"I want you to look at me and see what you do to me as I take your virginity."
A whimper escaped her at the words. But this soon turned into a gasp as she felt him slowly enter her. The muscles in his arms tensed, and she could see the effort it took her husband to control his thrusts. Inch by inch he drove deeper inside of her, and she couldn't remember feeling anything like it. Couldn't remember being this wet. This sensitive. Thisfilled.
The moment he came into contact with the barrier of her innocence, they both knew it, with how her husband's body turned rigid, and her own breasts started to swell and ache.
"Keep looking at me," he gritted out.
And then he was pushing past it, his shaft claiming her virginity in one forceful and possessive thrust, and to see the look on her husband's gorgeous face as this happened was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
In that one moment, she realized just how much he desired her. Just how much she mattered. And even though such feelings might not last—she didn't care.Nowwas the only thing she cared about, andoh!
Her husband was starting to move, and every slide of his length in and out of her was glorious. She could only clutch his shoulders as his thrusts made her feel like she was about to drown any second. She had asked him to take her passionately, and indeed that was what he was doing now.
His mouth latching to the side of her neck, marking her skin to claim ownership.
His lips closing over the tips crowning her breasts.
His fingers digging into the tender cheeks of her bottom.
Her senses started to spiral as his movements became rougher. Faster. Deeper. And finally, oh, finally—
"C-Colin."
She could only cry his name out as she came apart for the first time in her life, and soon after, she heard him growling her name as he followed right behind her.
When Hope woke up in his arms sometime later, it was to find herself draped over him, and a blanket over the both of them. She felt blissfully tired, and this, too, was a first for her. But above all, she felt self-conscious and embarrassed.
She tried to pull away, but his arms only tightened around hers. "Stay."
A quietly spoken command, but one her body joyfully obeyed for some reason.
He then tipped her chin up, and Hope reluctantly met his gaze.
Oh.
She was afraid she would see something akin to regret, but instead all she saw was the same thing she had seen earlier.
He wanted her still.
And she mattered to him still.
"Are you alright?"
She nodded.
"Any soreness?"
Hope could feel her cheeks burning at the question, and she had to remind herself that she was forty, not fourteen.
"Just a little sore."
"I'm sorry about that—"
Hope opened her mouth to tell him it was fine.
"—but I'm afraid you'll feel a lot sorer by tomorrow."
Oh. Wait.What?
