“Touch me,” he urged, pulling her hand to his shaft.She had never felt a man’s flesh before and had never realized how soft and smooth it was.Her thumb caressed the tip, and she felt moisture there.
As she dragged her hand along the length, she watched him hiss with pleasure.He let her explore him, feeling the change in skin texture, and the way he grew even harder in reaction to her touch.When she began to glide her hand up and down, he caught her wrist and pushed it aside.“Not tonight.This night is for you.”
Michael turned her on to her side, while he came up behind her.Raising her leg over his, he placed his manhood between her thighs.“When you’re ready for me, I’m going to be inside you.”
He cupped both of her breasts, nipping at her shoulder with his mouth.His thick erection nudged an inch within her, and Hannah trembled at the feeling.As he continued to caress her nipples, rolling the tips while he teased her wetness, she pleaded with him, “Michael, I need...something.But I don’t know what it is.”
He moved his length between her legs.“Sweet, don’t rush.I want this to be good for you.”Slowly, gently, he eased himself into her body.He didn’t force her, or hurt her.Just a gentle sliding, back and forth.The thickness of him was like a caress inside her body, each time going a little deeper.His thumb moved to the ridge at the top of her womanhood, stroking her while he sheathed himself partway inside her.“I want to see you come apart again,” he murmured, coaxing the wet heat.
Her body ached, squeezing him while he rubbed the small hooded opening.She felt herself rising up again, reaching for the intense pleasure.He held back from her, slowing his pace.Tears escaped her eyes, and she shivered violently against his hand.
“Come for me,” he commanded.And with another stroke of his hand, she soared.He pushed the rest of the way inside her, filling her up until they were fully joined.Though the fit was tight as he took her virginity, she held him close, shocked at the wonder of it.
Her hips arched as he pulled back and slid home once again.The tenderness of his penetration made her heart weep for this act of love.
But she sensed he was holding back, trying not to hurt her.The position of being on her side felt too cautious, and she wanted him to know the same fulfillment.
She eased away from him, lying on her back and bringing him atop her.With her hand, she guided him inside once more, raising her knees.“Take what you need from me, Michael.”
His face turned to stone, his body growing harder within her.He plunged inside, quickening his pace.She gripped him, holding tight as he penetrated and withdrew.
A moment later, he pulled her hips to the edge of the bed.He stood up, lifting her legs high while he filled her.His face transformed with his own pleasure, tight with suppressed need.She met each stroke with her hips, offering a counterpressure.And once again, her body rose higher, blossoming as he thrust within her.She trembled, soaring as she shattered around him, her body welcoming his.Michael gripped her hard, thrusting inside her until at last, his face tightened, and he let out a low groan.
He collapsed on top of her, their bodies still joined.Hannah felt a wetness from his warm seed, and she reached down to run her hands over his backside.She wrapped her legs around him, squeezing him in a different sort of embrace.Although she was slightly sore, she didn’t care.
No wonder men and women never talked about this.She’d never dreamed that the intimacy would be this wild, this pleasurable.
“How are you feeling?”he asked, his voice husky.
“I feel beautiful.”And she did.Languid and relaxed, as though it were the most natural thing in the world to be naked with a man.
“Hungry?”he prompted, withdrawing from her.
“A little.”She let him feed her cake from his fingertips, and she licked the icing, watching his eyes grow dark with desire once again.
“You’re going to kill me if you keep looking at me like that.”He ran his hands over her flesh.“I won’t be able to get enough of you.”
Hannah locked her arms around his neck.“I don’t mind.”
Later that night, after he’d made love to her twice more, he straightened the bed sheets.“You should get some sleep.”She was about to curl up next to him when he dropped a pillow on top of her.
“What is that for?”She tried to move the pillow away, but he laid it in the center of the bed.When she reached out, she felt the presence of the two pillows set lengthwise down the middle of the bed.
“I’m setting up a barricade on the bed.You’ll sleep on your side, and I on mine.”
A pillow barricade?What on earth?
“You don’t want to sleep beside me?”she asked, confused at the gesture.“Is something the matter?”
“Sweet, if you come anywhere near me again, I won’t be responsible for what happens.”His body weight settled on his side of the bed.“I’d suggest you stay over there, if you want any sleep at all.”
She smiled in the darkness and huddled beneath the coverlet.Was he truly serious about being unable to resist her?
A moment later, a hand nudged at her cheek.“You’re on my side,” he said.
“I’m on the edge of the bed!”she protested.“If I move any further, I’ll fall off.”
His leg tangled up with hers, beneath the pillow barricade.“You’re still on my side.”
