by Fran Lee
“I’ve got it.” She frowned as she slowly, excruciatingly, rolled it down his trembling length, her hands driving him wild.
“I don’t think I’ll last long enough to deflower you, sweetheart, if you keep touching me like that.”
She chewed her lower lip and smiled as he caught her wrists and drew her hands up to kiss her palms. Then she whispered huskily, “Please, Jack? Make love to me?”
“You know this will hurt for a minute?” His voice was rough as he slowly lowered her to the carpet and gently settled her thighs wide apart over his own. She wet her lips and nodded jerkily, and he swallowed hard.
He wanted to give her something special her first time. He slowly caressed her silk-clad thighs and ran his fingertips over her clit, finding the wet, creamy entrance to her pussy, and he sank one long finger inside. She almost came up off his lap with her hips, her eyes fluttering closed.
He slowly thrust his finger in and out for a few moments, his thumb circling her clit, his mouth closing over her nipple to tug as he added another finger, then a third, feeling the tight, slightly stretchy membrane that would have to give way if he meant to make love to her. She arched into each slow, gently stretching thrust and he watched, mesmerized, as she cupped her delicious breasts in her palms and held them up for his mouth, her eyes still closed. Her cream filled his hand as he worked her so gently to a fever pitch, then he adjusted his cock to fit into the entry to her body, using her cream to lubricate the condom.
She was panting, and he said softly, “Grab my neck, and when I say, I want you to sit up…okay?”
She nodded, her body throbbing toward another scintillating climax with each slow, pleasure-pain thrust of his hand. Then he said, “Now!” and he pulled her upright, her body surging down over his rigid shaft as he buried it in her body, her own weight opening the way as he held her tight against his chest, his face covered with perspiration.
All those daydreams from before seemed to burst laughably apart as the reality of making love to Jack Gerrard washed through her. The girlish fantasies had been nothing compared to the real thing.
Her body was going ballistic. Her heart was slamming against her ribs like a jack-hammer. The feel of him inside her was totally amazing! Like nothing she’d ever imagined. Her body sang as her lover took her to a place she’d never been.
My lover. I am making love…
He felt her clamping tight around his cock and fought back his own climax with difficulty. The warm wetness of her virgin’s blood pressed against his groin as she subsided from her orgasm, and when she lifted her eyes to his face he waited for her reaction to what they’d just done.
“You were right…you do fit.” Her voice was weak and shaky.
“You want to stop now?” His voice felt thick as the feel of her tight body embracing him drove him to the brink of climax.
“You haven’t come yet, Jack.”
“I’ll live. If you’re sore, we should stop now.”
“You would go without because I’m sore?” He stared into her face as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Unable to form a word, he nodded jerkily.
“God, Jack. That’s why I love you.” She sighed and pressed her lips into the damp hair at his temple.
He opened his eyes and clamped his arms even tighter about her lush body. “What did you just say?”
“I said…that’s why I love you, Jack…” She met his shocked gaze. “Does that make you uncomfortable?” The look in those chocolate eyes nearly floored him. He was buried to his root in her sweet body, aching to feel her rocking on his cock until he came hard and hot, and she was asking him if the fact that she’d admitted she loved him bothered him?
“Am I hurting you?” His voice was ragged.
Her eyes looked lost as she shook her head sadly.
“That’s good, because as long as I’m not hurting you, I’m going to show you exactly how I feel about what you just said.” He pressed her back onto the floor and began to thrust with long, slow movements, his lips seeking hers as she whimpered and clung to him.
“I…love…you…” he whispered against her lips with each deep thrust. “I’ve loved you since before you told me to go to hell back in high school. I will love you as long as I live. I want to marry you and show you how much I adore you every day for the rest of my life. Any more questions?” He gave a groan of release and emptied, his body shuddering as she milked him of everything he had.
As they lay in a tangle of arms and legs, his mouth moving over her damp skin as he lay in a daze, he heard her soft voice. ”Yes, Jack. I’ll marry you. And I do have just one small question.”
He lifted his head and met that sexy chocolate gaze. “Anything…just ask.”
She wrapped her legs tightly around his hips and pulled his nose down to touch hers. “Would you please cook me dinner?”
About Fran Lee
Fran Lee began writing romance novels at the age of 14. Life intruded on a budding writing career—namely, paying the bills, raising a family and the usual run-of-the-mill things that leave a writer no time to pursue a career as frivolous as authoring romance books. Or so everyone told her. But she never gave up on her childhood dreams of writing.
Other things caught her fancy over the years—horses, eBay, martial arts, not necessarily in that order. Over the years, her childish dreams were set on the back burner over and over again. But the things that caught her fancy blossomed into self-confidence—she achieved her black belt in her chosen martial art, spent a fortune on eBay and had the great pleasure of owning a number of wonderful equine friends.
Now she concentrates on her various fancies by collecting horse statues and figurines, teaching karate to kids, and spending time dragging out those old romance novels and bringing them up to snuff for the 21st century. The dream has come true—and it was well worth the wait.
Fran welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email addresses on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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Come, My Love
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