The first taste of Heidi was like a thousand gifts being bestowed upon him. Riches beyond his imagining, having her in his arms.
He deepened the kiss, needing to taste her, having wanted her in his arms for so many years.
Since he was a young boy on the cusp of adulthood, he had started to see Heidi in a new light. He had not been immune to her womanly curves that had formed overnight, her slim waist, long legs, and, not to forget, an ample bosom that was in perfect proportion to her body.
She was carefree about him. Her angelic smile, button nose, and large, blue eyes made watching her difficult. She was like an angel, gifted to the world, and him too.
He wasn't ashamed to remember the many nights he'd lain in bed, picturing this very kiss.
How had it taken them so many years to be here together? A waste, and one he was loath to repeat.
She clasped the lapels of his coat, inching close, and the kiss changed, morphed into something wild and hot. A kiss that spoke of years apart, of need and longing.
His head spun, and he reveled in the taste and feel of her. She was so passionate, met his kiss head-on, and mimicked his every move, making his body sing, and burn to have her.
"If you only knew how many times I've dreamed of this very moment," he confessed, kissing the sensitive skin beneath her ear. She shivered in his arms, tipping her head to one side.
"I've always wondered, too, Matthew," she whispered, gasping when he touched her lobe with his tongue. "What you would be like to kiss." Her hold on his lapels tightened. "I like what you're doing to me.”
Matthew reached for her, hoisting her onto his lap. Her hip settled against his ever-increasing manhood, and he did not try to hide how she made him feel.
They had spent hours in his father's library, this very room, reading books that were not for such a young person's eyes. They had laughed and giggled over drawings and explanations on the art of seduction and marriage.
Not to mention, they lived in the country, and animals did not concern themselves with who was watching them at any given time.
He cradled her in one arm, taking her lips in a searing kiss. She reached for his hand, placing it on her hip, before sliding his touch up her body to sit beneath her breast.
His cock stood to attention, blood pumping fast and hard in his veins.
"Touch me," she said, meeting his eyes.
He read the determination in her blue eyes and was resolved not to disappoint. He kept his hand on her stomach, keeping his hold on her there. She tried to take his hand and place it elsewhere, but he refrained, wanting to make his first touch of her memorable. Wanting to tease her a little first.
She wiggled in his hold. Her soft gasps and annoyed growls when he denied her made him smile. Heidi was all soft, womanly curves, just as he knew she would be.
And then he did touch her as she wished. He cupped the underside of her breast. Her pebbled nipple beaded through the thin material of her gown, and he rubbed his thumb across it, teasing it to a point.
"Mmm, that is lovely, I like what you're doing," she said, covering his hand with hers. "Now, touch me elsewhere, Matthew. And this time, do not tease me with caresses that go nowhere."
He grinned down at her, taking her mouth in a searing kiss. He clasped the nape of her neck, holding her still as he kissed them both to the point of madness.
He handled her through her dress, cupping her cunny and rubbing it in long, teasing strokes. His blood roared in his veins. He wanted her. He wanted to lay her down on the woolen rug, strip her naked and tup her to completion.
Damn, she felt good. So right that, for the first time in his life, he was where he wanted to be. Where he should always have been.
"Matthew," she murmured, her hand reaching down and pulling her gown upwards. "Here. Touch me here."
Fire licked through his soul at her request. He did as she asked, touching her with guarded strokes, rolling her sensitive bud with careful, determined strokes that he knew would drive her wild.
She had always been a hellcat. Now he would learn just how sharp her claws were.
He. Could. Not. Wait.
Heidi bit her lip to stop herself from moaning at Matthew's touch. So good, wicked, and fun. She wanted more. She wanted everything.
He leaned down and kissed her long and deep, his fingers playing her to a tune that they were both in harmony with.
But she wanted more.
Heidi broke the kiss and shuffled off his lap, kneeling before him. She clasped his jaw and brought his attention to her face. "I want to be with you. I want you to be the first man I take to my bed."
Heidi saw the confusion, the consideration of her words in Matthew's eyes.
"The first man? Can I hope? Am I being too forward to ask that I'm the only man you will take to your bed?" he asked her.
Heidi wanted that to be the case, even after all their years of bickering, being here tonight, talking to him for the first time in years; something had shifted between them, changed and healed.
She could not imagine going several more years without his friendship.
His love …
"It is not too much to ask," she replied, kissing him. They tumbled to the floor, and Matthew rolled her onto her back, coming over her.
She reveled in the feel of his weight, his strong, demanding body that called to hers.
Heidi lifted her dress with his help, their kiss a frenzy of need that had built up over the many years apart.
Maybe they were destined to always come together in such a way. Life had a funny way of working out, and deep down in her heart, she had always hoped to win his friendship back.
His heart …
Heidi reached between them and tore his breeches open. His manhood sprung between them, pushing against her mons, and she undulated against him, wanting him to satisfy the thrumming ache between her legs.
"Heidi," he groaned, settling between her legs, rubbing his manhood against her wet quim. "I'm going to shag you until you're begging me to relent."
She grinned, pulling him down so she could reach his mouth. She kissed him, deep and long, their tongues fighting the other for supremacy, before she broke the kiss and suckled his bottom lip, hard.
"Ouch," he growled. "You're to be tamed, I see." He pushed into her a little, rolling his hips as he waited for her to become accustomed to his size. He was large and long, a point she had known for several years after catching him sea bathing one summer's afternoon as naked as the day he was born.
They had not been friends then, had fallen out before the encounter, but it had taken all of her strength not to join him, test him to see what he would do had she been so brave.
"Is that as far in as you're going to go?" she taunted him. "I thought you were going to try and tame me, my lord?" she asked, her voice husky even to her own ears.
His eyes burned with a hunger that left her breathless. She adored seeing him so at sea. A man who wanted to please his lover and himself.
"I do not want to hurt you," he admitted.
Heidi wrapped her arms around his neck, slipping her legs over his hips and pulling him against her with her feet. "You will not hurt me, Matthew. Please, take me," she begged him. "I've wanted this too."
He groaned and kissed her before thrusting hard, taking her innocence and joining them forever. Relief swamped her that it was Matthew she was with and no one else. She had always wanted it just so, and this was the most perfect Christmas gift she could have received.
Other than his friendship once again.
"Heidi, you feel so good," he breathed against her lips. "I do not think I shall ever let you leave after this night."
She chuckled as her body slowly adjusted to his size. He rocked into her, slow at first, and then faster and faster. The sensation was odd but not awful, certainly nothing of the kind.
A fire, small at first, burned within her, and with each thrust, each kiss, that flame grew in ferocity and size until she was gasping his name, senseless of who may hear them in the library.
"Matthew," she panted.
He rolled onto his back and dragged her to sit on his lap. For a moment, she sat there, unsure of what she ought to do.
"Fuck me," he commanded her. "Ride my cock, make me pay for all the years I kept away."
His words sparked a need to make him pay, but somehow she knew in this warfare, they would both be winners.
There were no losers tonight, and never would be again.