Zeke chuckled, but it was getting harder and harder to hold himself back. He moved to the other breast and when he received the response he wanted, he smiled and stood up. With deft, swift fingers, he tossed his slacks and boxers to the side, coming right back to her and moving lower. When he smelled her arousal, he almost lost his control but he took a deep breath, closing his eyes to concentrate on something other than the woman who couldn’t keep still when he touched her, then moved towards his ultimate goal.
“Open up for me Marissa,” he encouraged.
Marissa didn’t follow his instructions. Instead, she sat up and took his head in her hands, kissing him gently but with all the pent up desire that she couldn’t seem to control.
He wanted to smile, but she pressed her body against his and he couldn’t hold back any longer. As much as he wanted to continue exploring her body, he needed to be inside her. Now!
Looking into her eyes, he pulled her knees up around his hips, his body probing. When he found her core, hot and more than ready for him, he had to close his eyes and regain his control. No other woman had ever been able to drive him so crazy as this slender, shy woman could.
“Are you ready?” he asked softly, even though he knew that she was physically ready. He wanted her to need this just as much as he did.
“If you don’t continue, I’ll think you’re just teasing me,” she gasped out between deep breaths of anticipation.
Zeke thought he might have smiled, possibly even laughed, but he was in too much pain, desperate to be inside of her. “A tease, huh?” he asked. He grabbed her arms again, pulling them up higher so she couldn’t touch him any longer. He couldn’t take any additional stimulation right now and if he was going to make this good for her, he couldn’t have her touching him.
“I need you to be honest with me,” he said, his body pressing against hers, gritting his teeth when she rubbed her naked body against his.
“What is it?” she demanded, almost screaming out in frustration.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” he asked.
Marissa wished she could be more sophisticated about the whole subject but she wasn’t. Instead, she was frustrated that he wouldn’t get on with it. “No. But I’m still waiting for you to do something about that.”
He thought he might have chuckled but he wasn’t sure. With infinite slowness, he shifted so he was at her entrance. With a control he hadn’t known he possessed, he pressed into her, gritting his teeth as her heat wrapped around him. She was so hot, so wet and he wanted to just slam into her. But he had to take this slowly. Carefully. He didn’t want to hurt her and, never having been with a virgin before, he wasn’t exactly sure what to do.
When he felt the resistance, he sighed and kissed her, taking her lips with his and bringing her back to that writhing need she’d been at before. When he felt her body moving against his once more, he pressed into her, feeling her flinch as he broke through and buried himself fully inside of her heat.
When he thought she might be okay, he looked down at her, noticing that she was biting her lower lip as if she were having trouble keeping still. Since that wasn’t the point, he shifted inside of her and was relieved when she glanced up at him, her eyes filled with the wonder the friction of their bodies created.
“More,” she sighed and pressed herself into him.
Zeke was more than happy to oblige. He pressed into her heat, moving in and out carefully, slowly, watching her facial expressions for signs of what she wanted. She was probably too self-conscious to tell him so he had to go with…
“Any chance you could go a bit faster?” she bit out.
Zeke was stunned, but it turned him on even hotter. “Absolutely,” he said and shifted so he could move faster, harder. When she seemed to like that more, he lifted her hips and moved even faster. He was just about to start counting backwards from one hundred when he felt her body tighten in his arms. Shifting slightly, moving his hips ever so subtly, he watched in fascination as she screamed out, her fingers clenching against his shoulders and her body arching into his as her climax took over her body.
Only then would Zeke let go of his own control. As she continued to throb around him, he pressed into her, hearing her screams as he himself found his own release. He wished fervently that he could stop, could slow down and help her go again, but his own climax was so intense, so earth shattering that he wasn’t really sure if he was still conscious.
Zeke rolled over, taking her with him and breathing in deep, hulking breaths of oxygen. He’d never experienced anything so intense. He had to cover her fingers when he felt them start to move on his chest because, and he couldn’t really believe this himself, he wanted her again. Shockingly, the need was just as intense.
“Why can’t I touch you?” she asked, sighing with happiness.
He smiled himself even though she couldn’t see him. “Because you need to recover.”
Marissa laughed, but acknowledged that he might be right. “How long does it take to recover?” she asked softly, still trying to catch her breath herself.
Zeke thought she was kidding but when she looked down at her hopeful expression, he had to laugh because she was absolutely serious. “Normally it takes about twenty-four hours,” he teased, rolling back onto his side, tucking her naked body next to him.
She looked at him, not sure if he was joking. She bit her lower lip, taking her hands off of his chest and pulling back slightly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that it was that difficult.”
Zeke threw back his head and laughed. “I said normally. I think with you next to me, it might take significantly less time.” He nuzzled her neck, tickling her sensitive skin as their breathing slowly came back to normal.
She smiled slightly, her eyes looking at his chest and wondering if she could touch him. Maybe taste him? What would his skin taste like? She was guessing it might be salty. Maybe just a bit…tantalizing?
“What does that smile mean?” he asked. He might be nervous if he didn’t have a very good idea already.
She thought she was laying perfectly still but she didn’t realize that her leg was rubbing against his thigh. She was too focused on where his hands might stray. And hoping they would stray to all the right places. Feeling very wanton, she kept her hands still on his chest and valiantly tried to keep her hips from shifting. Maybe if she just…yes!