Arabella ran her hand up his thigh to explore him more fully, and he nearly choked on his desire. Instantly his towering erection was pulsating against her leg anew. She kissed him and he began to fondle her breasts, suckling them as though delighting in something indescribably sweet.
At last he put his hand on her thigh once more and she could feel the hot-cold sensation anew. The moistness she had already experienced increased further.
She recalled what he had said about the way they fit together. She had her doubts, for he was truly enormous. But as his fingers began to tease her, she spread her legs wider and let him touch her, stretch her tight flesh, thrill her with the most marvelous sensations, even more strong and poignant than those she had experienced at the inn.
She kept his mouth busy all the while, not wanting to hear his medical explanations for something which was so wonderful, and have him spoil the romance.
She loved him. Nothing else mattered, not even a child. They would be married at once, and be happy.
Her hands and lips soon had them gasping for each other. She laid back flat against the mattress and gradually eased him over between her thighs. With a will of its own the tip of his penis sought out her secret core.
As she moved in an effort to position herself under his large body, he slipped in. Both of them gasped with surprised pleasure, and she clutched his buttocks and pulled.
He tried to withdraw to reach for a contraceptive to tie on, but her arching back and grasping hands led him on and on. It wasn't easy for her, given her tightness, but the wetness he had evoked eased the passage.
Before either of them knew what was happening, her pain gave way to pleasure and she could feel him deeply within her, thrilling her inside, filling her to the brim with joy.
"No, Arabella, we can't-" he rasped.
But one more movement of her hips and he was lost. He pounded into her with a hoarse cry, and was convinced the bed was on fire, so scorched did he feel.
Sex for him had been a release, no more, and always with protection, but now he lost himself in Arabella, all of his pent up yearnings and years of ascetic self-control flying out of the window in the face of this all-absorbing passion.
He tingled from head to toe, and wherever her flesh touched his, Blake throbbed, and couldn't get enough of her. It was so wonderful he could feel the tears spring to his eyes.
She was his at last. Only his. And woe betide the man who ever tried to take her from him.
Nor could Arabella get enough of him. Once her body adjusted to the huge hardness, the hot penetrating glide was more than she could resist.
She gasped her passion into his open mouth and was nearly lifted off the bed by his final huge thrust. He felt completely drained, but as he heard small whimpering cries coming from the back of her throat, he kept moving.
"Blake, please, more," she urged, her hands darting over his back and downwards, before sweeping to the front to touch him. He was about to explain to her the difference between men and women with regard to multiple-
"Arabella, what are you-" He hardened again in an instant, and had to control his reeling world by steadying her under him. "My love, if I didn't know better, I would say you were an expert courtesan. What on earth-"
"Let me, let me please you."
"You do my love, can't you feel it? Over and over?" he moaned, as once again he began to succumb to the incredible rush of all his senses.
He knew he ought to withdraw-the damage had already been done, true, but there was no sense in compounding it. The sheep's intestine condoms did also have the added advantage of deadening his sensation so that he could pleasure her more.
But she panicked when he tried to leave her.
"No, no! Please stay with me, inside me."
"It's all right, love. I just want to-"
"Stop being my doctor for once and just be my husband, will you?" she gritted out.
He stared at her face, made moist by dewy perspiration and the blush of love. He could almost hear the blood in his body roaring as he tried to pull away from her one last time.
"No, please."
"All right, I won't. Perdition take it, I don't care any more. Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb."
He took his face in both her hands and kissed her until her passionate sobbing ceased and she was calm once more.
"Easy, love. I promised you we had all night. Now that we've taken the edge off our passion, we can explore each other more."
"I need you now! Devil take the edge."
"I'm going to hurt you, make you sore. Stop, please. No, love, wait." Finally he had to resort to simple strength to stop her. He let his full weight rest upon her, pinning her hips to the bed.