She watched him undress, so enthralled that it wasn’t shocking. She wanted all of him. Her hips undulated involuntarily as he turned to her, magnificently aroused.
He moved onto the bed beside her. His mouth found hers, as his fingers probed her in a soft, delicate place. She shivered a little, but she opened her legs for him.
His hand moved again, bringing the pleasure back. But it was elusive this time. She arched up, her body demanding in its awakened state, her eyes half-closed, displaying the hunger she felt for more of him.
“Yes,” he said under his breath. His mouth found hers as he probed again. This time, the path was easy. His tongue went slowly into her mouth, in the most intimate kiss he’d ever shared with her. As it played with her own, his hips moved between her long legs and she felt him in a way she never had before, with nothing except skin between them.
“Slow and easy,” he whispered into her mouth as he began to possess her. “Relax, sweetheart,” he said huskily. “Try to relax.”
“I’m...trying,” she said unsteadily. She was looking straight into his eyes as he entered her. “Oh, Ren, it’s so...”
“Intimate,” he finished for her. “Yes. It’s...intimate.” His teeth ground together. He had to slow down. It was her first time. He didn’t dare rush it, although he was wild to have her. He felt her body accept him, felt the warmth of her as he went deeper, deeper, deeper...
“Ren!” She arched up toward him, the quick, hard rhythm of his hips creating a tension in her that was frightening. She clung to him, begged him not to stop, pleaded with him to end it, end it, end it... And then she arched and begged him to never end it.
He drove into her, holding nothing back. He was as helpless as she was, anguish arching him down into her as he sought an end to the tension that was breaking his body in two. He almost had it, almost, almost, almost! He ground his hips down into hers, arched his back and cried out, sobbing as fulfillment burst inside him, inside her, and he convulsed over and over again in a maelstrom of pleasure unlike anything he’d experienced in his life.
She felt him at the moment he found pleasure. She found her own, almost at the same instant. She cried out with the shock of it. There were no words that could describe the throbbing, almost painful pleasure that racked her body. She was dying in the heat of it. She shuddered and shuddered, her body echoing the satisfaction it was giving him. She’d been afraid that it would hurt. She couldn’t feel pain. The pleasure was so high, so stabbing, so complete that she existed for a few endless seconds as only a part of Ren. Then, so quickly, the pleasure left. She shivered, moved frantically, trying to get it back.
“Shh,” he whispered. His hips moved gently against hers. The tiny movement fulfilled her all over again. He watched it happen, smiled with delight as her face contorted, as she sobbed, arching up to him, shuddering each time the climax came back.
But soon, he stilled and forced her to also.
“You’ll get sore,” he whispered tenderly, smiling. His mouth smoothed all over her face, drawing the tears into it, soothing her with his hands as they slid under her, against the scars on her back that didn’t seem to bother him at all.
“I never thought,” she began. “I never dreamed...” She shivered. “It was like dying, the pleasure was so strong.”
“Yes.” He kissed her eyelids.
She opened her eyes and searched his lean face above her. “I was afraid, at first.”
“So was I, honey.”
“You were?” she replied, surprised.
“You were a virgin,” he replied softly. “I was afraid that I might hurt you. It’s been so long for me, I was afraid I’d lose control and scare you.”
She reached up, tracing his face with her fingertips. “I didn’t think it would be so...” She managed a smile. “I can’t find the words.”
“Poets have been trying for generations,” he mused. “Nobody can find the words.” He brushed his mouth over hers. “Lie still. If we overdid it, this may be uncomfortable.”
He began to lift away from her. She winced. He winced, too, but he rolled over onto his back with a long sigh. “Sorry,” he said.
“It’s okay. I couldn’t stop.”
He turned his head and watched her, watching him. “Am I shocking?”
“Well, yes. Sort of,” she said. “We study anatomy, in order to paint lifelike portraits. So I know basic stuff, like where the muscles attach and where other...places are.” Her eyes found him. She sighed. “But you don’t look like any of those pictures,” she added shyly. “You look like some of the Greek statues they have in museums. Only better.”
He chuckled. “Don’t do that. I’ll have ego issues.”
“I don’t mind.” She moved close to him, glorying in the feel of skin on skin. She snuggled close. “Now I’m sleepy again.”
“Me, too. We’ll sleep for a while, then we’ll go exploring some more.”
“I want to explore you some more,” she murmured. “But I’m...”
“Sore,” he finished for her. He chuckled. “It’s okay. I can live on today for a long time.”