Miss Foxworth's Fate (8 page)

A chill swept over her as Philip pulled his head from her mound.

She risked a quick glance down at him, only to see his blazing eyes smiling at her. His lips shone from her moisture, and the desire in his eyes overwhelmed her.

“Abby, I have to make you mine, love. I
have
to.”

She tried to clear her befuddled thoughts. He was asking her something. Asking her permission to...to take her. Well, bloody hell. If he thought he was going to get away
without
doing that, he was fair and far off.

Words failed her. She simply opened her arms and held them out to him.

His gaze never left hers as he slid up her body, and finally,
finally
, she felt his cock against her.

Philip wondered if he’d survive this experience.

His pulse was thundering in his ears, his cock had developed a hair trigger, and his balls were hard enough for a quick game of conkers if he’d been so inclined.

He wasn’t inclined at all. He was inclined to get inside Abby at the earliest possible moment. “This may hurt, sweetheart. It’s your first time,” he breathed, drowning in her eyes.

She smiled. “You won’t hurt me, Philip,” she said, widening her thighs to settle him even more comfortably.

And he wouldn’t. Not if he could help it. With a shaking hand, he positioned the head of his cock at her wet and slippery entrance and slid forward, clenching his teeth as her hotness closed around him.

She gasped and he stopped. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, it’s just so
strange
...” Her eyes were wide, watching him as he claimed her body.

Her words fueled his need to plunge deep into her and seat himself to the hilt, but he held back, reining in his urges and forcing himself to go slowly. A wry thought crossed his mind that if his cock had been a horse, it would have choked itself to death long before now, so hard was he pulling on the reins.

He let his hips push his cock a little deeper, slowly and easily sinking into her slick darkness. Her juices smoothed his way, and when he felt the light barrier of her maidenhood, he paused.

“I’m touching you, Abby, and I can’t stop. Forgive me?”

With a quick move he pushed deeper, obliterating the delicate tissues that barred his way.

He was finally where he wanted to be. Deep inside Abigail Foxworth.

Chapter 8

For Abby, the taking of her virginity had been a momentary burning thing, quickly replaced by the amazing feel of Philip’s hardness sliding into her, filling her and bringing her a sense of completion she’d never have believed possible.

She tightened her thighs around him, holding him right where he was, wanting to explore this new feeling for a few moments.

As if he understood, he stilled, letting her become accustomed to his cock as it stretched and forced her body into new and wonderful shapes. She opened her eyes and found him gazing down at her, with a mixture of expressions changing the blue and gold irises to pure fire.

She saw desire and need, but she also saw concern and...and...something else. Something that warmed her and made her want to cry.

She saw love.

She closed her eyes against it, and refocused on her body as it accommodated itself to his.

“All right, sweetheart?” he asked softly.

“Oh yes,
more
than all right,” she whispered.

His body shuddered against her flesh as he gently withdrew and then moved back again, beginning a slow and gentle rhythm against her inner silk.

“Tell me if this pains you, darling,” Philip said hoarsely.

She opened her eyelids a little, and saw him tilt his head. He was watching their bodies as they parted and merged again, in a move as old as time, yet as new to her as tomorrow’s sunrise.

His expression sent an erotic shudder through her, and suddenly she found herself responding to his thrusts with movements of her own.As if finally awakened, her body throbbed and yearned, and she raised her hips a little to encourage him on.

Places inside her swelled and thrummed with pleasure at each stroke of his cock, and as he increased his speed, she began to drown beneath his sensual possession.

His body was touching hers now as he buried himself deeper each time. His hand slipped between them and added a soft stroke to her inflamed flesh.

She gazed, spellbound, eyes barely focusing, as he aroused her to new heights, bringing her along with him and letting her feel the pleasure he brought to them both.

She could stand it no more. She closed her eyes and let the moment take her. She was filled with Philip, surrounded by Philip, being loved by Philip. Her body was answering his call like a warhorse hearing the trumpet sounding the charge. Her heart galloped full tilt, her spine rigid, and his cock plundered her very soul.

She stiffened and cried out.

The exquisite shudders ran through her body once more, stealing her breath and this time forcing her sheath to clamp onto the one thing that had been missing from her earlier orgasms.

Philip’s cock.

And Philip swore she was going to rip that cock right off.

He felt her begin to climax beneath him, and it took no more than her first rippling spasm to bring him to his own peak. His neck snapped back, his balls tightened up into a knot, and with a hoarse cry he emptied himself into Abby.

God knew he hadn’t intended to. His initial plan had been to withdraw and spend harmlessly onto the grass before reaching his peak. But wild horses couldn’t have pulled him from her burning heat at this moment, and he knew it. Her soft folds had lured him in and captured him within her as surely as the strongest chains.

He spurted again and again, his orgasm leaving him shuddering and weak, milked dry by her clenching muscles. It was wonderful, incredible, and it took his heart away.

It was as if by claiming her virginity, he had allowed her to claim his soul. He didn’t want to pull out of her. Ever.

“Abby,” breathed Philip, panting, as he lay on top of her. “My God, Abby.”

She was silent beneath him, and for a terrible moment he wondered if he’d killed her.

Then she grunted. “I can’t catch my breath, Philip,” she said, struggling a little.

And no wonder. He found himself flat on her chest, squashing her lungs and completely covering her with his large body. He muttered an apology and slid to the side, sighing as his softening cock slipped wetly from between her legs. “Are you all right?”

She turned her eyes to him, lids heavy with passion and perspiration dewing her upper lip. He touched that lip gently with his fingers. “Define ‘all right’,” she grinned.

His heart soared. His smile came from his guts somewhere, and his throat clogged. He did the only thing he was capable of at that moment. He leaned over and kissed her. Slow and gentle, this kiss was a special thing, a pledge, a promise, a warm touch of lips to lips.

She sighed as he withdrew and let him cuddle her against him as the sun danced over their intertwined bodies. “Philip,” she sighed, lazily running her hands over his chest. “That was so...so...”

“Yes. It was, wasn’t it?” He couldn’t help the note of satisfaction creeping into his voice. He, Philip Ashton, had deflowered Miss Abigail Foxworth, and she’d enjoyed every minute of it. He’d honorably discharged his duties as a man. He’d claimed and pleasured his woman.

For right now, the world was perfect.

“Umm...” She hesitated.

“What, Abby?” His hand traced delicate circles on her hip, gently smoothing and caressing her as his mind purred with satisfaction.

“I know I am—
was
—a virgin. I wasn’t experienced at all in this sort of thing. Do...do men
mind
?”

Philip chuckled, feeling Abby’s head rise and fall with his low laughter. “Abby, men don’t mind. Not when it’s a special woman. Our woman. It’s a wonderful thing to share that first time with the one woman who turns us into quivering lumps of lustful porridge.”

Abby giggled and raised herself up on one elbow. “I do that to you? Turn you into a quivering lump of porridge?”

“Behold. Breakfast trembles.” He held out one hand, and sure enough there was still a slight shake to it.

Abby sighed in contentment and settled back onto his chest. “Good. Because you certainly made me quiver. In a lot of interesting places, too.”

“Did I hurt you, love?” Philip asked the question again, knowing he was not a small man, and worrying for once that his size might not be an advantage.

“Just a slight pinch. Nothing to worry about. I was so involved in all the other things you were doing, that I barely noticed.”

Philip sighed with relief.

“But I must confess something,” she added.

Philip paused. “What’s that?”

“I’m hungry. Does this kind of thing always give one an appetite?”

Philip’s shout of laughter scared the birds from the trees. “Only if you’ve done it right, sweetheart,” he grinned. “Time for our picnic, do you think?”

“Oh yes. Yes indeed.”

They sat up on the blanket and Abby reached for her gown.

Philip stopped her with his arms. “Forget clothes, Abby. You won’t need ‘em. Not for a while. The sun is warm, there’s no one for miles around, and it’s a chance for us to play Adam and Eve. In our own private Eden.”

Abby stilled in his embrace as she considered the notion. She turned slightly and eyed him, a wicked grin on her lips. “Are you sure?”

Philip nodded and kissed her. “As sure as I’ve ever been about anything, love.”

He released her and stood, stretching, and enjoying this newfound feeling of joy, which suffused him from his heels to his eyebrows.

Abby folded her legs beneath her and made to stand, but Philip shook his head. “Wait a few minutes, Abby. There’s something I must attend to.” He rummaged in the basket and pulled a napkin out, then disappeared for a moment towards the stream.

When he reappeared, he had a dripping wet napkin in his hand and a huge grin on his face. He couldn’t help himself. The grin seemed to be nailed on. It wouldn’t go away. Hell, he didn’t want it to.

The sight of the smears of Abby’s virginal blood on his cock had sent shivers through him as he’d cleaned himself in the stream, and his male possessiveness was choking him with the need to tend his woman.

He approached her as she watched him, a look of curiosity on her face. “I’m going to take care of you, Abby,” he said, deliberately showing her the cloth, and hoping she wouldn’t realize that his words meant so much more.

He didn’t want to scare her right at this precious moment, but if she had any notions of refusing his offer now, she might as well forget them.

She was his. Irrefutably, permanently, til-death-did-them-part,
his
.

*~~*~~*

Abby’s lungs forgot to work as she watched Philip stride towards her, his cock and his balls lying softly between his legs, surrounded by a dark frame of hair.

It was a picture she’d never forget.

So strong, so handsome, with those eyes shining at her with tenderness and desire. Her heart melted, and she gripped on to what little was left of her wits. She eyed the dripping cloth. “What are you planning on doing with that?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Simply making you comfortable, sweetheart. Lie back. Trust me.”

She snorted. As if he needed to tell her to trust him. She’d just lain with the man, for goodness sake. How much more trust could she possibly place in him? Obedient to his push, she lay down, and jumped as he swept the cloth between her thighs and across her mound.

“Aaargh, Philip...that’s
cold...”
Torn between a laugh and a shriek, she let him cleanse her body of their juices, carefully tending the delicate tissues and turning her skin rosy with his attentions.

“Sore, sweetheart?” His question brushed over her skin as he bent over her.

“Um...” She explored her body’s sensations. “A little. Not much. Actually, not much at all.”

“Good,” he purred, finally finishing his task to his satisfaction. “It will be even better the next time.”

“The next time?” Dammit. She’d squawked. She’d intended to be cool and self-possessed about all this, but that resolution had flown out of her mind with the first ripples of her first orgasm.

“Oh yes, Abby. The next time. And there will be many more next times, I can assure you.” Philip’s eyes blazed. “But not today. You must rest and heal a little before we can move on to other things.”

Abby was torn. Part of her wanted to protest his calm assurance that they would do...
this
...again, and another part desperately wanted to find out what those “other things” he was talking about might be.

She sniffed. It seemed like an inadequate response, but it sufficed until she could get her jumbled thoughts in order.

Philip merely grinned. “How about some food?”

Her stomach rumbled loudly in response, and his grin became a laugh. “I’ll take that as a definite ‘yes’.”

Mother Nature seemed to smile on their meal, shedding brilliant rays on their naked bodies and telling her creatures to serenade them. Abby drifted on a sea of contentment as she polished off her second blackberry tart and declared herself full. Philip tossed back the dregs of his wine and joined her, lying beside her and pulling her into his body. She marveled at how perfectly her curves matched his, and how comfortably her head rested on his shoulder. Replete and sated, their conversation lagged, and they both allowed the beauty of this idyllic moment to creep into their minds, lulling them into a light doze.

Abby jerked awake as a hand gently circled her breast.

“I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to wake you. It’s just that this little bit here was calling for some attention.”

She blinked, and looked down to where his hand was stroking her skin. Her nipples were hardening and he hadn’t even touched them.

“It’s incredible,” she breathed, “how your touch affects me so.”