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He continued to kiss her with his tongue while his finger moved in and out, pressing oh so carefully each time, until she was once again moving into his touch instead of pulling away from it. His thrusts with his hands increased in intensity until, with one sharp jab, he broke through her barrier.
She cried out, but it wasn’t just in pain. It hurt, though not terribly, not nearly as bad as she’d heard it could be. But along with the minimal pain was the incredible knowledge that he had just broken through her virginity. She belonged to him and by touching her like this, he had given himself to her.
While they were together.
She dismissed the reminder of his earlier words, but a tiny chill from the implied caveat blew through her heart.
The finger inside of her was still, giving her time to adjust to having him inside her. But he continued to lash her pulsing sweet spot with his tongue, renewing the pleasure diminished by the small sting of deep penetration for the first time. It felt so good, so intense…she had to move, arching and retracting her pelvis back and forth against his hand and mouth, moaning as she did so.
A second finger joined the first as she pressed against him, making her whole body shake violently with want and her moans turned to a keening cry.
He lifted his head. “You are ready for me.”
It wasn’t a question, so she didn’t answer. She couldn’t have if she’d needed to, not coherently anyway. She whimpered and her body arched in protest against the loss of his intimate kiss, though.
He pressed his free hand against her belly as he withdrew his fingers. “Shh…we merely exchange one pleasure for another.”
How could he sound so together…socoherent …when she felt like she was on the verge of flying apart?
Even those thoughts splintered as he moved up her body and she shivered wildly at the contact of so much naked skin to naked skin. And then he wasthere, where she felt empty and in need—the big, blunt tip of his erection pressing against her swollen, silky wet flesh. His gray gaze held hers with the power of a tractor beam as he rocked forward, penetrating just inside her opening and going no farther.
She jerked and keened again, the sensation so beyond anything she’d ever known she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t pass out from both the pleasure and the shock of it.
“All right?” he asked, sweat beading on his forehead.
She shook her head and then nodded.
His jaw clenched, but then he gave her a strained smile. “Which is it? Yes or no?”
“O-okay,” she forced out in a tiny breathless gasp. “I th-think I’m okay.”
“Only think?”
“Is okay,” she said with more conviction than volume. She could barely hear herself.
But he heard her, his eyes glowing with something wild and primitive, as he pushed forward in a steady, careful, but relentless campaign to claim her untried depths. Her body was inexperienced, but he had aroused her to such heights that silky moisture smoothed his way and swollen flesh gave way around him.
Finally he was seated fully inside her, their pelvises touching, his member gently nudging her cervix.
She sucked in a breath and nearly choked on it.
He made a hissing sound. “You are very tight,querida .”
“I think you’re a little big.” She was rather proud of the multiple words strung together.
He
laughed, the sound rich and seductive…and maybe a tiny bit breathless. “You think we have a logistical problem?”
She felt stretched and filled…and even a little tender, but she had no doubts he was meant to fill her just like this. When she had considered what making love would be like, she’d always thought it would feel just a little alien to have another person inside her, but it didn’t…it felt as if she was being completed, not invaded. “No.”
“Good. I believe my patience is very near to gone. I am not sure I would have the strength to hold back and reassure you.”
She, on the other hand, had no doubts. The man had already proven to have superhuman willpower. If she’d needed him to, he would have soothed her, she was sure of it. But she didn’t need that. This was much tooright .
She opened her thighs a little wider in an invitation both archaic and profound. “I’m fine.”
He groaned, arching back and surging forward as if her words had detonated inside him. The slide of intimate skin against intimate skin made her whimper with delight.
