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acclimate, then he advanced until he was wedged inside, pressing against the maidenly barrier that blocked her passage.
“You’re so big.” A frown wrinkled her brow, and she twisted her hips from side to side, her innate response to flee from the incursion. “It hurts.”
“The pain is normal.” He was barely able to hold himself in check. “Lie still. Try to relax.”
“Please...I...”
With a typical fear of the unknown, she was panicking, and he understood he should pause, perhaps retreat to let her adapt more fully, but he was beyond the point of logic or restraint. He had to be inside her.
“Don’t be afraid.”
Clutching her hips, he steadied himself, but she was wrestling with him, frantic to escape the inevitable. He knew it was wrong to be titillated by her struggles, but her alarm ratcheted his ardor a notch higher, and he braced her and plunged inside in a single, smooth thrust.
He was her first! Her very first! His pride and arrogance soared.
No matter what happened between them in the future, this one extraordinary fact could never be changed. A dangerous vigilance flooded through him, and he swore to himself, then and there, that she’d never intimately know another man. That he would care for her, would make her happy, so she would remain his and his alone.
She arched up off the bed, crying with dismay, and he captured her wail with an ardent kiss.
“Ssh,” he calmed, “that’s the worst of it.”
“I didn’t believe you’d fit.”
He quashed an insolent smirk. He was a strapping man, and hers was a narrow, slick haven that would cradle him through years of divine excess.
Her inner muscles contracted round his staff, her virgin’s blood and sexual juice a steamy cauldron, urging him to the culmination, but he gritted his teeth, tamping down on his vehement need for satiation.
Eventually, she mellowed, the tension reducing, and he reposed with her, dropping down to rest on top of her, to feel her everywhere. Tentatively, her arms went around him and tremulously, she smiled and hugged him. He placed a kiss of reassurance at her nape.
“Better?” he inquired.
“Much.”
He raised up, balancing himself on his palms, and studied the carnal scene displayed below.
She was a prurient fantasy come true. Her blond hair was spread across his pillows, her body sundered and welcoming him. He glanced down to her breasts, to the peach-colored nipples that were erect and aroused. The golden hairs of her mound tickled and massaged his turgid cock. He was buried to the hilt, her anatomy having accepted every inch he had to bestow.
His gaze traveled up to meet her own, and she was looking at him with such fondness that his heart lurched in his chest.
I could love this woman , he realized, and the splendid prospect made him smile too.
“Let me show you how it ends.”
Overflowing with unbridled joy and devotion, he began to move.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ellen was jubilant.
She was a woman now. Stephen had made her so, and she was ecstatic. Both from the loss of her much-lamented virginity, and because he had been the one to relieve her of it.
To her enormous delight, he’d awakened her—with kisses and apologies and more—and she couldn’t stop conjecturing as to whether she was in the middle of a blissful, erotic dream. She arched her pelvis, just so she could detect the pain between her legs.
His phallus was fully implanted. He’d taken her! He really had!
He lingered above her, his palms flattened on either side of her head. With each insertion, he probed exhaustively, her untried body shifting and adjusting to the novel sensations created by his entry.
The anticipation was over, her maidenhead obliterated, and she’d succeeded in bumbling through it without making a fool of herself. She was starting to adapt to his presence. Actually, his flexing was beginning to feel rather pleasant. A tingle ignited low in her belly and radiated from her womanly core to her nipples. She was
“You’re so big.” A frown wrinkled her brow, and she twisted her hips from side to side, her innate response to flee from the incursion. “It hurts.”
“The pain is normal.” He was barely able to hold himself in check. “Lie still. Try to relax.”
“Please...I...”
With a typical fear of the unknown, she was panicking, and he understood he should pause, perhaps retreat to let her adapt more fully, but he was beyond the point of logic or restraint. He had to be inside her.
“Don’t be afraid.”
Clutching her hips, he steadied himself, but she was wrestling with him, frantic to escape the inevitable. He knew it was wrong to be titillated by her struggles, but her alarm ratcheted his ardor a notch higher, and he braced her and plunged inside in a single, smooth thrust.
He was her first! Her very first! His pride and arrogance soared.
No matter what happened between them in the future, this one extraordinary fact could never be changed. A dangerous vigilance flooded through him, and he swore to himself, then and there, that she’d never intimately know another man. That he would care for her, would make her happy, so she would remain his and his alone.
She arched up off the bed, crying with dismay, and he captured her wail with an ardent kiss.
“Ssh,” he calmed, “that’s the worst of it.”
“I didn’t believe you’d fit.”
He quashed an insolent smirk. He was a strapping man, and hers was a narrow, slick haven that would cradle him through years of divine excess.
Her inner muscles contracted round his staff, her virgin’s blood and sexual juice a steamy cauldron, urging him to the culmination, but he gritted his teeth, tamping down on his vehement need for satiation.
Eventually, she mellowed, the tension reducing, and he reposed with her, dropping down to rest on top of her, to feel her everywhere. Tentatively, her arms went around him and tremulously, she smiled and hugged him. He placed a kiss of reassurance at her nape.
“Better?” he inquired.
“Much.”
He raised up, balancing himself on his palms, and studied the carnal scene displayed below.
She was a prurient fantasy come true. Her blond hair was spread across his pillows, her body sundered and welcoming him. He glanced down to her breasts, to the peach-colored nipples that were erect and aroused. The golden hairs of her mound tickled and massaged his turgid cock. He was buried to the hilt, her anatomy having accepted every inch he had to bestow.
His gaze traveled up to meet her own, and she was looking at him with such fondness that his heart lurched in his chest.
I could love this woman , he realized, and the splendid prospect made him smile too.
“Let me show you how it ends.”
Overflowing with unbridled joy and devotion, he began to move.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ellen was jubilant.
She was a woman now. Stephen had made her so, and she was ecstatic. Both from the loss of her much-lamented virginity, and because he had been the one to relieve her of it.
To her enormous delight, he’d awakened her—with kisses and apologies and more—and she couldn’t stop conjecturing as to whether she was in the middle of a blissful, erotic dream. She arched her pelvis, just so she could detect the pain between her legs.
His phallus was fully implanted. He’d taken her! He really had!
He lingered above her, his palms flattened on either side of her head. With each insertion, he probed exhaustively, her untried body shifting and adjusting to the novel sensations created by his entry.
The anticipation was over, her maidenhead obliterated, and she’d succeeded in bumbling through it without making a fool of herself. She was starting to adapt to his presence. Actually, his flexing was beginning to feel rather pleasant. A tingle ignited low in her belly and radiated from her womanly core to her nipples. She was
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