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They had returned to their villa, undressing one another eagerly and speedily, sharing the shower in the luxuriously equipped bathroom. Emily’s physical response to him had been everything Marco had hoped it would be and more. She had held nothing back, matching him touch for touch and in intimacy until he had started to penetrate her. It had caught him off guard to have her tensing as he thrust fully into her, believing she was as eager to feel the driving surge of his body within hers as he was to feel her hot wet flesh tightening around him.
At first he had assumed she was playing some kind of coy game with him. mistakenly thinking that it would excite him if she assumed a mock-innocent hesitancy. His frustration had made him less perceptive than he might otherwise have been, and more impatient, so he had ignored the warning her body had been giving him and had thrust strongly again. This time it had taken the small muffled sound that had escaped past her rigid throat muscles to make him realise the truth: she was still a virgin.
His first reaction had been one of savage anger, fuelled by the toxic mingling of male frustration and the blow to his own pride that was caused by the fact that he hadn't guessed the truth. Sex with an inexperienced virgin—and the potential burden of responsibility that carried, both physical and emotional—was something he just had not wanted.
‘What the hell is this?’ he swore. Okay. I know about your marriage, but I would have thought that...if only because of that...’
‘That what? That Id jump on the first man I could find?’ Emily retaliated sharply. But beneath that sharpness he caught the quiver of uncertainty in her voice, and his anger softened into something that caught at his throat, startling him with its intensity.
‘Well, it did cross my mind,' she told him. 'But in the end I was too much of a moral coward to go through with it. Blame my grandfather, if you wish, but the thought of having sex with a man I didn't truly want, just to get rid of my virginity, has made it harder rather than easier for me to find a man I did want enough.’
Marco shrugged dismissively not wanting to have to deal with his own unfamiliar feelings, never mind hers!
If you're expecting me to be pleased about this, then let me tell you—'
You don't need to tell me anything. Marco.' she had stopped him determinedly. It's rather obvious what you feel.'
‘I don't know what you're thinking, or hoping for.' he told her ignoring her comment, but despite what you may want to believe, the majority of sexually mature men do not fantasise about initiating a virgin! I certainly don't. The reason I brought you here was so that we could indulge our need for one another as two people starting from the same baseline. For me that means we share matching physical desires for one another and awareness of our own sexual wants and expectations.'
‘I’m sorry if you feel that I've let you bring me here under false pretences.’ Emily told him. ‘Maybe I should have said something to warn you?’
‘Maybe?’
The scorn in his voice made her flinch visibly. 'I didn't want to play the Im-still-a-virgin card for the reasons you've just mentioned yourself,’ she defended. ‘I didn't want it to be an issue and. besides. I wasn't even sure that you d notice.’
Marco remembered how she had coloured up hotly when he had looked at her in disbelief.
‘I really am sorry.’ she told him apologetically.
‘You're sorry? I'm so damn frustrated...’ he began.
‘Me too.’ Emily interrupted him with such candour that he felt his earlier irritation evaporating.
Frustrated, but virginal and apprehensive? he felt bound to point out.
‘Yes but not one of those has to remain a permanent state, does it?’ she responded.
'You trust me to deal effectively with all three?'
‘I trust you to make it possible for us to deal with all three. she corrected him softly. ‘I'm a woman who believes that participation in a shared event makes for mutual enjoyment, even if right now in this particular venture I am the junior partner.’
He wasn't used to being teased, or to sharing laughter in an intimate relationship and as he quickly discovered, shared laughter had its own aphrodisiacal qualities.
He made love to her with a slow intimacy which, he was the first to admit, had its own reward when in the end she showed him such a passionate response. It was she who urged him to move faster and deeper, until he was as lost in the pleasure they were sharing as she was. But not so lost that he couldn't witness the shocked look of delight widening her eyes as her orgasm gripped her...
What the hell was he doing, thinking about that now? It was over; they were over; or rather they soon would be.
