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He immediately held her face to him. “It’s me, Jeremy,” he whispered, pressing his lips to hers, caressing like she was made of the most fragile china, “making love to you.”
“I know,” she said, her breath beating against his lips.
He held himself still against her. “Trust me, beautiful. Let me show you how it can be.”
The jolt at the solid contact of rock-hard, velvety muscle was impossible to hold back when it came. She started to shake, impassioned and nearly out of her mind when she felt the blunt head of him bump at her entrance. She closed her eyes.
Jeremy cradled her face in his hands, trapping her softly with his firm weight. “You feel good, sweetheart,” he soothed. Kisses brushed over her cheeks and forehead. “Can you look at me?” he asked. “So I can see your eyes when I am inside you and we are that close.”
“Jeremy…” She opened her eyes to him, willing herself to surrender to this intimacy with him. She couldn’t do anything else really, or want anything different. Georgina needed him to do this. She truly did. This act, with him, right now, was the one thing that would obliterate the past which tormented her.
Jeremy let go her face, found her hands, and entwined their fingers together. He pressed forward.
She softened under his weight, and he kissed more deeply, forging his tongue farther into her mouth as he slid just a fraction inside. He kissed her over and over again, whispering, adoring. Telling her how beautiful
she was and how she pleased him and how wonderful she felt. Through the kisses and words he continued to sink himself slowly inside her body until finally he was in all the way, velvety strength buried tight inside her.
“Is this all right?” he gasped.
“All—right,” she panted on an exhaled breath.
* * * *
The force of her inner muscles slowly surrounding him was dreamlike. He stopped and held still for a moment before moving with a firm, smooth stroke. He saw her eyes open wider as he withdrew and pushed back inside her slick sheath. In the same instant he whispered, “You’re beautiful,” and claimed her mouth again. “And you’re mine now.”
He shuddered with the awareness of what he was doing. Exquisite. She is exquisite, just as I knew she would be.
The invasion into her body produced a little moan that he swallowed up with a kiss, the sound of her only sending him higher. He’d filled her up completely, utterly possessed her, brought them as physically close as was possible to be without any barrier between them.
He rarely did this without sheathing himself first. One of the first things a young man was taught were the evils of sexual disease, and that using prostitutes without precautions guaranteed a certain and permanent affliction. Jeremy had always been careful with his cock. He’d made sure to employ a French letter with courtesans, so the feeling of going bare inside her had him swimming in sensations he’d rarely known.
Seeing her eyes widen in what he hoped wasn’t panic, he tried to tell her, “Gina, you know I—I must— It’s like I have waited my whole life for this moment with you.” He rambled the words, kissing along her neck, trying to slow himself down. “Tell me you are all right.”
Her eyes flickered at him. “I—I am. Don’t worry about me.”
I’ll always worry about you. “But you are everything right now,” he whispered before recapturing her mouth, his tongue moving in the way that mimicked what he was doing down low.
He had dreamed of her like this for so long. He felt himself spiraling in all-encompassing, unrestrained desire for her.
Jeremy stroked another gentle length, watching her face. “It’s good—so good with you,” he croaked.
And then he started to move in earnest. His thrusts caused Georgina’s head to roll in a rhythm over the pillow as he pushed back and forth, thinking all the time he could move within her forever. He wanted it to be forever. Her taut heat wrapped around him, her soft breathing showing response to his attentions, unlocked his heart all in an instant.
Jeremy felt emotional…different. This woman was precious, and he needed her like he’d never needed anyone before. He reminded himself again to go carefully and gently, to teach her slowly.
She sighed into him, tensing against his strokes, finding a primal, rhythmic sway in cadence with his actions, her head arched back, eyes closed tight again.
Jeremy worked slowly but steadily, plundering her, claiming her, possessing her totally, and losing himself.
Thrusting a little faster, he judged her ability to tolerate his pace. “Look at me, Gina. I have to have your eyes on me!” He needed to see her eyes so he could judge how she was bearing it. The will to protect her from fear overrode most everything else.
Georgina opened her golden eyes again and showed him. He couldn’t see fear exactly—more like incredulity. Her sweet surrender spurred him over the edge of a precipice, his balls going tense in anticipation of spilling his seed inside her, of sealing his hold on her, of making her his, irrevocably. Once that happened, their bond would be undeniably complete.
The passion engulfed Jeremy, and in good measure, the ardor that had been building and held back, since that rainy day he laid his eyes upon her, found its much desired liberation.
Pulsing above her, he gave in to the coiled tension. His cock got painfully harder, growing rigid before releasing a hot flood deep inside her.
“Ohhh, Gina! Gina…Gina…Gina…Gina,” he chanted into her throat, his hands, still entwined with hers, pulled them up close to cradle her face, drawing her into a kind of embrace, their bodies still locked together.
