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“We can call it an early night if you’d like.  I haven’t been getting much sleep at
Wesley’s house.”

She swallowed hard, knowing very well what an early night would mean.  “That sounds
nice.”
  If she went upstairs now, she could get the wedding night she feared over with. 
She knew what would happen between them, but the reality of it was more than a little
frightening.

He stood and held his hand out to help her out of the swing.  “I’ll give you a few
minutes before I come up.”

“Thank you.”  She brushed her lips across his before climbing the stairs. 

Chapter Seven

Once Ellen was in their bedroom, she stood for a moment with her hand over her heart,
trying to calm its out of control beating.  She knew she didn’t have much time, but
she was so nervous.  She stood there for a full minute before she remembered she’d
need his help getting her dress unbuttoned.  So instead of changing into her nightgown,
she reached up and started pulling pins out of her hair.  He’d expressed an interest
in seeing it down, and she could have it down for him when he came upstairs.

When Patrick did come up to their room, she’d just removed the last pin and was taking
her first swipe over her hair with a hairbrush.  Patrick opened the door and stopped
short.  “I’m sorry.  I thought I’d given you enough time.”  He stared at her in wonder,
obviously entranced by her hair.
  “Do you want me to go?”

She smiled at him.  “I remembered after I got up here I can’t get out of my dress
by myself.”  She turned her back to him.  “There are too many buttons.”  She pulled
her hair out of the way so he could see the line of buttons that went from her collar
down to her waist, ending just above the curve of her bottom.

He took a step toward her, his fingers going straight to the top button.  “I guess
I’m good for something.”

She laughed softly.  “I’m glad you’re here.  This would be very uncomfortable to sleep
in.”

He took his time unbuttoning her.  The buttons were tiny and his fingers kept fumbling
over them.  By the time he reached the bottom button, there was a fine sheen of sweat
across his brow.  He pushed the dress forward and off her shoulders. 

She was startled by the movement and caught the dress before it could fall too far
forward.  She blushed as she realized he had every right to see her, and let the dress
fall to the floor.  She turned to him wear
ing
only her corset and petticoat, watching his face as he saw her mostly unclothed for
the first time.

She dropped the hand that was holding her hair, and let it fall in a cascade over
her shoulders.  “You’re beautiful,” he mumbled as he dropped his head to brush his
lips across hers.

She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him back wanting their first real kiss
as man and wife to be special.  Sure, they’d kissed at the church, but this was different. 
This time there was no audience, and the kiss was for their own pleasure not for show.

He tongue traced the seam of her lips for a moment, before she opened her mouth wide
for him.  His tongue invaded her mouth, going inside to mate with hers.  He let out
a low groan and backed her toward the bed.  “Sit down.”

She sat on the side of the bed, while he dropped to his knees to remove her shoes. 
Once they were out of the way, he slowly reached under her petticoat and rolled her
stocking down her leg.  His touch both shocked and aroused her as she watched the
powerful man before her acting as her servant.

Once her stockings were gone, he pulled her to her feet, and untied her corset.  Once
the strings were undone, he pushed it down over her hips to the floor.  She stood
before him in only her white petticoat, embarrassed to realize that although she only
had her petticoat and drawers on, he was still fully clothed.  He’d left his jacket
downstairs, but other than that, he was wearing exactly what he’d worn to the church
for their wedding.

She reached up and untied his tie for him, placing it on top of the dresser, and then
her fingers tackled the buttons of his pristine white shirt.  She pushed his shirt
off his shoulders and ran her hands over his chest, which was covered with only a
white undershirt.  She pushed the undershirt up and over his head, her hands tangling
in the hair covering his slim chest.

“Don’t stop there,” he mumbled, taking her hands and putting them on the waistband
of his pants.  “I’m still wearing something.”

She blushed and removed her hands.  “We have to get your shoes and socks off first,
don’t we?”  Putting her hands on his shoulders, she pushed him down on the side of
the bed, kneeling before him to remove his shoes the same as he had done for her. 
After the shoes were gone, her fingers slid up the leg of his trousers and removed
his socks.

When she was finished, she stood up.  She wasn’t bold enough to remove his slacks
for him, and she hoped he didn’t request it of her.

He seemed to understand how she felt, because he moved his hands to the shoulders
of her petticoat and pushed
it
off, watching as it fell to the floor. 
Her drawers came next, and he removed them quickly before scooping her up into his
arms and carrying her to the bed, laying her down on one side of it.  She stared up
at him with wide eyes as he slowly lowered himself beside her, kissing her shoulder
and neck.

He cupped her face in both hands and lowered his lips to hers, his tongue immediately
seeking entrance to her mouth.  She parted her lips and stroked his bare shoulders
as he kissed her with more passion than before.  “You’re the most beautiful woman
I’ve ever seen,” he whispered against her lips.

She explored his back with her hands finding a mole just above the waistband of his
slacks.  She couldn’t believe how hot his skin felt underneath her fingertips. 

His lips roamed from her mouth, down to her neck, and then across her shoulders. 
One hand cupped her pink tipped breast and he squeezed it in his palm.  His thumb
and forefinger toyed with her nipple as his teeth gently grazed her shoulder. 

She arched under his touch loving the feel of his hands on her.  She wondered in the
back of her mind why he hadn’t yet removed his pants, because even she knew they needed
to be off for what they were about to do.  His hand moved from her breast down over
her stomach and to the triangle of curls shielding her innocence.  He stroked his
fingers over her for a moment, before moving his hand down further to the juncture
of her thighs. 

She kept her legs tightly together, too nervous to do anything else, until he reached
his hand down and tickled her knee.  She giggled slightly and turned under him at
which point he slid his hand between her thighs.  His fingers worked their way up
her inner thigh to her core, and touched her softness. 

Ellen jerked as she felt Patrick’s hand move against her most secret place.  He ran
his finger over her, and finally found her opening, one finger slipping inside and
moving within her.  She was startled by his finger, and opened her mouth to protest,
but when the finger moved inside her, she felt such pleasure she immediately closed
her mouth, and settled back against the pillow to simply enjoy what he was doing to
her.

Her breath was coming fast and furiously.  She’d never dreamed a man could make her
feel so weak in her stomach with the simple touch of his finger.  She lay enjoying
his touch and the feeling of something building inside her.  Her stomach clenched,
fighting against whatever was happening to her.

His mouth returned to hers and she eagerly parted her lips,
her hands clenching against his back as she silently urged him to continue whatever
he was doing to make her feel so good.

He reached out to turn down the kerosene lamp beside the bed, and stood up.  She couldn’t
tell what he was doing, but when he returned, it was without his pants or anything
else between them.  His hands framed her face as he kissed her passionately while
settling his legs between her own.  His face lifted from hers briefly.  “I’m sorry,
but I think this is going to hurt a little.”

She nodded, and then realized he probably couldn’t see it in the dark.  “Will it hurt
you, too?”

He let out a low laugh.  “No, it’s only going to feel good to me.”

“Well, that’s not very fair, is it?”
 

“I’ll do my best to make it feel as good for you as I possibly can.”  His mouth was
on hers again before she could protest, and then she felt something pressing against
her where his fingers had been only moments before.  It was much hotter and bigger
than his fingers, though and she wiggled a little to escape the pressure.  “Hold still.”

She grabbed onto his shoulders and held onto him as he finally pushed inside her. 
It didn’t seem to hurt at all, and she was happy about that.  For a moment he stopped,
and lifted his head.  “Okay so far?”

“Yes, it doesn’t hurt at all!  It feels kind of good.”
  She was relieved to realize the pain wasn’t going to happen after all.

“Good.  Just remember that feeling for a moment, okay?”  He pulled out a little and
pushed hard into her breaking her maidenhead.  His mouth dropped to hers to stifle
the small cry of pain she let out, and he remained still inside her, giving her time
to adjust to his presence inside her body.

After a
short while
, he lifted his head again.  “Are you all right?”

She lay beneath panting, and considered his question.  It certainly didn’t hurt as
much as it had just moments before.  “I think so.”

His lips crushed down on hers again as he began moving inside her.  She didn’t feel
the same good sensations she had when he’d used his fingers, but it didn’t hurt anymore
either.  After a moment, the good feelings started coming back and she let out a low
moan against his lips.

He increased the speed of his movements and let out a groan, collapsing on top of
her.  He buried his face against her neck, but did his best to catch most of his weight
on his elbows so he wouldn’t hurt her.

“I’m sorry.  I’ll try to go slower next time.”

“Why are you sorry?”
  He hadn’t done anything she hadn’t been willing for him to do.  Why would he apologize?

He laughed.  “You’ll understand next time.  I promise you that.”  He rolled to her
side and pulled her against him, cradling her head against his shoulder. 

She snuggled against him happily, pleased their first time together was over, and
feeling like she’d pleased him.  “Did you like it?” she asked, needing to be certain
he’d enjoyed it.

“I couldn’t have liked it any more than I did.”  He dropped a kiss on top of her head. 
“You were wonderful.”

She sighed contentedly and let out a loud yawn.  “I’m so tired!”

He smiled, stroking her back.  “You just go to sleep then.” 

She nodded, her head still pillowed on his shoulder, and she closed her eyes, knowing
she’d sleep soundly.  She was married now, and she’d done her duty by her husband. 
She was thrilled to know she’d done the right thing.

*****

She woke during the night to feel hands stroking her body.  Teeth were
softly scraping
her ear and a hand was plucking insistently at one of her nipples.  She moaned softly,
arching against his hand.

Patrick dropped his mouth to hers, kissing her wildly.  “I tried to wait, but I woke
up, and you were pressed against me, and I just had to have you again.”

Her hands went to his shoulders, exploring his taut skin.  She hadn’t expected him
to be ready to do this again so soon, but she had heard that men had stronger physical
needs than women did.  Within moments, she was ready to have him inside her again. 
How could she tell him that, though?

She spread her legs silently, and he lifted his mouth from hers.  “Are you ready?”

She blushed, happy the darkness hid it from him.  “I think so,” she whispered.

He settled between her spread thighs again, and this time when he entered her there
was no pain.  He began moving inside her, his strokes slow and steady.  The building
pressure inside her stomach started right away this time.  She was reaching for something,
but she didn’t know what it was.  He seemed to know, though, because he whispered,
“Just let it happen.”

Her head turned from side to side as she fought whatever strange thing was happening
to her body.  Finally, with a gasp, she felt as if her insides exploded.  She arched
up against him, almost lifting him off the bed with her hips. 

He continued moving inside her, increasing the speed now that she’d finished and with
a groan, collapsed against her.  “Now do you understand why I was sorry the first
time?”  She could barely understand his words because he was so out of breath as he
spoke.

“Is that what you wanted to happen for me the first time?”

He rolled off of her to his side and once again gathered her against him.  “It was
worth waiting for, wasn’t it?”

She nodded, her hair rubbing against his shoulder.  “It definitely was.”  She kissed
his shoulder her eyes already closing as she drifted back to sleep.  Her last waking
thought was about how embarrassed she’d be to face him in the morning, but how good
she felt at that moment.  She could get used to the physical side of marriage very
quickly.  It was much better than her friends had let on.