Chapter Eight #10
He kissed her tenderly after that, every inch of her skin.
He covered her arms, her legs, her stomach with kisses, driving her mad with a desire she had never known before.
She needed him, somehow, though too naive to know exactly how.
When he once again moved his great hands to her core, covered with dark-gold curls, she tensed beneath him and he looked up at her.
“Do not be afraid, Dustin,” he whispered. “I shall be gentle, I promise.”
He had told her that once before and they never went any further, due to David’s interruption.
She was so caught up in his touch now that if David had walked through the door at the moment, she would have taken his head off.
She found she wanted Christopher desperately, all of her preconceived notions be damned.
She relaxed and lay her head back down on the pillow and he continued, stroking the exterior of her center before parting the thick lips and running his tongue gently within the pink folds of tissue.
Dustin could feel her apprehension rise but forced herself to calm, her mind whirling at the sensations he was creating.
But his mouth did not torture her overlong for he knew she was very new to this.
He came up on her slowly, kissing her stomach, the dip in her abdomen below her sternum, and under her breasts as his huge hands began to caress and stroke her.
He found a nipple once more, knowing how she responded to him, and fondled her more firmly as he suckled. It took virtually no time before she was slick and wet, her moisture running down onto the linens and he knew she was ready for him.
He parted her legs wide, his heart pounding in his chest with the desire and excitement he was feeling.
Dustin opened her eyes and he lay atop her, supporting his weight with an arm and holding her tightly with the other.
Below, she could feel his big organ throbbing at her threshold, pushing against her.
His eyes met hers, their gaze locking as he pushed into her very slowly, acutely aware of her tightness and small body. He was not more than an inch into her when he shuddered with utter ecstasy. Dustin, feeling as if she were being stuffed full, tightened with apprehension and he stopped.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he kissed her cheek, her temple. “It will make it easier.”
She didn’t reply but he felt her arms tighten about him trustingly and that pleased him immensely.
He played a bit of a game with her, yet one that would help ease her.
He would pull out completely, then push back into her slowly, going deeper and deeper each time, loosening her muscles.
Her maiden’s barrier was apparent and the next time he withdrew, he plunged back into her harder than he ever had, breaking the tissue and driving himself to the very hilt.
Because he had taken the time to relax her, the sting of losing her innocence was just that – a sting.
Although it did not completely subside, it was not as frightening or unpleasant as Dustin had imagined it would be.
Instead, she felt an overwhelming sense of comfort and pleasure with his closeness and not a hint of embarrassment.
Of all of the things she knew she would feel, she had been completely wrong.
Christopher stopped, buried within her, and pushed himself up to look at her face. Her expression was soft and he smiled in surprise.
“Did I hurt you?” he rasped.
“A little,” she admitted, her legs wrapping around his thighs of their own accord. “Is this all there is to it?”
He raised an eyebrow slowly, completely astonished at her reaction. He had expected screams, fighting, at the very least.
“Nay, lady,” he whispered, dipping to kiss her nose. “We have only just begun.”
He began to move in her then, slowly to allow her to adjust, but escalating quickly to ram-hard thrusts that rattled her teeth.
Yet her nubile, innocent body responded to him with such intensity that she had no other choice but to go with it.
Initially she had been puzzled with her wanton reaction to something she had never experienced before, but she rapidly gave in with the rest of her until she was riding with him, faster and faster, her nails biting into his broad back, feeling heat building in her loins but having no idea how to satisfy it.
Then, it happened; her body stiffened and her loins contracted with a sweetness that brought stars before her eyes and then she was falling, falling back down to earth and landing gently in a feather bed.
Tremors rolled through her body, signaling rapture.
The tremors faded but the rapture, the glow, remained.
But he was still moving within her, his breathing coming in hard grunts when finally she heard him give a low groan and his movement lessened and lessened and then eventually stopped.
Dazed, Dustin lay clutched in his arms, her legs still wrapped around him, wondering why she had been so terrified of coupling.
Her mother had clouded her mind with her own ideals, and Dustin thought for the first time in her life how wrong her mother had been.