Chapter 38
Gabrielle
Brodie slowly pulled my panties down and off, then removed his own boxers.
I knew my eyes must have doubled in size when I saw him completely naked that way.
He was gorgeous, every muscle in his chest to every ripple of his well-toned stomach was perfect.
My eyes traveled to the v-shaped indents leading to his …
oh my ever loving God, how would that ever fit inside of me?
I had to admit, I hadn’t seen a full-grown man this naked before, and I suddenly understood what all the fuss was about.
Brodie placed his fingers under my chin and closed my gaping mouth as he came to rest beside me. “You can still back out,” he said as he positioned his body over mine.
I shook my head. “No, I want to. More than anything.” I did.
I needed to. I’d only had one experience with sex before, and that was a long time ago.
An experience I’d like to forget, but knew I never would, at least not completely.
But with this new experience, I knew I’d have a better way of coping with that other one if I allowed Brodie to make love to me.
To show me the way a man is supposed to love a woman.
Brodie made me feel special. I hadn’t lied about being a virgin, I was.
“Look at me,” he said. My eyes met his. “Can you see how beautiful I think you are?”
I couldn’t contain the tear of joy as it escaped the corner of my eye.
He scooted his body down and kissed my thighs, caressing them gently.
When he slipped his finger inside of me, my hips flexed involuntarily, the sensation rising with each movement, taking me to another dimension of true bliss.
I became elated and full of dreams and ecstasy as my head filled with the roar of the ocean, even though we were nowhere close to any water.
I was no longer Gabrielle Demeres. I was Gabrielle the goddess, cherished and adored by Brodie. For the first time in my life, I felt beautiful.
I reached for him, and when I touched him, wrapped my hand tightly around him, his breath hitched and he covered my mouth with his.
The thick, hard length of his shaft in my hand made me feel wonderful, and I could only image what it felt like for him.
The skin was so soft, and I rubbed my thumb over the tip.
Brodie reached down beside the bed and rummaged through the pocket of his pants, then I heard the tear of foil and closed my eyes, glad Brodie had thought of protection because I hadn’t been thinking about it at all.
“Gabrielle,” Brodie’s voice startled me as he climbed back up, his face above mine. “Take me in. Wrap your hand around me and guide me in.”
I took him there and guided him in. It didn’t take much force and he was inside of me.
He slipped in gently and moved slowly. I could tell he took great care in what he was doing.
I sensed an urgency in him, but he didn’t rush it.
As he pushed in farther, I held my breath, expecting a lot of pain.
A sharp sting made me tense and Brodie held still.
"Are you okay?" I nodded and tried to relax. He moved again, slowly, and the pain disappeared as quickly as it had come. The sensation became unlike anything I’d ever experienced. The feel of him sliding in felt so good, so natural. It made me feel so alive. I looked up at Brodie. He smiled at me. His eyes so full of promise and something else, something I’d never seen before.
There was affection. He pulled up and almost out and stopped to look at me. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. I’m more than okay,” I said, my breath heavy, my voice lustful. The desire for him roared inside of me.
“Good.”
When he moved a bit faster, I couldn’t contain the moan of pleasure that escaped, and I hoped he didn’t think he was hurting me. But he continued and took me into ecstasy. I jerked my hips up, accepting, wanting him to know I needed him.