I did not mean to offend you.”
Stunned by what he had just witnessed, Nathan could not speak.
“Thank you for the adventure of breakfast in bed,” Sara continued. “I shall tidy up once I have gotten myself dressed.” Before he could recover and speak, she had disappeared into her dressing room.