Charlie had seen more than her share of naked men and she could not fathom how something that large being put inside her could possibly be pleasurable and she hoped Jaxon would not be one of those man who was overly large. They were always so proud of it when it was big and when they used expressions like “split the wench in two” it scared the bejesus out of her.
But Charlie knew she loved Jaxon with all of her heart and knew he felt the same. If he wanted to make love to her, she wanted to do it for him. Their wedding was approaching soon and it was inevitable.
“I-I want you to stay,” she whispered. “I want to please you.”
The corner of Jaxon’s mouth turned up. It was just like her to think about his pleasure, when he worried about hers. Would he be able to control his ardor long enough to please her?
Jaxon kissed her lingeringly, then stood up and removed his hastily donned clothing. He was already engorged with need, but tried to keep his body turned away so he wouldn’t embarrass her.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and kissed her. He entwined his fingers in her thick sable hair. He moved his lips against hers until her lips parted and his tongue made its first invasion into her mouth.
Charlie moaned. Her thoughts melted away as they had the first time he’d kissed her. She darted her own tongue to his lips and tentatively deepened her kiss until her tongue slipped into his mouth. His tongue found hers and chased her back into her mouth then lured it back into his. The kiss stole her breath away.
How was it possible that a kiss could make other parts of her body tingle and twitch? Her body seemed to be writhing of its own accord, searching for something that she dared not think about.
“Jaxon,” she panted.
She pushed against his chest even as he tried to pull her closer. The sound of panic rose in her throat. The tension in his arms suddenly went slack.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he said pulling back.
“I can’t breathe,” she said then realized it wasn’t quite true. “I can’t catch my breath.” Charlie didn’t know how to explain that every fiber in her body seemed to be charged with static electricity. She half-expected the hairs on her head to stand up—the hairs on her arms already were.
“You’re just nervous, Charlie.”
“No,” she jumped in. “I mean, I am, but that’s not it. I think there’s something wrong with me. It’s too….” Charlie wasn’t sure if there was a word for what she was feeling that she spoke the word that most closely encompassed what she was feeling. “It’s too strong.”
“It’s too strong?” Jaxon removed one hand from her hair and traced his finger from her earlobe down her neck to her collarbone. “Is it overwhelming? Is that what’s wrong?”
She nodded vigorously. “If we were standing, I would’ve crumpled to the floor because my knees would have become too weak to hold me up.”
“All we’ve done is kiss,” Jaxon pointed out. “We’ve kissed before. Do you want me to stop?” he asked, trying to keep a hard edge from his voice.
“No, I’m all right now. I was just overcome.”
Jaxon exhaled the breath that he was holding as his pent up tension relaxed. His need ached and he didn’t know what he would have done if she had changed her mind.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I want it to be good for you, but I feel like I need to run around or something so I can calm down.”
Jaxon chuckled. “I think I understand now. That nervous energy you’re feeling is passion,” he said. “Take a couple of deep breaths and tried to relax.”
Jaxon gave her a couple of seconds before his mouth found hers, but this time he did not linger there, he moved to her ear allowing his mere breath to ignite a firestorm of sensation.
“Oh,” she breathed, her eyes closing involuntarily at the feeling.
The hand at her collarbone could feel her heart thumping hard and steady in her chest.
His tongue stroked the edge of her ear as he found the buttons of her nightshirt. One by one, he pushed the buttons through the holes until the garment lay open to the waist. Jaxon pushed it back until he could see one breast and then the other.
“You have beautiful breasts,” he said as he covered one with his hand and the other with his mouth sucking gently and teasing her nipple into its full plumpness. Her nipples were the size of one of his fingers from the bed of his nail to the tip. They were gloriously large and he felt himself throbbing with need at the sight and feel of them.
Charlie inhaled raggedly as he drew the pink bud into his mouth.
“Jaxon!” she gasped. “Oh!”