henry x bess | first time
With one last glance at Elizabeth’s red face, Henry lips trailed down the valley of her breasts to her bellybutton. The kisses were gentle, slow, almost reverent. An unexpected giggle made him pause an instant, but he understood he just kissed her sides. Elizabeth laughed in reaction, feeling ticklish there. Encouraged by her light attitude, his lips moved back on her face, her cheek and upwards, lips brushing her eyelids, the bridge of her nose, her forehead. He knew Elizabeth has never been with a man before and that he was going to hurt her at some point. A part of him hated himself for that, and the least he could do was trying to give her pleasure. The last thing he wanted was to make her terrified of sex: if she
enjoyed her first time, she would be more likely to satisfy him often in
the years to come. Furthermore, he started to care and to have affection for his future wife.
He put his weight on one elbow, allowing his other hand to travel down. The calloused palm caressed her flat stomack, her belly button, and then his hand drifted toward her still covered legs. Elizabeth shut her eyes, mouth closed at the sensation of the fabric of her nightgown being sliding up, and she tensed up in anticipation of feeling exposed. He gently kissed the tip of her nose to calm her.
Henry’s fingers moved now on the inside of her tights. A shiver run through her body and his betrothed’s bright blue eyes opened to meet his. They didn’t speak, or only a silent conversation –they never broke eye contact as he slid his hand dangerously close to the between of her legs. It wasn’t until he pressed a finger against her folds that a moan broke the quietude of her room.
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