A Season for Love (Completed)

Chapter 20. 1814

Olivia was staring at him, or rather, at his length. Her eyes were wide with both fascination and fear. It was evident that she had never seen one this close before, and it was a bit daunting.

James felt his heart squeeze again, realizing that his beautiful fiancée hadn't been given the opportunity to actually touch and feel the male genitals before they had been... He shivered, not wanting to think of that night. He wasn't going to be George Churchill, that was for certain.  Taking himself in hand, he moved closer to her, reaching out and taking her hand with his free one. His eyes remained fixed with hers, his voice soft as he spoke. "It won't hurt you my love, I promise."

Olivia swallowed hard, her hand shaking slightly. Her eyes remained glued on his length, marveling as to how large yet beautiful it was. She had never seen one so close, and it seemed as if it had a mind of its own. Her eyes met his, her voice barely above a whisper. "May I touch it?"

James. "Of course." He brought her hand down onto him, allowing her to grasp him with his guidance.

Olivia squeaked as she felt his length twitch beneath her fingertips, and she was wanting to yank her hand back. But she felt James keep her hand where it was, wanting her to feel exactly what it was like. She glanced up at him, her cheeks becoming pink. "Does it hurt? It doesn't seem very comfortable."

James chuckled. "It doesn't hurt, not at all. It doesn't stay like this all the time."

Olivia blinked, surprised. "It doesn't?"

James shook his head. "No, it goes soft when it is not being attended to."

Olivia glanced down at his intimate place before meeting his eyes again. "How does it need to be attended to?"

James realized with another jolt that Olivia had no idea about the pleasures intimacy could bring.  She only knew pain. He gently released her hand from his length, pulling her against him so that they were skin against skin. He kissed her sweetly, moving his hands to her curls. "I'll show you. And... I know we agreed that we would wait to be intimate tomorrow night, after the wedding. However, I don't believe my desire for you can be quenched any longer. I want to show you what it's like to be loved and pleasured, cherished and adored."

Olivia moved her fingertips through his chestnut curls. "My desire for you cannot be held back any longer. I want to show you what it's like to be loved and cherished by someone who isn't going to leave you."

James felt his eyes well up with tears at the significance of her words. With Melinda, he never felt love from her, not once. Their wedding night hadn't been potent. It had been just a quick romp in the sheets. But Olivia was wanting to show him love, just as he was wanting to show her. The tears began cascading down his cheeks as he felt her arms intertwine around him, pulling him tightly against her.

Olivia held her fiancé, her beautiful precious Duke, close to her heart. Her own tears flowed down her cheeks as she moved her fingers up and down his back, feeling his hands doing the same to her. She was going to be loved, and give him love in return. The one thing that both of them wanted and needed. The one thing they had both been denied. She brought his lips to hers for a tender kiss. "I love you."

James kissed her deeply. "I love you."

Their lips moved sweetly and slowly together as they positioned themselves on the bed. This night wasn't going to be rushed, not by any means. The spark had ignited. And the passion was about to take flame.