No. Swimming naked with men wasn’t how she’d been brought up. Her Lutheran parents would be scandalized.
That tipped the scales. She was no longer the timid child who’d jumped at the chance to marry and escape a strict home life.
She undressed and hugged her arms to cover her breasts. “No peeking,” she warned, scooting to the edge of the rock to test the water with a toe.
“I’ll have to turn if you want me to help you,” he replied.
“Wait,” she cried, overbalancing in her panic.
She fell in, squealing and flaying her arms.
He turned quickly to grasp her hand, pulling her to his body. Before she could object, he walked backwards into deeper water. Trembling, she clung to his shoulders.
“Never be afraid when you are with me, Heidi,” he said softly. “I will not let any harm come to you.”
“I’m not afraid.”
It was true. She believed he would keep her safe. However, the intimacy of breasts pressed to a broad male chest, the thrill of strong hands on her hips, the awareness of an arousedpiknudging her thighs, these things terrified her. Torsten had told her bluntly she was inadequate in bed. How could a well-muscled, virile man like Maximiliano find her pleasing? The thrusting of her husband’s member had been painful. Maximiliano was...well...bigger.
“You worry too much,” he said. “Put your legs around me.”
She snaked her arms around his neck and obeyed, drifting into a world of peaceful desire when hispiknestled against her most intimate place.
He kissed her, slowly, then coaxed her lips open and delved his tongue into her mouth. Her tongue met his in a mating dance as she savored the taste of guava and the sip of rum they’d shared. Intoxicated, she inhaled the scent of a desirable man.
She willed herself to relax, wanting him, but if he entered...
“You’re not ready yet,querida,” he said, evidently knowing what was in her heart. “Tonight, I’ll make you ready.”
* * *
The temptation to thrust inside Heidi was hard to resist, but Maximiliano knew the value of patience. She wanted him. However, she’d suffered abuse and was understandably nervous and afraid. Later, he’d make sure she was aroused to the point she’d beg him to possess her—though he was beginning to sense she had possessed him. He wanted her to want him, to understand this wasn’t just about a male urge to dominate a woman.
For now, he contented himself with the press of her thighs on his hips, the warmth of her slit atop his cock, the press of her breasts against his chest.
When the tension had drained out of her limbs, he tipped her back so her hair floated on the water. “I’ll hold you,” he promised. “Wash out the sand.”
She hesitated only a moment before reaching back to rake her fingers through the long tresses.
He fixed his gaze on breasts that would fill his big hands, and tawny nipples with the biggest areolas he’d ever seen. His cock saluted its approval.
She opened her eyes and smiled.
He leaned forward to swipe his tongue over one nipple, grazing it with his teeth when it hardened.
“Maximiliano,” she breathed, her wide-eyed surprise evident.
The truth became clear to him in an instant. Not only had her husband been a brutal drunkard, he’d not known how to bring pleasure to his beautiful wife. “Do you like that?” he asked.
She sat up and nodded shyly, raking wet hair off her face.
Praying his resolve wouldn’t desert him, he lowered his head and suckled like a hungry babe. Slowly introducing this woman to the delights of sexual intimacy was suddenly of the utmost importance.
* * *
Heidi floated in a sea of bliss, her fear of the water gone. She lay on her back, trusting Maximiliano to support her with one hand.
He touched intimate places with his fingers, his lips and his tongue.