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“Thank god for that,” he said, stealing another kiss from her. As their bodies pressed together, the heat lifted between them so that every brush of skin was a tease and a promise of what was to come. Her hands upon his shoulders and his waist sent those spirals of anticipation lower down his body. Each time he touched her, kissing down the valley between her breasts or letting his fingers linger on her thigh, her body arched up toward him, moulding her breasts against his chest.
Soon, they were both frantic, sweat beading on their bodies with need and heated kisses. Violette’s legs were lifted around his hips, teasing him with the promise of what was to come, but he couldn’t take it. Not yet.
“Marcus, please…” She begged him, making his resistance of her even harder.
“Soon,” he promised as he reached down to her leg, parting it even more around his hips. “First, there is something else I wish to show you.” Her first time would hurt, he knew that, so he was determined to make sure she felt some pleasure before that.
He lowered his hands down toward where their bodies had been brushing against each other and reached for her centre.
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Violette felt a pleasure shoot through her body as Marcus touched her centre. With a wetness pooling between her legs, making her body ready for him, his fingers easily slipped inside of her. She gasped and tipped her head back against the sheets as he delved deeper.
A rhythm was quickly set up, with his fingers working her until a pleasure formed around his hold on her. She grasped onto his shoulders with both hands, anchoring her body to him, watching in amazement as his eyes flicked down to where they were joined. He seemed to be marvelling in watching it, making his own little breathy moans at just seeing them together. The sight of his enjoyment made her thrill all the greater.
As he grew bolder with his hand, picking up the pace, her legs began to tremble around his exploring hand, in her desperation to pull her legs wider and feel even more of him.
That’s when the feeling changed. The outright pleasure shifted to something that felt like it was growing. It was slow at first, then it became exponential, with her body convulsing around his fingers and the pleasure echoing through her body.
She tipped her head back on the sheets even further, with one hand on his shoulder and the other gripping the bed sheets, clinging to both of them as she rode out the waves of pleasure. At all times, he continued to move his hand until she had come down from her high.
“I rather like you saying my name so loudly,” he said in a mischievous whisper. She laughed as she tried to control her pleasure, but she didn’t have long, for he pulled his hand from her and lined up his length against her centre. She looked up into his eyes as he paused, staring down at her. “Are you sure you are ready?” he asked gently.
“I’m positive,” she said, urging him on.
When he entered her, it was swift and fast, making her body freeze at a sudden pain that came from somewhere deeply lodged inside of her.
“I’m so sorry, Violette,” he said softly, lowering his body down to hers and kissing her softly. “The pain will pass, I promise.” Even as he said the words, it was passing. Violette hooked her hands around his back, up onto his shoulder blades, using this new hold to cling to him as he stayed perfectly still.
“It has passed, Marcus,” she said, watching as his lips parted in a smile. “Don’t stop, please.” Her begging was quickly answered as he rocked their bodies together. The moment he moved, the pleasure was instant. Her body was responding to him as though he were playing music, and she dancing to the rhythm. Each move he made, she mimicked in some way.
Sometimes he kissed her on the lips, other times he placed those kisses down upon her neck, prompting her to kiss his forehead and tangle her hands in his short hair. They started with him moving on top of her at first, but as the pleasure grew and grew, the positions changed too. He shifted her, rearing up so that he could hook both hands around her knees and lift them higher.
She moaned with pleasure and gripped the bed sheets beneath her with both hands, stunned as he seemed to reach a new part of her. This position made that feeling of growing pleasure return. Soon, her body was controlled by it, arching off the bed.
When she reached that high and bucked her hips against his, he did the same. He let out an almost guttural groan, flipping his head back toward the ceiling and moaning her name. She looked up at him, marvelling at the carving of the muscle on his chest and the way the sweat beaded between them.
Slowly, he lowered himself down over her again, releasing her knees, until he was braced over her head, with their bodies still connected far below.
“That was…” he paused and sighed, showing just how amazing it was.
“I know,” she said and giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down toward her for a kiss. It was a long kiss, languid and indulgent, as neither of them were in a rush to part from one another.
“If this is what marriage can be like, then I shall be very happy indeed,” he said when they did eventually part from the kiss.
“We can’t do this all the time.”
“Tempting idea, though.”
“As much as it is, there is something else we need to do first…” she said mischievously as he stared down at her.
“What’s that?”
“We need a re-match of cricket.”
“Oh, good. I hope the winner gets this,” he said and kissed her again.
