sense at all.
How could anything hurt like this and feel so wonderful at the same
time? Beyond control, she wanted to tell him to stop, but she didn't
want him to leave her.
"It'll be all right in a minute, " he promised her.
He sounded out of breath. Then she realized she was panting. She
wrapped her arms around his neck, and the slight movement caused a
burst of pleasure to rush through her. She moved again, heard his
groan, and realized then he liked it as much as she did.
He slowly withdrew and then just as slowly moved forward again.
"Will you stop teasing me? " she cried out.
His laugh was throaty. "I'm trying to be gentle."
"Stop it, " she begged. "I want . . . " He silenced her with another
kiss and then began to move again inside of her. Her passion shook
him. He had never been with a woman who was so honest and open with
her desire, and the fact that she gave herself to him willingly and
with love in her heart was surely the reason he completely let go of
his control.
Determined to make their loving last as long as possible, he tried to
slow the pace. She made it impossible, and when she arched up against
him, the fire surged between them.
Their lovemaking was wild, free, beyond anything he had ever
experienced before. He felt her tighten around him, heard her call his
name, and as she found her own fulfillment, he thrust deep and gave in
to his own.
His surrender was complete, body, heart, and soul. He collapsed on top
of her but couldn't find enough strength to move.
She was quietly crying. He felt her hot tears on his shoulder and
finally lifted his head to look at her.
"I hurt you, didn't I, sweetheart? " He was filled with self-loathing,
condemned himself for being too rough, too savage in his own desire.
It was her first experience, and he should have been more careful, much
more tender . . .
"Jessie, say something." His anxiety pulled her out of her daze. She
opened her eyes and. looked into his, and the warmth she saw there
made her tremble with a burst of love.
"Oh, no, you didn't . . . Well, you did, but it didn't . . . It was
.
. . amazing." He grinned with arrogant satisfaction. God, he loved
her face. Her eyes were still glazed with passion, her mouth was red
and swollen from his kisses. She looked thoroughly sated and pleased
with herself, and how could he not love such a woman?
"Yeah, it was pretty amazing." He reluctantly moved away from her.
"But . . . " She put her hand over his mouth. "Don't, " she
whispered.
"No regrets."
"No regrets, " he agreed.
She rolled into his arms then and laid her head on his shoulder.
Nothing lasted forever.