“It’s okay,” she whispered.
But it wasn’t okay; he spent a little more time stimulating her while he kissed her, making sure she was slick and aroused. He wasn’t sliding in even though she was ready. He didn’t want to force it. There shouldn’t be any discomfort with this. It should all be good.
She put her palm against his cheek. “It’s okay, Luke. Just do it.”
“Something’s not right,” he said, shaking his head.
“It’s the first time,” she whispered.
Instinctively, he drew back. It almost deflated him, he was so stunned. “That’s not possible,” he said in a breath. “You’re twenty-five!” But she only nodded her head, letting her eyes gently close. When she did that, she squeezed out a couple of tears that ran into the hair at her temples and it tore at his heart. How does a woman this beautiful, this sexy, remain a virgin? was all he could think.
He found himself gently kissing those tears. “Aw, Shelby. This isn’t good.”
“It’s okay,” she whispered again. “It’s time. I want it to be you.”
“But I already made you cry and I haven’t even done anything yet.”
“Luke, I swear, I’m ready,” she said. She reached a small hand down between their bodies and took hold of him, causing him to inhale sharply. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this to happen. Please don’t make me wait any longer.”
On the upside, news that she was intact held the advantage of helping him slow down. Way down. In fact, it nearly rendered him incapable of proceeding. But he was mad for her and decided to explore the explanations later and for now, take good care of her. “Okay, baby,” he said, placing soft kisses on her lips. “I’m going to make this all right. I’ll try to make it nice for you. Trust me and let me do the work, okay?”
“Okay,” she answered.
He wasn’t exactly an expert on the female body, but he knew one or two things. He wasn’t going to get inside her without pain unless she was real soft and loose, and there was only one way to ensure that. He kissed his way down her body until he got to the center and once there, he worked that erogenous spot with his tongue. He groaned in pleasure; she was sweet, intoxicating. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she squirmed beneath him, making small noises that convinced him he was on the right track. He slid his hands up her ribs to her breasts and gently kneaded them, softly running his thumbs over her nipples. Her sighs became pants, which became little cries, and he buried himself in her until he felt the quivering turn to clenching spasms. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and clamped her knees against him, locking him there while she reached a powerful orgasm that seemed to hold on to her forever. He didn’t move until it finally set her free and she collapsed beneath him.
Then he rose slowly, a bit reluctantly, kissing his way up her body until he reached her lips. “Better,” he whispered.
“I want the rest,” she begged breathlessly.
“We’re getting there, sweetheart. We need to take a little time with this.”
He gave her a few moments of gentle kisses before letting his fingers wander south. What he hadn’t expected was for his whole objective to change, from dying to get inside her to free himself of the insatiable craving, to wanting to make this memorable for her, do right by her, especially if this was, insanely, her first time. He found what he knew he would between her legs—her tissues were plump, soft, damp and loose.
When he sensed she had mostly recovered, he let his fingers work that precious little knot, getting her stirred up all over again. When she started to make eager noises and move against his hand, losing herself in the sensations, he gently positioned himself to slowly enter her. He rose above her and watched her face, prepared to stop the second she winced or gasped or showed signs of discomfort. No way he could hurt her. There was still some resistance, but not nearly what he had felt before. A woman’s body was miraculous; nothing like a thundering climax to open her up. He moved carefully, just a little bit at a time, until he made his way inside, filling her. He was still, letting her get used to the sensation of having him inside her, and soon he saw her slow, satisfied smile shape her lips.
“You should have told me,” he said between soft kisses.
“You would have run for your life.”
“I might have been better prepared.”
“It turns out you were prepared enough. And I want to know about this. I want you to show me.”