If shocked, she hid it well and he began to strip off his garments.
Tavia remained where she was hoping her fluttering stomach would calm as she waited for further instructions.
“Take your garments off, Tavia. I will have you as naked as I am,” he said, not only eager to see her naked but wanting her ready when the time came.
Tavia had grown bold with the solution that had hurried into her head. She had not known what to expect, she only knew she wanted to make love with her husband, not to seal their marriage vows, but because she wanted to feel for herself if her heart spoke the truth and she had unwittingly fallen in love with her husband. Her chance was now, and she would take it even though her stomach fluttered nervously.
She thought to turn her back to him as she undressed but thought better of it. It would only make it that more difficult to turn and face him. Besides, he had seen her naked. There was no reason to shy away from him. She shed her garments but with no great haste, hoping her worries would calm as she did.
Unfortunately, her worry increased when she watched him stretch out naked on the bed, pillowing his arms beneath his head on the pillows so that his head was raised some. His body was thick and hard with muscle. One particular muscle had her worrying she would falter in her resolve. His manhood stood tall and proud and was nestled in a bed of light-colored hair, and the size of the sacs beneath it were impressive but it was the thick hardness of his shaft that almost had her running from the room.
Her own muscles tightened, and she raised her hands high to draw back her shoulders and ease the tightness that had settled there.
Bhric thought he would come there and then, seeing his naked wife stretch like a lazy cat getting ready to pounce and he could almost feel her claws closing around his shaft, and he shuddered.
“Sit,” he ordered a bit more abruptly than he intended, patting a spot beside him on the bed.
Tavia approached slowly, trying to ignore the way her husband’s eyes roamed over her body as if inspecting every inch of her. But her eyes had done the same to his body, though her glance had gotten caught on his manhood, which was where it was now.
He intended to reach up and snatch her up to lay beside him and proceed to make love to her, but the devil in him or was it curiosity to see how she would react that had him saying, “Latch onto my shaft good and pump it up and down.”
He was shocked when she looked as if she might just do as he instructed. He thought she might run off in fright or disgust. Of course, he had planned to stop her, but now that she sat next to him, a curious instead of frightening look in her eyes, he thought he would see what she would do.
Her hand hurried to grip his manhood and he almost rose off the bed. Her grip was firm and determined and she did not waste a minute in doing as he had instructed, pumping his shaft. Watching her nibble nervously on her bottom lip as she concentrated on pleasing him grew him even harder.
“Am I doing it correctly?” she asked, surprised that she actually enjoyed the feel of him in her hand, his coating silky but his shaft so very hard.
He struggled against the unexpected moan that rose in his throat and managed to say, “Aye, you are doing good.” His aye came out with a sizeable moan.
She stopped. “I hurt you?”
“Nay! Nay! Do not stop!” he ordered, eager for her to continue.
She hurried to resume tugging him and found herself wanting to explore more of him, wondering how his sacs would feel cradled in her hand. But she did not dare remove her hand again after seeing how upset he had gotten. She did not want to disturb his pleasure. She dipped her head to get a closer look at his manhood and was quite impressed with it, though was concerned with the size, it being so big and she so small.
Bhric groaned when he saw her face dip toward his shaft. If she took it into her mouth he would explode right into it. He was relieved when she only looked at it, though the thought lingered and brought him closer to climax.
Tavia continued pumping him, her tempo increasing of its own accord and her own body responding to it. She was shocked to feel her passion suddenly take flight fast and hard and to feel the wetness that rapidly gathered between her legs. He had not touched her and yet her own enjoyment of pleasing him was causing her own pleasure to flare strong and a soft groan escaped her lips.
Bhric’s eyes had drifted closed lost in pleasure when he heard his wife’s soft moan. His eyes flew open. He had not intended for it to go this far, not that he did not enjoy it, but it was not for her to serve him like this, not when they had yet to seal their vows.
“Let go!” he ordered sternly.
Tavia released him in a flash worried she had hurt him or had done something wrong.
Bhric sat up, grabbed his wife at her small waist and lifted her from where she sat beside him to lie next to him. He moved his leg over her closed ones and nudged them apart and his hand got lost between them.
Tavia had no time to gasp at the jolt of pleasure that pierced her nether region since he caught her lips in a kiss. It was a demanding and hungry kiss, and she returned it in kind.
He tore his mouth away after a few moments to whisper breathlessly, “You are beautiful, wife, and I care more for you than I ever thought I would or was possible.”
She had no time to respond, his head dipped down and his mouth captured one of her nipples, his tongue rolling over it and her body arched in response. She thought she had known pleasure in the shed earlier, but it was nothing compared to this.
“Bhric!” she cried out.
He loved hearing his name shouted urgently from her lips and the way her rosy nipple hardened against his tongue. It hardened even more when he teased it with his teeth.
“Bhric!” she cried out again.