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Chapter Ten
It was as if they never kissed, as if they never touched, once they returned to the cabin. It was so awkward at first. Neither of them discussed what happened. If he looked at her, she was too embarrassed to face him. So Vincent busied himself with making a fire, and warming up the cabin.
"We better get you out of those wet clothes,” he said, breaking the silence.
"What about you?” Barbara asked, disconcerted at the idea of being unclothed in his presence.
"I am more worried about you getting sick, sugar.” Vincent picked up a blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders. He bent down to kiss her cheek and she pulled back sharply.
"Is there a reason you turned me away?” He would never understand women. The kiss they shared earlier said she enjoyed the experience, and yet she was running from him now at the slightest brush of his lips.
"No."
"Are my kisses not good enough for you?"
"No—It's not that—It's just—"
"Just what? Just that I am not good enough for you or your prissy life?"
"No! I'm a virgin!"
He watched her face turn crimson before she turned away quickly, obviously embarrassed to have said that out loud. She covered her face with her hands before continuing. “I have never felt this way about a man before, never wanted more, but—"
Vincent sat down next to her on the bed, and she rolled into him as the mattress gave way from his weight. He tried to make his words comforting, “But you are scared."
"Mmm-hmmm."
He had an overwhelming desire to protect her, but at the same time he never wanted her more. Taking her for the first time would hurt. There was no getting around that brief pain. He didn't want another man teaching her about love. He couldn't stand the thought of some other lucky bastard taking her virginity.
"You know I would never hurt you, Barbara. Do you trust me?"
"Yes. I trust you."
"There are ways a man can love a woman without taking her virginity. Would you let me love you like that?"
"I don't know about that...” Her voice trailed off.
He cupped her chin, tilting her head up to his, as he bent down in a kiss. His lips barely brushed hers before he spoke again. “You can trust me."
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"I trust you, Vince,” she said just before his mouth pressed down against hers. His lips were more persuasive than she cared to admit. Her arms snaked around his shoulders pulling him into her. Feelings that had been too long denied, wrapped themselves around her chest. A familiar pressure built in her chest, snaking down into her stomach.
He peeled the wet clothing from her skin, hardly taking the time to lay the clothing over the chair to dry. She folded her arms over her breasts attempting to hide herself from him.
"You can always trust me to take care of you, Barbara. I won't hurt you.” His voice broke with huskiness. Gently he slipped his hand under her arms, cupping one breast in his hand.
The feelings he woke in her made her want more. Shy at first of sharing her body, she was slow to remove her arms. It wasn't until he bent his head to kiss her breasts that she thought to put her hands on him. He sucked on her nipple, causing it to peak under his masterful tongue. She traced her fingers through his short chestnut hair, pulling him closer.
What was that in her belly she was feeling? A pressure so intense she wanted to say something, do something to relieve it. It was even now unfurling through her belly, lowering to a space between her legs.
Suddenly her feet were lifted out from under her. She gasped out in surprise as two strong arms carried her to the bed. His lips locked on hers, his tongue questing, demanding nothing less than complete surrender. The kiss sent the pit of her stomach into a wild swirl.
With experienced hands, he removed the last of her undergarments and her torn stockings. Vince knelt above her, making no attempt to hide the fact that he was watching her, soaking in every beautiful feature.
"Are you done?” she asked innocently.
"Not by a long shot, sugar. I was just getting started.” He looked her over seductively. His hands caressed her ribcage, moving downward. He dropped kisses where his fingers had touched, licking and sucking the flesh. It was driving her mad with desire. Barbara didn't know what she wanted, but she knew she wanted more of him.
When he parted her legs, she panicked, attempting to close them tightly. “What are you doing?"
"Trust me, sugar. Just relax.” His voice was smooth, but insistent.
"I can't relax. I've never done this before. What are you planning on doing?” She was trembling beneath him, not from fear, but anticipation.
"You really want to know? I am going to kiss you here.” His hand cupped her sex. She was a little shocked at the way it felt to have his warm hand against her flesh. She felt embarrassed, and yet it felt good.
And when he parted her legs for the second time, she did not fight him. She trembled in anticipation, her breath coming faster as she watched his head disappear between her legs.
"Oh, my God!” She threw her head back, her long blonde hair splaying around her. He was doing things to her that made her unable to stop from crying out. “Yes."
She was drawn to a height of passion she had never known before. Her head reeled with these strange new feelings. Unconsciously her hands were drawn to his hair, pulling those magic lips of his into her cunt. She felt much wetter, much hotter, and she couldn't help but feel she wanted something more.
Oh, God! What was he doing? The breath caught in her throat as she felt his lips on her womanhood. He pulled the bud of her clitoris into his mouth, working it back and forth, sucking and pulling it gently to and fro. Her hips bucked up under him and he pushed her firmly back into the mattress. He gave her no quarter, not stopping, and the crescendo built inside of her, the pressure ever increasing, until she was finally pushed over the edge. “Vince, oh...” She moaned, her body still quivering from the remnants of ecstasy.
Seeming satisfied at her body's response, he worked his way back up to her lips, pressing his firm body against hers. He kissed her and she could taste herself on his lips. A sweet taste, but unfamiliar. She wasn't sure why it gave her pleasure to taste herself, but it did.
His cock pressed into her thigh, still hard. She wanted him higher and between the juncture of her thighs. She wriggled under him, hoping to shift him there. While he did not move where she wanted, he did press his groin back to match her thrust. Barbara did it again, hoping he would continue to grind against her. Their bodies grew more fervent and more impassioned in their demands. Her eager response matched his thrust for thrust.
"You are going to have to stop that, or I will not be able to stop myself, sugar."
"But I don't want to stop."
"Do you want me to finish?"
Barbara felt a lurch of excitement inside of her. “Yes. I want to feel you inside of me."
He seemed to think for a moment before he got off her. “Okay. All you have to do is to relax and trust me. I want you to get on all fours for me. Can you do that?"
She got into position, and looked over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of him undressing, pulling his pants down. “Like this?"
"Just like that.” His voice held his approval.
His cock sprang eagerly as he finished undressing, already hard and long. Her gasp was audible at the first sight of him. She swallowed hard, not knowing what he was going to do next. Her gaze followed him as he walked to the nightstand and picked up a bottle of oil from inside the drawer then crept back on the bed, facing her, and held the bottle out to her.
Sitting up on her knees, she took the glass bottle and opened it, oiling her hands. Unsure of what to do next, she looked up at him with the question in her eyes.
He answered her by placing her hands on his cock, and his cock jerked in her hands. She moved to pull away and he wrapped his hand around hers, working them in an up and down motion. Mor
e confident with time, her touch grew firmer.
"Now, the trick to this is to relax. Did I ever tell you how sexy your ass is?” He gave her a smile that made her pulse race.
She went back on all fours, knowing he intended to take her, bracing herself for his entry. When she felt his experienced hands on her ass, she tightened her buttocks in response.
"No, sweetheart. You gotta relax or it will hurt.” He used the oil to help lubricate her opening, stretching her pink rosebud, circling the opening. First with one finger, he swept inside, and then two fingers entered her, moving in and out with delicious ease. He used his tongue, occasionally working her clit to help get her in a more aroused state.
"I didn't think you'd be going there."
"Relax, sugar. People have been doing this since biblical times, and it will allow you to keep your virginity."
