Corrected by the Colonel (10 page)

          
Removing his boots and shirt, he reclined next to her wearing only his pants. He saw her eyes widen at the sight of his naked torso. Though he had seen, and taken liberties with, her nude body, she had never seen him other than fully clothed.

          
He took her hand and placed it against his chest. Her fingers were cold against his flesh. "Have you ever seen a naked man, Cassie?"

         
Eyes lowered, she shook her head from side to side.

         
Blaise tipped her chin up and forced her to meet his eyes. "There is nothing to be embarrassed about. We are married. Husbands and wives share their bodies. They make love."

         
An adorable flush covered Cassie's face and neck, but she held his gaze. "Yes," she said.

***

         
Just for today, my wedding day, I will surrender my worries and allow myself to be a happy, blushing bride.

          
Cassandra repeated the admonition over and over in her head like a mantra. Blaise had such a commanding presence and his confidence reassured her. In some ways it was not so difficult to pretend he could take care of her problems, though she knew it to be impossible. It was easier to simply crush the thoughts of her family from her brain and indulge in the once in a lifetime luxury of being a bride.

          
She laid her hand flat against Blaise's bare chest. The whorls of hair tickled her fingers and once she became accustomed to touching him, she twirled her fingers in it.

          
Blaise took hold of her hand and guided it across his chest and then down the muscled contours of his torso. It was rude to stare, but she could not help herself. The expanse of his chest, the flat planes of his stomach and areas further south mesmerized her.

         
A swirl of warmth spun through her nether region and she peeked up to see her husband watching her as she explored his body. He placed her hand over the bulge in his pants. "Do you see what you do to me, little Cassie? My body yearns for you. Only you."

         
A whimper slipped from her throat and she pressed her hand over his arousal. It moved against her palm and she stroked a finger along its length.

          
Blaise let go of her hand to remove his pants revealing the hardness of his manhood. He reclaimed her hand and guided it to his shaft. "This is my cock. I plan to use it to pleasure you in many different ways. Will you trust me to do that, Cassie?"

         
She glanced down at the imposing member. She had vague ideas about what men and women did together, but her mother had died before she could explain such things to her and the idea of her sweet and gentle father discussing anything so intimate with his daughter was laughable.

          
Blaise would be leading her far into unknown territory, but it was territory she yearned to explore. "Yes, Blaise."

         
He held her hand against his manhood and slowly moved it up the length of it and down again before he removed his guiding hand. "Now you do that."

          
Unsure of how to handle this delicate part of the male anatomy, Cassandra moved her hand gently up then down. A low moan from Blaise made her glance into his face. "That feels so good, Cassie. Please do it again."

         
Emboldened by his praise, she complied, a little more firmly and slightly faster this time. "Oh heavens, Cassie." Blaise removed her hand and laid her back on the bed.

         
"Did I do something wrong?" Was it over? Had she hurt him?

          
"No, my Cassie, you did everything right." He gazed down into her face with an expression that might have been—dare she think it—love. "But a man can only hold out so long when he's with a woman, particularly a woman as sweet and beautiful as you."

         
Embarrassed, she looked away from his intense gaze. "Thank you," she whispered.

        
Blaise leaned over her, his eyes running the length of her body. "Yes, you are beautiful indeed." His hand followed the path his gaze had taken, gliding over her throat, down to her breasts, over the soft swell of her stomach and into the curls of her womanhood, then into the wet opening beneath.

         
Her heart thudded in her throat and it became difficult to breath. He had touched her there before, during the incident in her bedroom that lead to their engagement. With a bit of shame she admitted to herself she'd been longing for him to repeat the caress ever since. As though they had a mind of their own, her hips raised up to meet his exploring fingers, pressing against him and urging them deeper.

         
She dared a glance at his cock and it had grown even larger. She suspected what he intended to do with it next and she bucked against his fingers even harder. If his fingers felt this good, what would it be like with his long, firm member inside?

         
"Cassie, I am sorry, but I cannot wait any longer." Blaise removed his fingers from her passage and positioned himself with his knees were on either side of her hips. "I must have you, Cassie. Forgive me if this is painful. I promise, it will only hurt this one time."

           
Instinctively she lifted her hips to meet his and he slid his cock into her. She gasped at the intensity when he filled her completely.

         
Blaise stroked the hair away from her forehead and kissed her lips. "Please do not be afraid, poppet." He deepened the kiss and thrust into her.

          
It was painful, but only for a moment which was followed by intense pleasure created by Blaise's lips upon her own and the stroking of his manhood in and out of her. Their bodies joined together and fell into a natural rhythm. She watched his face as the intensity built to match her own desire. She clasped his shoulders and cried out his name just as he collapsed on top of her, spent.

         
"My little Cassie," he whispered against her shoulder, "you were simply perfect."

          
She turned to murmur a reply, but he was fast asleep.

Chapter Nine

          
Cassandra stretched along the length of the bed, her mind fuzzy from sleep and a most delightful, and naughty, dream. Drowsily she rolled over, reaching for another pillow, intending to slumber on.

         
Instead of a feather pillow her fingers landed on the hard chest of a man.

         
Her eyes flew open and a gasp escaped her mouth.

         
It had been no dream. She was indeed sharing a bed with Colonel Blaise Sinclair.

         
"Good morning, Cassandra." The knowing look in his eyes and the smolder in his smile told her all she needed to know about what had indeed happened the night before.

         
She shrieked and sat up in the bed, realizing too late she was naked, then diving under the covers.

         
"Was our first night as husband and wife so unremarkable you have already forgotten we are married?" Blaise teased, pulling the covers back to reveal her nude form.

         
"No," she said, curling into a ball in hopes of hiding her nakedness from his gaze. "I remember now." A blush warmed her face and she looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

         
Blaise ran his fingertip along her hip. "I believe you need another reminder that we are man and wife." His finger trailed down to her knee and then up the inside of her thigh, sending a delightful tingle throughout her body. "Don't you agree?" He nudged her legs apart and slipped his finger into the folds of her sex before lowering his mouth to encircle one of her breasts between his lips.

         
His touch vanquished her plan to shield her body from him and she pressed against him, desire casting out all remnants of sleep and filling her with longing. Although their first coupling had been most pleasurable, Cassandra instinctively knew it was only a sampling of the wanton pleasures her husband could teach her. Of course it was most unladylike to give in to her base desires.

         
Perhaps ladylike behavior was overrated.

         
"Yes," she said, stroking her hands down the length of his muscled back and clasping the globes of his buttocks. She spread her fingers across his flesh and squeezed.

         
Blaise paused in his attentions to her breasts and held her eyes with his gaze. "You have become very bold in a short time, little Cassie."

         
She pulled her hands away. "My apologies. I do not know what has gotten into me."

         
Blaise replaced her hands on his bottom. "My body is yours to explore just as yours belongs to me."

         
Encouraged, Cassandra brought her hands to the front and caressed the length of her husband's cock, the way he had taught her the night before. With her hand wrapped around the shaft, she gave a gentle squeeze which was rewarded by a sudden inhalation by her husband followed by a moan against her breast. She quickened her pace and noted the affect it had, then smiled to herself, delighted she could pleasure him.

         
"Cassandra, you are a vixen." In a swift movement he rolled over and lifted her to straddle his hips, her naked body fully exhibited for him. He bent his knees and tilted her to lean against them, then inserted both thumbs into her womanhood, pulling the lips back to expose the rosy folds of her sex. With one thumb he plumbed the depths of her passage while the other explored stroked the bead at the apex of her opening. Cassandra squirmed and reached behind to grasp his calves for support, and in doing so, opened her sex even further to his view.

         
Passion darkened his eyes. "Touch your breasts, Cassie."

         
"What?" She raised up from her reclining position and stared at him.

         
"You heard me, Cassandra. Touch your breasts."

             
"B-blaise," she whimpered. "I cannot."

         
He pressed both thumbs into her canal and stroked in and out, just like he had with his cock hours before. "I want you to touch your breasts for me, Cassie."

         
Tentatively she let go of his calves and brought her hands to cover her breasts.

         
"Good girl. Now, I want you to pinch your nipples."

         
She gave one nipple a tiny pinch.

         
Blaise's thumbs pumped faster in her passage and she could feel his cock straining against her thigh. "Have you ever touched yourself like that before, little Cassie?"

         
Shamefully she remembered her explorations of her body and the pleasure she had given herself. She looked away but answered truthfully. "Yes."

         
"Show me how you like to touch yourself."

         
Slowly she returned her gaze to his face. Though his expression was stern, his eyes were filled with affection. "Now, Cassandra. That's an order."

         
Eyes closed, she tugged both nipples, stretching and pinching. What must Blaise think of her debauchery?

         
Yet, she wanted to please her husband. She covered both breasts with her hands and squeezed. Opening her eyes, she watched his reaction. His eyes darkened and he reached up to stroke his thumbs over her bottom lip. "Taste yourself." When he gave the order, she felt his cock pulse.

         
She ran her tongue across her lip, tasting the flavor of her femininity.              

         
"Have mercy!" Blaise gripped her hips and lifted her just above his hardened shaft. "I promise someday I shall make love to you slowly and deliberately, but I simply cannot wait any longer, my darling Cassie." He slid her down over the length of his cock and proceeded to thrust upward into her sex with such force and abandon Cassie had to grip his wrists to steady herself.

         
He filled her so completely she cried out then rode his cock until they both exploded with the pleasure of it.

         
After a moment for them both to come out of the haze of passion, he moved her to lie in the circle of his arms, his body folded around hers like a protective cocoon.