e tugged the ribbon loose and moved aside the material to kiss her soft skin. He hadn't been patient or gentle with a woman in many years, but she made him think of her as the most precious treasure he'd ever held in his hands. Treating her so delicately enticed his own senses as well as hers, and he wanted it to last for a long while.

🌺 Evie moved one of her hands over his shoulder as the other rested on his hand. She clenched her fingers around his arm as he began to kiss and suck at her breasts. He buried his face against her neck and hungrily sucked behind her ear. She gasped at the rush of desire that shot through her and held onto him more.

🌺 Garson pulled her gown higher as he continued to suck on her neck. He pulled away and held her hands to pull her upright. She lifted her arms as he removed the gown but didn't have time to lower them before he laid her back down.

🌺 His hands slid up her sides to hold her as he nuzzled the space between her small round breasts. When his mouth moved to her nipple, he sucked it in deep and teased it with his tongue.

🌺 Evie couldn't stop the whimpers that insisted upon being heard. He moved to the other nipple and she looked down to see the first dark and swollen. It was hard and pointing upward in a way she'd never seen it do. He pulled his mouth away from the second one and it was the same. As he lightly pinched and tugged them between his fingers, she whimpered again and stared up at him.

🌺 He smiled down at her blushing expression and pressed his mouth against hers. She breathed in deeply as his tongue slipped inside. Her body relaxed onto the bed as their kiss lingered.

 The end of his beard tickled her soft skin as it fell beneath her chin, and she tried to suppress a giggle. When she failed, her eyes flew open and she stared at his curious glare.

 "Your beard," she said quietly and tugged the end to show him.

 He chuckled and moved his head back and forth to tickle her more. When she saw he wasn't upset by her outburst, she giggled again.

 She was shocked by the playfulness. She'd always heard sex was a serious obligation one did for procreation, and those who enjoyed it were depraved and godless. The way he smiled down into her eyes, happy about making her laugh, was anything but depraved and godless. With a deep breath she smiled up at him and touched his scar she had named a mountain.

 "Thank you," she whispered.

 He stilled himself when she touched him there again. He placed his hand over hers and blinked back the burning.

 "For what?" he whispered back.

 "Making me happy," she replied.

 He stared at her a moment, enjoying the feel of her loving touch and caressing her side with his other hand.

 "Make love to me, husband," she said in a low, shaky voice.

 Her words shocked him, but he didn't wait to ponder them before kissing her deeply. 

🌺 He slid his hand down her side and across her belly until it was between her thighs. His fingers stretched down to cup her soft mound beneath his hand, and she moaned into his mouth.

🌺 As his fingers spread her to enter, she opened her legs more. Her hands on his shoulders tightened when she felt one of his long thick fingers slip inside. She gasped and pulled her mouth away to breathe.

🌺 He watched to be sure she was all right as his finger moved in and out. She nestled her forehead against his chest as she moaned again. A second finger slid inside, and she started to feel the same sensation as before.

🌺 Just as she reached the edge of orgasm, he pulled them out and moved himself between her legs. He watched her expression as she stared up at him with worry.

🌺 She felt the large tip of his manhood as it entered her much slower than the first time. It felt much better than before. Her moaning became as rhythmic as his movements and reflective of the pleasure she quickly found in them.

🌺 As he continued to press in, he became larger and she looked anxiously up at him. He pulled out and pushed back in again, going a little deeper each time.

🌺 "I held back last time," he admitted. "I didn't want to bring you too much pain. Don't be afraid if it becomes uncomfortable. It will pass. I promise to help you enjoy it."

🌺 She watched him look down at her with concern. As she felt him go deeper, she understood better. Every time he pushed himself in, he was deeper than before, and she wondered how far it would reach. Her moaning became louder with a hint of discomfort, and she wondered if her body was even made for such an intrusion.

🌺 Garson gently pushed himself inside and pulled out just as slowly. He found an even rhythm and continued as he watched her try to adjust. When he was finally in all the way, he stopped and let her get used to it. Her hips began to move as she opened her eyes in expectation of more.

🌺 He smiled when she was ready and kissed her softly on the lips.

🌺 "That's it. Good girl," he praised to ease her worries.

🌺 He began his slow thrusts once more, and Evie held him tightly as her body responded to his lovemaking. The more he moved within her, the more she wanted. She gripped his arms that were holding him above her and lifted her hips to match each of his thrusts. She looked up in worry she was doing something wrong and found him smiling down at her.

🌺 He nodded at her unspoken concern and kissed her as he moved faster. Guiding her through their lovemaking did something to him, and any thought of ever letting her go vanished.

🌺 "Garson," she whimpered, and he quickly looked down at her.

🌺 She moaned and whimpered again as her grip on his arms tightened. He watched her expression as she began to climax. She moaned louder as it became stronger with each of his hard thrusts. The slow rise of the tide washing through her built higher and faster. Her body started to shake as her cries of ecstasy grew loud and desperate.

🌺 He felt her legs spread even wider as she pressed herself to meet his thrusts. He gave her all that she desired until her body shook almost violently beneath him. He orgasmed as she found her end, grunting against her hair. With several final, hard thrusts, it was completely over.

🌺 He stayed within her until she relaxed and kissed her softly. As he slowly moved away, he gave her more small kisses across her cheeks. She whimpered when he pulled himself out, the pressure briefly tugging at her opening. She closed her legs at the dull ache and felt something hot spilling out of her.

 "Don't move, love," he told her as he tenderly patted her legs.

 He reached over and grabbed a washcloth from the basin. He brought it between her legs to softly cleaned away the white stickiness. When he was done washing himself, he laid beside her and pulled her close.

 Evie snuggled into his arms and rested her head against his shoulder.

 "Are you all right? I didn't hurt you, did I?" he worried.

 She shook her head as he hugged her.

 "I never knew it was like that," she said quietly. "I don't only mean because of what happened before. I was always taught it was something different. I never knew it could be beautiful and feel good."

 He kissed the top of her head, relieved he had made her happy. 

 "I'll always make it feel good for you," he promised. "I'll make you as happy as you've made me."

 She pulled away to look up at him.

 "I make you happy?" she wondered in awe.

 "You do," he admitted. "Every part of you makes me smile inside, even if I have to look stern to others.

 Your long hair as soft as silk and bright as the center of the morning sun. Your eyes as clear as the sky holding up that sun. The rosy cheeks that become rosier when you're shy. This soft ivory skin as smooth as porcelain. The soft curves of your womanly body. The soft blush that covers it when I kiss you or touch you."

 His hand went to every part of her to caress it as he spoke of it.

 "More still is your sweet smile on your tempting lips," he added, his thumb brushing over them. "The dimples when you laugh at Ronan and Radnor making arses of themselves," he chuckled, and she smiled. "Your cheerfulness when you're impressed over the simplest of things.

 You make me feel like a king spoiling his queen, that what you have here is all you need to be content. It makes me wish to give you more, to give you the world that belongs at your feet.

 And even more than any of that, you make me feel like the most striking lord you've ever laid your innocent eyes upon. I feel my chin lift higher and my chest feel broader when I catch you looking at me.

 There's not a day that's gone by in my life when I had the audacity to believe anyone would see me as you do. As though I were the beast of a mountain being coveted by the stars in the sky. Though all I need is to be wanted by my moon."

 Tears slid down Evie's face and into her hair as he spoke with such eloquence of how she made him feel. She'd never heard such adoration, nor felt she would ever be the recipient of it.

 At a loss for words, she wrapped her arms tightly around him and held him close.

 "Is this love?" she whispered, fearful she was mistaken when she needed it so badly.

 He held her close and kissed her head.

 "It is for me," he quietly admitted.

 He felt her tears on his skin and pulled her away. He stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers and smiled at her.

 "Let's sleep for a while, love," he said. "I want to hold you all night."

 She nodded and yawned as she nestled against him.

 "Garson," she whispered as she drifted to sleep.

 "Yes?" he replied with closed eyes.

 "If I'm your moon, are you my mountain, or are you the beast that lives on it?" she asked dreamily.

 He chuckled and gave her a final kiss for the night. "I'm whatever you need me to be."