Relax.” He held her gaze with his heated one. “Our bodies are made to do this, strange as it seems. And no matter what you’ve been told, it’s the most natural ting in the world.”
“It doesn’t feel natural.”
“That’s because you’re resisting it.” He nuzzled her cheek, then whispered, “Don’t fight it. Let go. I promise I won’t hurt you any more than necessary.”
“That’s not terribly reassuring,” she said as he pushed farther inside her.
With a strangled laugh, he pressed his mouth to her ear. “Shall I tell you a joke to keep your mind off it?”
She arched one eyebrow. “A naughty one, I suppose.”
“Of course.”
When he eased deeper into her, she stiffened, unable to prevent it. It was too strange-having him inside her, so thick, so unwieldy. “A-all right.”
“An old man asked his daughter what sort of plant she thought grew the fastest. She said, ‘A saddle pommel.’ ‘How so?’ he asked. ‘Because,’ she said, ‘when I was riding behind the footman and I was afraid of falling off, he told me to reach around his waist to grab the pommel. It was no bigger than a finger when I grabbed it, but by the time we reached home it was as big around as my wrist!

Author: Sabrina Jeffries