“Stop.” His teeth were gritted. “It feels too good. I can’t…hold back.”
Her skin was aflame, her heart thumping, and the voice grew louder.
Drive deep, lover, and fill this body with your seed.
He pressed forward again, and Onora clenched inside, compelled to hold onto him.
“Dear God!” His face contorted, and there was sweat upon his brow. “Onora. I must…” He began moving again, with fast, short strokes, his hips pumping furiously.
Onora was lost in a sea of sensation, overridden by pleasure.
First his tongue and now his phallus, stroking, caressing.
She didn’t want it to end. It felt so good! And wicked!
Not wicked. The gift of womanhood.
Sheath and phallus joined, for the bringingof life.
For the bringing of ecstasy.
She was panting, unable to keep still, when an exploding, blinding, white hot shock gripped her. It was torture and delight.
Jack’s body jerked. He arched back, rigid, the tremors of his body carrying through to the part of him that was buried inside her.
With a strangled cry, he tried to pull back, but she clung to him. Half-collapsing, he groaned again, burying his face in her neck.
“Don’t move yet.” She wrapped her foot over his calf. “I want to stay like this.”
The compulsion remained, to cling to him and to gyrate her pelvis, to wring every last drop of rhapsody from their coupling.
“I’m sorry.” Turning his face to hers, Jack looked anguished. “I didn’t mean to…I shouldn’t have let that happen…ending inside you. It was selfish. Foolish!”
She was confused for a moment, until she remembered. Copulation ended with a man releasing his seed and, if the woman was in her fertile time, there was a chance of conception.
The voice in her head had urged her to take his seed, to clench and undulate, as if to milk it from him. Was this how it was, to make love to a man? One was driven to inconceivable actions? As for the voice that had filled her mind, was that part of the transforming experience?
Onora was starting to wonder if she knew herself anymore.
Regarding pregnancy, there was surely no chance of that, for her monthly flow was due in…how many days? Two, or three perhaps.
“It’s all right.” Despite the awkwardness of mentioning such a thing, she had to reassure him. “The timing. I’m safe. I’m certain.”
He seemed to relax slightly. “Still, I didn’t know that when I…God, Onora! I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. Not that it wasn’t sublime. But you’re…rather, you were…”
She understood what he wastrying to say.
Her maidenhead was gone.
As if she cared!
She was glad she was no longer a virgin.
The voice lingered.
Your flesh to share.
Your body to reap delight.
