She kissed him back, shyly at first. She wasn’t used to showing physical affection, let alone desire, but he broke down all her barriers and made her feel safe to express all her stored-up affection.
He was at her breasts again and sending jolts of desire to the juncture of her legs with the delicious things he was doing with his mouth. She moaned, arching her body and clutching at him, desperate for more. He growled again—I love it when he does that!—as he renewed his assault on her breasts. After a bit he raised his head, his face pink with effort, his breathing rapid. “Forgive my crudity, but I so want to fuck you. Will you allow me to prepare you to take me?”
She smiled, panting a little, shocked and thrilled by his blunt speech. “Of course.” She added awkwardly, “I want you, too.”
He groaned. “I’m so afraid of hurting you, but I want you fiercely. Please forgive me if I lose control.”
She swallowed, her body convulsing with a deep throb of desire and flood of wetness between her legs. “I doubt you will hurt me, and even if you do, it will be momentary, I’m sure. I—I am quite desperate for you Emrys. Please touch me, I want to feel you.”
“Annis!” He reached for her mouth and kissed her. A devouring savage kiss that made her lose the last of her reserve and fling herself against him, undulating with pent-up desire, pressing her sex against his thigh with wanton abandon, anything to assuage the throbbing ache between her legs.
He shifted over her, moving to situate himself between her legs, and reaching down to stroke her swollen, wet flesh with his fingers, he pushed one and then rapidly two fingers inside her, and she groaned with the relief. She had not known it was possible to ache with the desire to have something thrust inside her. She remembered his talk of candlesticks and would have laughed if she weren’t so overwrought with longing.
His hard, hot cock poked into her belly. It was plenty huge now; she could feel it.Would it fit? His fingers were one thing, but that great stave?
He added another finger, sliding them in and out rapidly, his thumb tracing circles round the place she felt the most intense pleasure, she was nearly out of her skin with wanting.
He widened his fingers, stretching her, and she gasped at the pinch of discomfort. He murmured something soothing against her neck and did it again, adding a fourth finger and pushing them deep. She gasped, stiffening at the burn. He twisted his hand, turning it inside her, back and forth, then in and out. His thumb returned to its teasing, and she pushed up into his touch with a moan. Discomfort or not, she wanted more.
“There, that should do it, I think” he said thickly, withdrawing his hand and fumbling between her legs. Then she felt the press of something hard and round against her entrance. He lifted his head and found her gaze with his. “Ready?”
She nodded, and he pressed forward with a slight grimace. She felt a momentary resistance, a stinging tear, and he was suddenly inside. He slid deep and stopped with a groan. Their bodies flush against one another. He watched her face anxiously for her reaction and she smiled to reassure him. She felt full and peculiar, a sort of achy pleasure-pain.
“All right?” he asked, hoarse and breathless.
She nodded and then found her voice. “Yes, it feels strangely pleasant.”
He huffed a laugh. “It feels more than pleasant to me. I shall have to do more if it is only pleasant.”
She shifted, bringing her legs up which eased her and made it feel better. He uttered one of his growly curses. “Fuck, Annis!”
“What? Is that wrong?” she asked anxiously freezing her position.
“No, on the contrary!”
“Oh good, it feels better for me.”
“Good! That’s good!” he panted. “Lift your knees up a little more.”
She did, and he slid a hand under her knee, holding her open in a way that ought to feel obscene but felt absolutely wonderful. He moved then, pulling almost out and back in again in a hard rush that made her moan.
“Does it hurt?”
“No!” she panted. “No, please, don’t stop.”
“I won’t. God, Annis, you feel so fucking good!” He groaned and moved again, beginning to thrust in a way that jarred her frame and sent tendrils of pleasure chasing themselves through her body. He moved his hand, pushing his arm under her knee and grasping her hip and thrust into her repeatedly with escalating, rapid strokes.
He closed his eyes and groaned again, then shifted his position once more and reached between them to touch her, rubbing his fingers rapidly over that sensitive spot. He was panting loudly by now and growling in his throat with each thrust.
His fingers were causing a maelstrom in her body. Between that and the deep thrusts stirring her from the inside, the rush of pleasure overtook her in a breathless wave, and she cried out, her body convulsing round his.
“Fuck, yes!” he bellowed, and she felt the heated burst within her as his member jerked and spilled his seed. She gasped for breath in the aftermath as he collapsed in a grunting, cursing heap on top of her.
“Annis. Annis,” he whispered against her neck. She stroked his back, her body lax and sated beneath him. “My dear, are you all right?” he asked, lifting his head.
She nodded, smiling. “Oh yes, Emrys, I am fine,” she said and kissed his nose.
He laughed and kissed hers back. “Thank God,” he groaned, extracting himself and rolling off her. “We will get better at it with practice, I promise you,” he said, flopping onto this back.
