CHAPTER 13

“I have never done this before,” Talia confessed as she stood right in front of him after their romantic dinner in the royal villa, they were residing in for their one-week honey moon.
He could tell she was scared and innocent. He had only slept with one woman and now he had to consummate his marriage or else all hell will break loose. Talia was likeable and he had no doubt she would be just the right one for him now.
Neal titled her chin up and gazed into those emerald green eyes.
“You don’t know have to know how to do anything,” he said sliding his and along her jaw and down her throat, where he could feel the wild beat of her pulse. Her heart raced, drumming through his fingernails.
“I know what to do, this is my job,” he reassured her.
Dipping his head, he kissed the side of her neck, her jaw and then the corner of her lips. Her lower lip quivered and he kissed the quiver.
Talia shivered as Neal kissed her, she closed her eyes and tried to relax.
As he caressed her, she lifted her hand to explore his throat and jaw. Neal caressed the length of her, waking her entire body, making her ache and crave, her body tightening, her breasts peaking, nipples growing taut beneath the silky fabric of her gown.
She gasped as Neal’s hand slide along her bare thigh. His skin on hers felt even better than skin through clothes and she was impatient to feel more of his body against hers.
Neal unzipped the zipper hidden in the seam of the gown; her dress suddenly tumbled down and he lifted her onto the bed.
Kissing her shoulder, he unhooked the lace and silk bustier and peeled it down, covering one suddenly exposed nipple with his mouth. Talia arched against the feel of his hot, damp mouth on her even hotter skin and reached to dig her fingers into his hair, needing contact as his tongue flicked and licked her taut aching flesh.
Neal took his time to kiss and caress both breasts, and then her rib cage and down her flat belly to the silky barrier of her panties. As he kissed her hipbones, he slid his hands beneath her bottom, lifting her slightly and making her insides feel so hot and wet she was afraid she’d met in his hands.
“Neal!” she moaned as he stroked her mound though the now damp red silk.
Did he do this with her? She should just forget it; it was her that was with him right now and not Chloe.
Neal ignored the plea in her voice, concentrating instead on the tender skin on her inner thighs, his tongue exploring that small hollow between her inner thigh and the elastic of her silk underwear.
Talia cried out when Neal put his mouth on her, kissing her through the silk, his lips covering, wrapping her tight, hard nub. She was receiving many firsts with him and this feeling was extreme.
She grabbed at his shoulders, her hands pressing against his muscles. When his tongue stroked down the lines of her inner lips she bucked, finding the sensation quite overwhelming.
“No more!” she begged.
Neal slipped her panties off, parted her knees, parting them to kiss her without any interference. He knew that it was her first time and he wanted to give her the pleasure of that. He wanted her to know how good it can be between them.
Love may not yet be there but he was planning on making sure that he satisfies both his and her needs in that department. Talia cried out as his tongue touched between her, the alternate licking and sucking that made her wet with her own desire.
“Take this off, please!” Talia begged as she pulled his clothes.
Neal smiled seeing how eager his bride was to have him. He undressed himself while she shyly looked at him. Everything about her made him proud. He was the first man she was seeing naked and the first she was begging just to have her. She was his and his alone. No one would ever take her away from him; he would make sure of that.
Talia watched as Neal climbed back onto the bed and straddled her. His body was a map of muscles and planes. She couldn’t resist touching his abdomen, with the hollows and cuts in the muscle, and below his lean torso was a very big, very intimidating erection.
Nervously she touched the end of his shaft, the head surprisingly hot and silky in her palm. Curious, she wrapped her other hand around the thick shaft, sliding her hand up and down.
He hissed and she looked up at him and saw the hunger in his eyes. It was something she had only seen in movies. He liked it, she thought, feeling powerful. She could do something he liked and she wanted to do it again.
Gripping tighter, she stroked the length of his shaft, a little faster, a little harder, and she felt him tense and his lips parting in a silent groan of pleasure.
He stopped her abruptly and lifted her hand off his body.