“Wiley?” I began to ask, my voice trembling from fear and unfulfilled want.
“Let’s pull down the covers, you’re shivering,” he said, reaching for the top of the bedding.
I let him unmake the bed and slipped between the crisp white sheets, Wiley’s sheets. Then as he moved to crawl in beside me I dared another look. My eyes filled with tears.
“What is it, June? If you don’t want to do this now, it’s all right. I can wait until you’re ready.”
“I…I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready,” I told him honestly. “I don’t think…”
“What? What are you worried about? You can tell me anything.”
I bit my lower lip, thought about it for a second or two, then decided to just come out with it. “I don’t think you’re going to fit.”
Wiley looked amused and for a second I thought that he was going to laugh. But then his expression turned serious. He eased me back down on the bed and settled himself between my legs. He kissed me softly on the mouth, then positioned himself between my thighs. I could feel the head of his penis as it touched my outer folds.
“It’ll fit, baby. Men and women have been doing this for a long time. We’re not any different. We’ll go slowly.” Wiley wrapped my hand around his penis.
“Feel how much I want you?”
“But, Wiley, you… You’re awfully big, Wiley, huge even. And…”
My eyes widened in panic as I felt the effect of my words on him, his erection growing even longer.
“Shh. Just rub it along the outside,” Wiley whispered into my ear.
The light in the room had faded but the moon was shining bright, a witness to our first attempt at lovemaking. I held my breath, closed my eyes and did as Wiley instructed. I was surprised by how soft he felt against me. I was slick and wet and with each stroke I just seemed to get more so. The tingling started up again low in by belly and I began to tense with anticipation.
“Breathe, baby,” Wiley whispered.
I looked up at him. His face was hovering over mine. I was struck by the intensity of emotion in it. Wiley was such a strong man. But with me, right then, he was as gentle as could be. He slid his fingers back inside, first two, then three. In and out they slid, deeper and deeper. My legs parted further and Wiley took one and wrapped it around his hip.
“Does that feel good, honey?”
“Oh, yes!” I gasped bringing my other leg up and holding on tight. I was breathing now, all right. Taking in great big gulps of air as Wiley began to rub my sweet spot. I began to tremble with fear and passion. I was getting closer and closer to the edge with each stroke.
Just as I was about to fall Wiley slowed down. He was breathing every bit as hard as I was, maybe even harder. In the quiet of the night all you could hear was our breathing. Wiley’s back was slick with sweat. I slid my palms over it and felt the muscles underneath ripple. He leaned down and kissed me. It was a deep kiss, a passionate kiss, a possessive kiss. It left no doubt in my mind that Wiley had been yearning for me every bit as much as I had yearned for him.
As the kiss ended I came to realize that he was positioned at my entrance, the tip of his penis just inside.
“It’s going to hurt for a second, June. But it’ll get better, I promise.”
And it did, both hurt and get better. Tears leaked from my eyes at first. Wiley kissed them away as he moved inside of me, whispering words that I had dreamt about. It didn’t last long, that first time, but it was sweet none-the-less.
Afterwards I went to the bathroom to clean up. When I returned to the bedroom Wiley was standing by the window, looking out.
“You all right?” I asked.
Wiley nodded, but he didn’t turn around. I heard him sniff and then watched as his hand moved up to his face and rubbed at his eyes, first one then the other.
I walked over to him, terrified that I’d done something wrong or that he thought we’d done something wrong.
“Wiley?”
He took me in his arms and hugged me tight.
“Oh, June. I love you so much. I’m certain I don’t deserve you but I promise that I’ll work really hard each and every day to be deserving. I promise.”
“I believe you, Wiley. I love you, too. Come to bed. Sleep,” I said as I stepped out of his embrace.
“I changed the sheets,” he said, pulling back the covers.
It was a simple thing, but it said a lot.
“Thank you,” I told him, as I slid in alongside him. I rested my head on Wiley’s chest and listened to his heartbeat.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked me after a minute or two.
“Just wondering how we’re going to plan a wedding in less than two weeks. Everyone’s gonna think we’re crazy.”
“We could tell people you’re pregnant.”
“Oh good Lord! Momma would kill me, Wiley, and you too!”
“We could tell people the truth. That since the day I got my discharge papers I’ve been thinking of one thing and one thing only.”
I sat up and looked at Wiley then.
“And what was that?”
“That I’d be having June…in August,” he said before pulling me back down and making love to me all over again.
We fell asleep in one another’s arms but true to his word Wiley woke before sun-up and saw me home. He kissed me goodbye at the back door and told me he’d be over after supper to talk to Daddy. As the sun came up over the hill I watched Wiley hop over the fence and head on over to his Momma’s. He slept in his old room that night and every night after, until our wedding night on August 31, 1969. Momma made a huge fuss about not having enough time to plan a proper wedding. She wanted to wait until the following year. But Wiley? He was dead set on August, and I was too. So, August it was.
The End
Samantha Sommersby left what she used to call her "real life" day job in the psychiatric field to pursue writing full-time in 2007. She is the author of a dozen novels and novellas including several single title Contemporary and Historical Romances as well as the critically acclaimed Paranormal Romance series, Forbidden. She also writes the Fallen Siren series for Penguin/Roc as S.J. Harper in collaboration with author Jeanne C. Stein. The first book in that series, Cursed, will be released in October of 2013.
Sam currently lives with her husband and cocker spaniel, Buck, in a century old Southern California Craftsman. On the rare occasion when she manages to set aside some play time for herself, you'll most likely find her reading a book, at the movies, or out wine tasting. Most days, she happily spends her days immersed in a world where vampires, werewolves, and demons are real, myths and legends are revered, magic is possible, and love still conquers all.
Penguin/Roc (As S.J. Harper)
The Fallen Siren Series order
Cursed
All Romance eBooks (As Samantha Sommersby)
The Soldier & the Spy
Once Upon and Heiress
June in August
Blackout
Touch of Fire
Samhain Publishing (As Samantha Sommersby)
Shelter from the Storm
The Forbidden Series order
Forbidden: The Sacrifice
Forbidden: The Ascension
Forbidden: The Revolution
Forbidden: The Temptation
Coming Together (As Samantha Sommersby)
Coming Together: Under Fire
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