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way through her shame and not a small amount of guilt tinged with fear, he knew, as if she thought the Almighty was going to issue a thunderbolt down from Heaven to smite the both of them, mid-act.
But he didn’t, for which Brandt was eternally grateful.
He gave her as long as he could to come to grips with his presence within her, and then began to move relentlessly. Her eyes flew open and she wiggled insistently beneath him, as if she were trying to get out from under him.
Although it nearly cost him his sanity, he stopped cold. “Lita, am I hurting you?”
She, too, stopped cold. Her answer was immediate, and rang with truth. “No. No, you’re not.”
“Then why are you trying to get away from me?”
When she raised her eyes to his, they were full of tears. “Because... it can’t be right.”
“What can’t be?” His hips pumped of their own volition, once, before he ruthlessly suppressed the tendency.
But he had the answer he wanted even if she couldn’t quite articulate it to him. “This— how it feels... it’s can’t possibly be right!”
“It feels good?” he asked, adjusting his position a little to begin long, slow thrusts as he watched her avidly for signs that he was right about why she was so confused.
Her answer was entirely involuntary. She moaned, as if she’d never moaned before in her life, and he would completely believe it if she had told him that she hadn’t. Certainly never for this reason, apparently.
Her ex-husband was even more of an idiot than Brandt had thought, having been entrusted with such loveliness and then not having taken full advantage of it while he had it. Even if – at some point in the future – he became completely impotent, Brandt knew that he would always make sure that his woman never suffered because of it in any way – especially not this one. There were too many other ways to give her pleasure, and doing so could only make him a happier man, regardless.
“That’s right,” he encouraged. “This is how it’s supposed to feel between a man and a woman, Lita. This is making love. It’s supposed to feel good.”
Lita didn’t know what to do with herself, where to put her hands, how to act, but mostly what to do with the overwhelming feelings he was creating within her. She hadn’t expected that; no matter how amazing it felt when they kissed, she couldn’t imagine that being in bed with Brandt would be quite this different from being in bed with her husband. Especially since they were sinning – it should hurt like the dickens, not feel like an incredible storm of ecstasy was building within her with every purposeful, heavy thrust of his body into hers.
Much too soon, though, he stopped and collapsed atop her with a loud cry that, at first had her worried that he was in some kind of pain, but then when he didn’t move, she decided that perhaps it was a cramp or something that had resolved itself as quickly as it had appeared.
She felt curiously unfulfilled; she still had an ache she had never experienced before. She decided that perhaps that was the price for her fallen status – that she would search forever for a relief for the sensations that had built up and settled in that shameful place on her body, so much so that she knew she was going to walk hunched over for the rest of her life from the force of it. Kind of like what he had said about wanting her, she thought.
Eventually, though, he rolled to her side, his hand landing possessively on her taut, tense lower belly. “I’m sorry, Lita, but I just couldn’t wait long enough to take you with me.”
His heartfelt apology just got him a blank stare, as if she had absolutely no idea to what he was referring. And then it hit him. Why hadn’t it come to him before? She didn’t know about orgasms, certainly not as they would pertain to herself. And it seemed as if her husband hadn’t had much of one, either, regardless of the thankfully few times he might have decided to molest
But he didn’t, for which Brandt was eternally grateful.
He gave her as long as he could to come to grips with his presence within her, and then began to move relentlessly. Her eyes flew open and she wiggled insistently beneath him, as if she were trying to get out from under him.
Although it nearly cost him his sanity, he stopped cold. “Lita, am I hurting you?”
She, too, stopped cold. Her answer was immediate, and rang with truth. “No. No, you’re not.”
“Then why are you trying to get away from me?”
When she raised her eyes to his, they were full of tears. “Because... it can’t be right.”
“What can’t be?” His hips pumped of their own volition, once, before he ruthlessly suppressed the tendency.
But he had the answer he wanted even if she couldn’t quite articulate it to him. “This— how it feels... it’s can’t possibly be right!”
“It feels good?” he asked, adjusting his position a little to begin long, slow thrusts as he watched her avidly for signs that he was right about why she was so confused.
Her answer was entirely involuntary. She moaned, as if she’d never moaned before in her life, and he would completely believe it if she had told him that she hadn’t. Certainly never for this reason, apparently.
Her ex-husband was even more of an idiot than Brandt had thought, having been entrusted with such loveliness and then not having taken full advantage of it while he had it. Even if – at some point in the future – he became completely impotent, Brandt knew that he would always make sure that his woman never suffered because of it in any way – especially not this one. There were too many other ways to give her pleasure, and doing so could only make him a happier man, regardless.
“That’s right,” he encouraged. “This is how it’s supposed to feel between a man and a woman, Lita. This is making love. It’s supposed to feel good.”
Lita didn’t know what to do with herself, where to put her hands, how to act, but mostly what to do with the overwhelming feelings he was creating within her. She hadn’t expected that; no matter how amazing it felt when they kissed, she couldn’t imagine that being in bed with Brandt would be quite this different from being in bed with her husband. Especially since they were sinning – it should hurt like the dickens, not feel like an incredible storm of ecstasy was building within her with every purposeful, heavy thrust of his body into hers.
Much too soon, though, he stopped and collapsed atop her with a loud cry that, at first had her worried that he was in some kind of pain, but then when he didn’t move, she decided that perhaps it was a cramp or something that had resolved itself as quickly as it had appeared.
She felt curiously unfulfilled; she still had an ache she had never experienced before. She decided that perhaps that was the price for her fallen status – that she would search forever for a relief for the sensations that had built up and settled in that shameful place on her body, so much so that she knew she was going to walk hunched over for the rest of her life from the force of it. Kind of like what he had said about wanting her, she thought.
Eventually, though, he rolled to her side, his hand landing possessively on her taut, tense lower belly. “I’m sorry, Lita, but I just couldn’t wait long enough to take you with me.”
His heartfelt apology just got him a blank stare, as if she had absolutely no idea to what he was referring. And then it hit him. Why hadn’t it come to him before? She didn’t know about orgasms, certainly not as they would pertain to herself. And it seemed as if her husband hadn’t had much of one, either, regardless of the thankfully few times he might have decided to molest
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