Chapter Eleven #3
His knees wedged between her slender thighs, sure fingers stroking her gently.
Mara leapt with uncertainty but Kirk purred in her ear, words of desire and beauty that calmed her innocent heart.
When his finger slipped inside her, discomfort was virtually unknown; she was slick, ready for his throbbing member. No pain, no fear; only rousing passion.
Thunder rolled again, filling the smelly room and all but drowning out Mara’s pants of pleasure.
Kirk inserted another finger into her, listening to her groan and nearly exploding with his impatience.
His tongue fondled her nipples and he could feel her slippery passage contracting around his fingers, a physical response to the timeless ritual of mating.
He removed his hand from her, no longer capable of restraining himself. Her soft, responsive body called to him and he was shaking with anticipation as he answered, placing his heavy arousal against her and pushing gently. Wet and pulsating, he slipped forward without effort.
He was anchored, sliding deeper by the moment.
Mara squirmed, her pants of pleasure less evident as he gained headway.
Kirk kissed her deeply, murmuring against her mouth and promising the pain would be momentary.
She was so tiny that he was surprised with the ease thus far; still, it was becoming uncomfortable for her and he was acutely aware of the fact.
Gathering her tightly against him, he drew back and coiled his buttocks, driving into her again and feeling her maidenhood breach.
Mara yelped into his mouth, the fingers clutching at him digging crescent-shaped wounds into his scalp.
She continued to gasp with pain as he rolled onto his side to remove his tremendous weight off her.
Holding her close and seated to the hilt, he did not realize that he was gasping, too.
“No… no more,” Mara groaned, feeling crushed and impaled by his huge body. “I do not want to do this anymore.”
He kissed her face, her hair. “The pain is over, lass, I promise,” he murmured tenderly. “You must trust me. ’Twill only become more pleasurable from now on.”
She struggled feebly with him but there was no possible way to escape; he had her tightly, his throbbing manroot clutched deep within her sugared walls.
When she failed to respond to his soothing words, Kirk decided to show her what he meant.
Holding her against his chest with one hand, the other cupped her heart-shaped bottom and he began to move.
Mara groaned miserably with the first couple of thrusts, feeling full and overwhelmed.
But his gentle nurturing, his tender whispers, broke through her haze and instinctively she began to respond to him, experiencing the friction of his manroot as he penetrated deep.
Soon enough, the discomfort gave way to a burgeoning fire that grew brighter by the moment.
But Mara’s fire was nothing compared to Kirk’s.
He was far gone with passion, feeling her silken body in his embrace, experiencing every throb of her feminine core as the most erotic of caresses.
Within seconds he had reached his peak, breathing her name as he released himself deep within her.
But he continued to move, feeling the slippery wetness he had put in her, wondering fleetingly if she would be with child by the time they married.
He was a selfish man in that he hoped so.
Mara felt his spasms, hearing her name on his strangled groan.
But his thrusting continued as he reached between their sweating bodies, his fingers probing her wet curls.
A gasping scream erupted from her lips as he gently pinched her throbbing nub, bringing her to a powerful release.
Thrashing about as the waves of pleasure consumed her, Mara was vaguely aware of Kirk’s soft laughter.
“So you like this, my little hellion,” he murmured, kissing and nuzzling every inch of her face. “I thought you would.”
As the waves settled, Mara rasped for air. “My… my God, Kirk. What has happened?”
He laughed again, his trencher-sized hands caressing her buttocks. “Delicious, is it not?”
She swallowed, gasped, and swallowed again. She wasn’t sure how to answer him. “I feel so… weak. Weak and wonderful.”
He was still in her, cradling her trembling body against his broad chest. “Aye, lass, weak and wonderful describes me as well. As if I have waited for this moment all my life.”
Mara was silent a moment, listening to her heart pounding in her ears. Brushing the hair from her eyes, she lifted her gaze to meet his. “I had no idea that feelings like this were possible,” she said softly. “And I certainly would never have thought you capable of bringing them about.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “And why not?”
She smiled faintly, a gesture he found utterly beautiful. “Because I hated you, once.”
“You do not hate me now.”
She shook her head, slowly. “Nay,” she reached up, touching his stubbled cheek. He kissed her fingers, the warmth and tenderness of the moment evident. “I do not.”
The thunder rolled again and the rain pounded as he took her mouth with his own, kissing her tenderly until she fell asleep in his arms. More content than he had ever been in his life, sleep claimed him before he realized it.