If he had any respect for her, she thought, he would certainly not be treating her in such a fashion. Unfortunately, she didn’t have enough breath to upbraid him about it right now. She was too busy rubbing herself against his hard thigh like a wanton.
“Nye!” she whimpered. He released his grip on one breast and inserted his hand between them, running it down her flat stomach and between her legs. “Nye!” Her head came off the pillow.
“You’re nice and wet down here,” he said with approval. The slide of his fingers was downright scandalous. His words penetrated the fog that was on her mind right now. Wet? Her gaze snapped to his.
“F-from your mouth?” she faltered, realizing she was wet down there. Very wet. She could even hear it. Her ears burned at the lewd sound.
He smiled slowly. “No, this is all you.”
She squirmed and felt one big finger slide right inside her. “Oh!” He snared her startled gaze as he added a second finger, stretching her and making her wince.
“I can feel it,” he grunted with surprise. At Mina’s questioning gaze, he added. “Your virginity.”
If her cheeks weren’t stained scarlet already, they were now. “Nye,” she reproached him. “Ow!” She felt his fingers moving ruthlessly inside her. It stung. “Did you just—?” Did he just take her maidenhead with his fingers?
“It would just have been in my way,” he replied, and she felt the burn as he added a third finger. Mina winced. “It’s too much,” she whined, for the first time not enjoying his ministrations.
“You haven’t seen my cock yet,” he said wryly.
“Nye!” At her shocked gasp, he shifted again over her. Now it wasn’t his thigh between her legs, but his hips. Mina felt the hard bulge pressed against her stomach with trepidation. He still wore the soft worn flannel underpants, but something was spilling over the waistband, bumping against her, demanding attention.
Before she could get too worried, his mouth was back on hers again, hot, and wet. Mina’s senses reeled. She clutched his shoulders, drove her fingers back into his hair. Her hard nipples rubbed against the dark hair of his chest. It both thrilled and horrified her how much she enjoyed the sensation.
He tore his mouth from hers. “Call me Will when I’m inside you,” he said gruffly.
“Will?”
That got his attention. “Yes?”
“I’m just trying it out,” she explained breathlessly.
“I’m not inside you yet, Mina,” he pointed out.
“Your fingers are,” she argued, then felt mortified she’d pointed it out.
“Yes, they are,” he growled in wolfish agreement. “I’m going to replace them now with this.” He grabbed her hand from his hair and dragged it down to press against the thick tumescent flesh of his manhood. Her eyes flew wide as he dragged her fingers up and down his broad length. Oh dear, thought Mina. This was never going to work. She had to stifle an instinctive refusal to even try.
Mina stiffened her resolve. Certainly, she was a fully grown woman and more than a match for the likes of William Nye! ‘Twas only fear of the unknown making her quail and quake like this. He released her hand to drag down his underwear, freeing himself from the confines of the flannel. Mina kept her hand curved around him, her breath coming fast. It felt so strange. She had never known anything like it. Almost she wanted to demand a good look at it, but Nye’s big body was in the way, crowding her view. She stared at his chest which heaved as though he was running a race. She wondered at it, remembering how he had carried up that cliff without breaking a sweat.
Then he shifted again, withdrew his fingers from her depths and cupped her mound, stroking his thumb through her curls. “I’m going to enjoy this part more than you, Mina,” he admitted roughly. “I’ve prepared you as much as I can, but you’re unused and it’s going to be a tight fit.”
“Yes,” she murmured; she’d heard that much about joining’s. “I’m ready.”
He shifted over her again, glancing down between them as he adjusted himself so position against her entrance. She squeezed her thighs against his hips as she braced herself. “Relax,” he urged her. “Let me in.”
She breathed out, nodded her head, and felt him surge forward. Her eyes widened. He hadn’t exaggerated. It was going to be a struggle to take him. And oh, it burned.
“Oh God, Mina,” he groaned in a strangled voice. “You’re so tight.”
She whimpered, not with pleasure this time. Ouch. Her hands flew to his sides and she sank her fingers into his lean hips.
“Just bear with it,” he ground out. “I’ll go as slow as I can.”
She pressed the back of one of her hands to her mouth to suppress a cry trying to force its way out.
“You’re doing so well,” he praised her and to her surprise, lowered his face to kiss her upraised palm. “Mina,” he whispered. She was just marveling that he’d never been so gentle with her, when a brutal twist of his hips seated him so deeply within her, they both cried out in unison. Their ragged breaths intermingled a moment as Mina’s indignation blazed hot at such rough treatment.
“Say it now,” he entreated shakily.
He wanted his name now? Mina seethed. “You nasty brute, Will Nye!” she upbraided him, panting. “That was not slow!”
He gave a breathless laugh. “Does it hurt really bad?”
“I feel like you’ve buried a sword into my belly!” she flung at him accusingly.
“Oh God Mina, love,” he moaned. “You’re just going to make things worse for yourself.”
“What are you talking about—?” she started, but his hand was at the back of her neck and the next thing she knew his mouth was crushed to hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, choking
