painfully around his, but he wedged himself firmly_ between her thighs
and tenderly caressed her. She whimpered, tossing her head so her hair
spread out like a burst of sunrise. And still he drank ever more deeply
of her sweet scent and taste, until he could feel the pulse of desire
rising within her.
He crawled atop her then, discovering her eyes dosed, her face ashen.
And yet her fingers dug into his shoulders, and when he carefully
lowered himself over her and pushed slowly within her, he found her damp
and welcoming. He watched her face even as he thrust past the portals of
her innocence, and she never cried out or murmured a single protest or
whimper.
He sheathed himself slowly inside her, then he held and caught hold of
her chin.
Her eyes flew open, so large and dark, then they fluttered closed again
as he took her lips and caressed her with long, slow, leisurely
kisses--taking all of her mouth, exploring, tasting, savoring. And as he
kissed her he began to move within her, strokes as soft as velvet, slow
and evoea- five, coercive.
He felt something give within her when the pain had ~ faded and the new
pleasure began. There was an easing of her arms around him, and her
long, enchanting legs wound tightly around him. Her fingertips grazed
his shoulders, the nails lightly stroking. Soft sounds of passion began
to escape her.
He thrust hard then, unleashing the passion that had grown and simmered
and become explosive 'within him. He moved like the wind and like the
earth, and he whispered to words that meant nothing, words that barely
found and yet words that meant everything. Their lips met again and
again, parted, fused and sealed together, as did their bodies. He felt
himself grow slick with the heat they ignited in the night, and he knew
that he could not hold on much longer. And still he fought the climax
that clamored in his loins, in his heart, in his mind. He fought it,
driving her ever upward, leaving her shivering in moonbeams, taking her
ever higher. Then he felt it. A wild stiffening in her body, a stark
moment in which she seemed to fight him, then she was trembling beneath
him in great shudders.
He cast back his head. He felt a groan rumbling in his throat just as
the heat and fever and excitement within him drew to a massive pitch.
The sound escaped him, the life and energy and heat of his body shot
from him, filling her.
Again and again, shudders seized him, and he filled her again and again.
Then he wrapped his arms around her and held her very tightly. He eased
to her side, taking his weight from her but keeping his arms around her
so that she fell atop him. She sighed softly. Damp tendrils of her hair
curled over him. He touched it and remembered wondering how it would
feel against him.
Like silk. it felt like silk. And it looked like the sun, so blond
against the bronze of his skin. And she felt like silk, her body so
slick with all that had been between then, covering him.
Her face lay against his chest. She didn't say a word, and she didn't
