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When James shifted over her, parting her thighs and settling against her, she worried about being able to accept him. But within seconds she was again consumed by the desire flaring between them.
“Touch me, Pia,” he said hoarsely.
He sipped and feasted on her lips, his hands readying her with a gentle kneading. Pia responded in kind, meeting his mouth and trailing her fingertips over the corded muscles of his back.
This was the moment she’d waited a lifetime for. He was the man she’d waited for.
James nudged her, and Pia concentrated on relaxing as he sucked on her lower lip.
Lifting his head, he muttered, “Wrap your legs around me.”
Oh, sweet heaven. She’d never been plastered, open and exposed, to an aroused male before.
She concentrated on what she’d imagined countless times in her fantasies, where her partner’s features had always been indistinct but he’d carried an aura so very much like James’s.
She did as he instructed, and James grasped her hips in his hands.
He looked deeply into her eyes and then gave her a quick, gentle kiss.
“Let me take you, Pia,” he said throatily. “Let me bring you pleasure.”
She arched toward him, and in response, he buried his head in her neck and penetrated her.
Pia gasped, and then bit down hard on her lip.
James froze.
Moments passed and they held still. The thumping of his heart sounded against hers.
He lifted his head, his expression puzzled, and also shocked and doubtful.
“You’re a virgin.”
He stated it with surprise.
She wet her lips. “W-was. I think past tense is appropriate.”
She felt full and stretched, almost to the point of the unbearable, where pleasure met pain. It was a strange sensation that she tried to get used to.
“Why?”
She swallowed, and then whispered, “I wanted you. Is that so bad?”
James closed his eyes, his muscles remaining full of tension as he rested his forehead against hers and then muttered a self-deprecation. “You’re so unbelievably tight and hot. Sweet like I’ve never experienced… Pia, I can’t—”
Afraid he’d pull out, she clamped her legs around him. “D-don’t.”
After a moment, some of the tension eased out of him—almost as if he was reluctantly admitting defeat.
“I’ll try to make it good for you from now on,” he muttered, as if the words were torn from him.
“Yes.”
He moved slowly then, his hands pressing the right spots and easing the tension in her body.
Pia focused on relaxing and concentrated on the sensation of his movements.
Slowly, slowly, she felt a small spark, and then a faint tingle. She was awakening, her body coming to life under his sure ministrations.
