Delia watched Nickolas breathing heavily, the sound filling the room.

"What is this?" she asked referring to the stickiness on her fingers.

Nickolas smiled at her and handed her a wet towel by the basin of water by the bed "That's my seed, sweet love."

"You mean this is what makes the babies?' she asked rubbing her hands fearfully.

Nickolas laughed at her. "You can't get with child if it's on your fingers. It has to enter your body," he explained.

She blushed knowing how that happened. She shook her head. "I will surely burn in hell for what I've done today."

"I'm sure if you go to confession Father McGuinely will absolve you, isn't that how it works?" Nickolas asked teasing.

She bit her lip and fought her own smile. "The problem is I'm not the least bit sorry, that makes me a wanton woman doesn't it?"

"No. It makes you a desirable, curious woman."

"You find me desirable?" Delia asked wide eyed. "Sweet God yes. Let me show you how much. Will you sweet Delia?"

Delia shook with nervousness and indescision. Nickolas' hands went to her face and his lips brushed hers softly, then as her mouth parted his mouth was more insistent, his tongue caressed hers and she darted back shocked. "What was that? You...you put your tongue in my mouth."

"That's how men and women kiss each other," Nickolas exlained.

"Oh,'' she said, trying to stop the butterflies in her stomach.

"Did you like it?" Nickolas asked her.

She nodded slowly. "I believe I did."

Nickolas smiled at her and kissed her again, taking his time. Slowly, leisurely he made love to her mouth. His hands went up along her rib cage to rest under the curves of her breasts through the material of her dress. Delia gave a soft moan and arched slightly against him.

"Delia, let me touch you. Let me touch your sweet, soft skin," Nickolas begged against her mouth.

"Yes," she whispered.

Nickolas undid the buttons of her dress and pulled the top half down around her waist. "If there's anything you don't like, let me know," he told her.

Delia could only nod, her mouth unable to form the words. This fire raging through her blood was stealing all coherent thought. His fingers grazed her nipples gently and Delia gasped at the wonderful feelings. "Sweet lord," she moaned as his hands cupped her breasts.

"Like silk," he said lowering his mouth to capture one in his mouth.

Delia cried out at the suckling motions of his lips. She had no idea men did this. It was surely only for nursing babies but dear lord, how it felt. Her hands wound themselves in his gloriously thick golden hair. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, he stopped.

"Stand up, love," Nickolas whispered.

Delia's eyes never left his as she stood up in front of him. Odd, half naked in front of him and she felt no shame.

"Beautiful," he whispered. His fingers travelled down her waist to rest on her hips and undo the back laces that kept her skirt up. It fell around her feet. Her underclothes fell next as his fingers moved expertly. Now she was fully exposed to him and Nickolas thought he was looking at an angel. His hands moved to her thighs and pulled her towards him. "Now lay wth me sweet Delia."

Without protest, Delia stretched herself out on the bed beside him. Her eyes looked up at him, trusting and Nickolas felt an odd emotion constrict in his chest. He lowered his mouth to hers again and let his hands roam free on her silken curves. "Touch me sweet love. Touch me," Nickolas urged as his mouth returned to devour her.

Delia ran her fingers along his chest down towards his stomach. She froze when she felt his fingers slip through her soft curls to touch her beneath her legs.

"It's alright sweetheart. Does it feel good?" Nickolas asked knowing what she'd say. He stroked her gently not yet touching that small nub of flesh but around it so she would become acustomed to the sensations. Her hips rolled slightly.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice quivering slightly.

"I will please you now sweet love, as you did to me," he explained. His finger flicked the sensitive nub once.

"Oh God!" Delia moaned arching. Never had she felt anything like this.

"It's only the beginning love. I promise."

"Oh please do that again," she begged. He kissed her and then stroked the small nub until her folds were damp with desire and she was shaking and rolling her hips with need.

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