Then she broke, whimpering mindlessly as her vision turned to glittering rainbows and everything that she was exploded into a million tiny pieces. Rigid, her muscles held her above the bed for long seconds as her existence narrowed down to where a man’s hand touched her. And as she flew down, filling empty lungs with a heaving breath, he petted her gently, murmuring soothing sounds, stroking her skin.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Your passion is beyond belief, Letitia.” He lay next to her, still touching, still stroking her. “Your eyes turn mysterious and your body…I have no words.”
She swallowed and turned her head to look at him. “Really?”
“Yes, love. Yes.” He ran his hand from her shoulder down over her arm to her thigh, and then back up again. “Are you all right?”
She smiled. “Oh yes. Very all right.”
“Good,” he smiled back. “I think you’re ready for more.”
She looked down at his cock, so hard and thick, lying against her leg. “I think you’re right.”
“I won’t hurt you if I can avoid it, Letitia. Please understand that.” He moved again, this time aligning their bodies so that his face was close to hers. “There may be a little pain, though.”
“I know,” she whispered. “I want to feel you inside me, James.”
“I want to be there, love. And I hope you’re relaxed and ready enough to take me.” Gently he shifted to take his cock in his hand and rub it over her soaking folds, making her groan with pleasure.
“God, that feels so…soright…”
“I have wanted this since the first moment I laid eyes on you.”
She looked up at his face, his hair wild about his shoulders, his eyes on where their bodies were touching. “You have?”
“Yes.” He kept up his stroking, pushing a little harder against her. “Every time we met I knew that one day I would have you here, in my bed, naked beneath me. I knew that I would touch you, make you come, and then that I would do this…” Another shift forward and he was pressing against her slick opening. “I knew you were mine, love. There was never any question at all in my mind.”
“I had no idea,” she gasped as he began to push himself further. “And yet now, it seems so natural…”
“It is. It’s destiny,” answered James, his voice rough. “Because you’re mine, Letitia.”
She couldn’t answer him; he was pushing now, harder and harder, until with a tiny sharp pain that made her gasp, he was there, filling her so strangely and yet so completely.
Their gazes met, hers seeking something in his face that would acknowledge where he was and what he’d done.
What she saw… it made her want to look away.
She saw naked love, adoration and an expression on his face that was soft, and yet sensual. Her heart twisted inside, and an unusual sense of belonging fought with her customary fear of such entanglements.
“Are you all right?” whispered James.
“Yes,” she whispered back. “You’re inside me. It feels…quite astounding…”
“Just wait,” he smiled.
And then he began to move.
Slowly at first, which she appreciated, since it gave her the opportunity to catalogue and relish each new sensation. Then faster, and something inside her responded, drawing her into his movements, making her want to thrust upward to meet him.
His control was astonishing, she realized, since he must have been hard for so long while he made sure she was ready. And even then, he didn’t rush, but simply took her in an easy leisurely rhythm that gave her chance to catch up.
Once again she sensed the beginnings of desire, the rush of juices slicking her soft folds, and any discomfort she might have expected vanished as she shifted beneath him and felt his body abrade that tiny spot of wondrous pleasure.
He gauged his thrusts carefully, it would seem, a little deeper, then deeper still. She loved that sensation, loved knowing that she had joined in this way with James, a moment so pivotal that it seemed only he could fully appreciate it. He was the ideal size, she realized, since her body was already accustomed to his presence, stretched around him like a custom made glove.
“Hold on, love.”
His thrusts intensified, and now the inner movements were stimulating her, bringing her along as he began his own ride to the peak. He must have realized what was happening when her spine bowed again and her hips lifted from the bed.
“Yes, God, yes…” his hands slipped beneath her and he pulled her onto his cock, going as deep as he could, then back and forth, teasing them both, driving them both ever upward.
He broke first, a groaning cry as his head snapped back and every muscle locked hard.
She cried out as well, the first shudders of her own release beginning slowly, then rocking through her as she felt his cock spasm inside for the first time. It stimulated so many nerve endings that she closed her eyes, afraid she would soar away from the world if she didn’t. Clinging to James, her hands scrabbling for his, she sobbed tiny breaths, aware only of their bodies joining and caressing each other in the most intimate of ways.
Eventually they fell, sated, limp and sticky, into each other’s arms.
Letitia stroked James’s back as he lay atop her, gasping for air. His skin was damp and she breathed him in, a scent of musk and man and salty sweat.
People were right, she realized. It reallywasa life-changing experience.
