Minna raised her eyebrows and pointed to the small table in the middle of the room. There was a small feast laid out there consisting of a little of everything that was spread out on the table downstairs as well as two bottles of excellent French wine. Gowan looked at it then turned away.
“Are you not hungry?” Minna asked, frowning.
Gowan lay down beside her on the bed and pulled her into his arms. “Not for food,” he growled. “I have been waiting for this moment since the first time I saw you, Minna. I can't believe you are mine at last.”
“And you are mine.” she murmured, running her hand over his glossy golden hair. “I want to find out about this mystery that everyone has been hinting about. I want to be part of you, and I want to see you. All of you.”
“I have never before fully bared myself to any woman.” He sounded apprehensive as he rose from the bed and turned to face her.
“I am not ‘any woman,’” Minna pointed out. “I am your wife.”
“My wife,” he repeated in wonder, “I like the sound of that!” Then he began to remove his clothes, infinitely slowly, as if to tease her.
It was maddening, but Minna felt her nipples hardening as she saw, first his shirt, then his belt, and finally his kilt landing on the floor around Gowan’s feet. At last he stood facing her in all his magnificent masculinity, and her eyes were drawn to that piece of him that was the most masculine of all.
Her mouth dropped open and she covered it with her hand, her eyes widening with astonishment and fear. His erection was proud and stiff, pointing at her like some monstrous weapon. “It - it is too big,” she breathed. “It will never fit.”
Gowan came over to the bed and gently pulled Minna to her feet. “Yes it will, my love. Trust me.” He kissed her lips softly and began to undress her a little faster than he had undressed himself.
Her clothes flew in every direction as he peeled them from her body, tearing her chemise in his haste. When he stood back to admire her, he could barely stop himself from seizing her, throwing her on the bed then taking her there and then without a moment’s hesitation.
Although he had seen her before when he rescued her, she had been muddy, disheveled, limp and injured. Now she was healthy, happy, and most important of all, she was his.
Her breasts were firm, round, and topped with erect, rose-tinted nipples. Looking down, he could see a tiny waist that flared out into curving feminine hips, between which was the little thatch of hair that hid the source of her womanhood. Her legs were long and shapely, and he could not wait to lie between them and bury himself inside her.
“Oh, God,” he whispered. “You are everything I want and more, Minna. Don’t keep me waiting any longer.”
With that, he dragged her against him so that she almost slammed into him, but Minna did not care. If this was passion, she loved it already. They tumbled onto the bed and she grabbed handfuls of his thick hair, hearing a little grunt of pain.
For Gowan, the pain was mixed with the infinite pleasure of having Minna,hisMinna, hiswifein his arms. He had never felt this overwhelming need before, this hunger that could only be satisfied by her.
Gowan’s hands and lips were everywhere, and Minna loved it as she began to imitate him, matching him kiss for kiss, touch for touch, moaning her hunger against his mouth, but soon it was not enough.
“Please, Gowan,” she begged. “I want you so much.”
Gowan looked down into her desperate eyes. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, but this was her first time, and he wanted to make it as special as he could for her. He had to ignore the urge of every instinct that was telling him to plunge inside her and spend himself.
“Just a moment,” he whispered. He moved down her body, then spread her feminine folds with his thumbs and swept his tongue between them before gently pushing it inside her.
He spent the next few minutes tasting her, thrusting his tongue in and out of her, imitating the movement he would make soon with his shaft. While doing this, he teased her nub with his thumb, then moved his mouth from her entrance to replace it with his finger, using the same back and forth movement to make her cry out with pleasure.
He teased her most sensitive spot with his teeth, gently scraping and biting it until Minna was screaming. The pleasure was almost unbearable. She wanted to ask him to stop, yet she did not want to end the sweet torture. It was absolutely blissful. When he kissed her lips again, she tasted her own juices on his, and as she opened her eyes to look into his, she saw that they were full of love, the likes of which she had never seen before.
“Now.” Minna begged. “I can't stand this torture any more, Gowan. Please.”
He kissed her once more before finally guiding himself inside her, closing his eyes in relief. At last.
“Tell me to stop if I hurt you,” he whispered.
Minna nodded, unable to speak. A moment later, there was a stinging pain that caused her to tense around him. Gowan stopped moving immediately.
“I am sorry, Minna,” he whispered, and made to withdraw, but she wrapped her legs around his hips and held on tightly.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered. When he moved inside her again, the pain was gone, and there was only a delightful friction as he thrust again, and a feeling of fullness, as if she had not been complete until he was inside her.
Then, she began to tremble. Something was happening to her, something that felt like climbing towards a peak that she could not quite reach. She had to reach it, though - she had to see what was on top, and finally she did.
A wave of ecstasy crashed over her, spreading out from her core to every part of her body, making her scream and cling to Gowan so tightly that she would leave bruises on his flesh. She had thought that nothing could be better than what she had experienced when he pleasured her, but this was better - ten times better.