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“I do, darlin’, and, right now, I’m a very happy man.”
“But no one told me…”
He kissed the side of her neck, nipping her flesh and sending shudders of pleasure down her spine. “How could they know you’re one-in-a-million?”
“You don’t mind?”
“Darlin’, you’ve got me so fair to bursting, I’m afraid of embarrassing myself.”
“Where?”
He took her hand and slid it down his body. “Here.”
He closed her fingers around his manhood. Beneath her palm, he throbbed with energy. So much energy, it was amazing. She propped herself up on her elbow and curled her fingers around him, surprised as always by his size. His strength. Her fingers didn’t meet. She measured him from shaft to tip. She doubted she could hold him with both her hands. Especially at the base. He was much wider there than he was at the top, though she doubted her fingers could meet around him even there. He flexed in her grip as she squeezed experimentally.
“Easy there.”
Above her, his weight shifted back and away, giving her more freedom. She kissed the flat male nipple that was suddenly within reach. His manhood jerked in her grasp as she did, surging with life. Enthusiasm.
She explored the hard-soft flesh under her command. He moaned and arched his hips. He slid through her fingers. She retreated to the tip, feeling him jerk and shudder as she did. He liked this, she decided, glancing at his face and seeing the deep lines carved there. She swirled her fingers around the top, gauging the different shape and texture. He caught her hand in his, his expression one of anguish.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“There are certain things about a man’s body,” he broke off, clearly torn before admitting, “I’m pretty excited.”
She pondered that for a moment. Then squeezed gently. He moaned and jerked her hand free. “You’re ready,” she deduced.
His chuckle was a raspy shadow of its normal deep-voiced self. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
She flopped to her back and spread her legs. “So am I.”
He rolled onto one elbow and shook his head, frustrating her. “Not yet, you’re not.”
If her “Why not?” was petulant, he had no one but himself to blame, she decided, blinking against the sunlight streaming through the pine boughs.
“Truth is, darlin’, I’m enjoying the getting ready part too much to give it up just yet.”
“You are?” She wished she could see his expression clearly, but backlit by the sun as he was, it was impossible.
“Yes. Now, why don’t you bring those pretty breasts back here and I’ll show you how much.”
She didn’t think about hesitating. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she arched her back in compliance.
“Lord, you’re something,” he murmured, before sliding his hand under her breast. Cupping it in his callused palm, he urged her flesh into his mouth. When he started to suckle, he settled in, not giving her any time to think. No respite in which to do anything more than ride the waves of pleasure he created. The tension inside her built to near exploding, until he slipped his hand between her thighs to probe gently.
The tip of his finger slid into her with indecent ease when she moved her hips. The feeling was as sublime. “Am I supposed to be like this?”
He paused. “Like what?”
“Sooo…wet,” for lack of a better word.
He stroked between her legs again. She fought the urge to move against his hand. “You mean here?”
“Yes.”
“Oh yeah,” he sighed and dropped his forehead to hers. His fingers penetrated deeper as he explained, “A woman’s body prepares itself for a man’s that way. If it didn’t, it would hurt you when I come inside.”
“It didn’t hurt last time.” She shifted her hips. His finger felt strange inside her, soothing yet irritating at the same time.
“Well, last time, a whole lot of things weren’t done right.” He stilled her hips with his forearm. He pushed harder. She felt the resistance and the release as his finger slid knuckle-deep into her pussy.
“Darlin, I want you to relax.”
“I am.”
Another finger prodded her pussy. “Here.”
She buried her face in his neck, bumping his nose along the way. “Oh God.”
She placed her hands on his chest.
“Just concentrate on my fingers and relax.”
He pushed against her again. After an initial resistance, her flesh softened and then relaxed. His second finger sank to the first knuckle before stopping.
She concentrated on the feelings that kept shooting through her. Not as hard as when he’d been kissing her breasts, but still nice.
He fucked her with the tips of his fingers for a minute, slowly increasing the pace, the friction. She found herself spreading her thighs and lifting her hips. His second finger slid to the second knuckle. She now had two fingers inside her pussy, pushing and pulling at her intimate flesh, sparking sensation in areas she didn’t even know had nerves.
He smiled. “That’s it,” he whispered against her neck. The palm of the arm he was bracing himself up with flattened across her stomach, just over her pubic bone. He pressed down. Immobilizing her hips. The pressure on her pussy increased. A steady demand for entrance.
