Page 121 of Zimyra

“No.”

She reaches up, placing her hand on my face and angling my head down to meet her gaze. “What’s wrong?”

“Uh…” I frown, trying to connect my thoughts so they come out in a way she understands. I say, “You are everything I thought I didn’t want and now, I don’t know what I would do without you. I love you, Zimyra. Those are not just words. I’m talking to you from my heart—from my soul. You are my life, and I will do everything in my power to make you the happiest woman in the world. I promise that to you.”

She smiles as tears fall from her eyes.

I manually lower her arms so I can touch her face. I lean down and kiss her deeply, passionately while feeling her arms tighten around me.

“Mmm,” I groan in the satisfaction that comes from feeling her breasts against my bare skin as she holds us together like her life depends on it. And then I feel her fingers flirting with the waistband of my boxer briefs. I release another pent-up breath, a long one, as she relieves the strain against my boxers. I step out of them and now it’s her turn to admire my body. With the slightest brush of her fingertips, she strums my abs before they glide down my backside. Then she touches my rigidness, prompting me to toss my head up to the ceiling while my heart flips, expands, and opens wide for her.

“Myra,” I gasp when I look down at her again while she tortures me.

“Axel,” she responds.

I kiss her with vigor, anxious to peel back her layers and watch her unravel for me. She steps backward to the bed and lies there, waiting for me to join her.

Lowering on top of her, I kiss her deeply until she’s at the point of having trouble breathing. And now it’s my turn to kiss her neck and explore her body. I graze my teeth on her pretty skin, turning parts of her neck red. The more I tease, the more she wants, so I continue sucking and nibbling her. When I reach her chest, I do more teasing, pulling her flesh between my lips and teeth before releasing and massaging with my tongue. She writhes and stirs as I do this over and over again. Everything I do to her has her squirming, yet anxious for more. I have to remember all of these experiences for her are new. At the same time, I have to make them worth her while. I have to show her how much she’s loved by my actions.

She convulses when I roll my tongue down her quivering stomach to her navel. My tongue takes laps around it like it’s running track and winning the race. She gasps to my delight. I want to completely unravel her – make her body do things it never has and enjoy bringing her joy. That’s why when I dip my head lower and witness the moment she grabs the sheets, it drives me mad with desire.

“Axel!” she screams.

I use those screams as motivation to continue driving her to the edge. She holds on to my ears like handlebars and emits sounds I’ve never heard from a woman. She tugs me. I move up, keeping myself centered between her legs. She gasps as she looks at me. She’s already broken a sweat and we haven’t really gotten started yet.

“Myra.”

I say her name so she’ll open her eyes. When she does, I ask, “Are you okay?”

She bites down on her lip and says, “Mmm, hmm.” I guess words were too much at the moment.

“Look at me.”

She holds my gaze when I say, “If anything is too much for you—”

“Nothing is too much for me when it comes to you.”

“Listen to me. I don’t want to hurt you. If anything bothers you—”

“I want to feel everything I’m supposed to feel, Axel, even if it hurts.” I watch as her eyes darken while a serene glow crosses her features. I’ve never seen that before, so I take her at her word.

Sinking slowly into the confines of her walls, I remember her state and take that into account. I understand she wants to feel it all, but I’m not going to hurt her. I’m aware of the monster I possess and she’s a delicate, untouched flower. So, I go slow and gentle. With every moment, I feel the pressure threatening to unbind what little restraint I possess. In between the heat of her legs, I’ll die and be brought back to life all at the same time. The snugness, the way she pants, her hands on my back, her face – it’s all overwhelming. But when I feel the moment I breach her innocence and watch her grimace, I snap out of the pleasure I’m experiencing to tend to her.

“Tell me you’re okay.”

“I’m okay, Axel,” she whispers, then bites down on her lip, bearing pressure.

I move more, tightening our connection, keeping my eyes on her face the entire time, studying her reaction to my intrusion. She grimaces, but she’s determined. I stare into her eyes, peering deep into her soul while I’m sinking helplessly into it. I feel the gentle hugs from her canal as she welcomes me. Stretches for me. She winces as she attempts to handle me and I’m still descending, filling her to capacity as she receives, her fingertips digging into my biceps while she makes an attempt to relieve the pressure.

I finally settle and when I do, I lower my weight on top of her, my elbows resting above her shoulders as I stare down at her. I’m in no hurry to rush anything. I want to savor every moment. I want her to relish the moment – to get used to our bodies being connected this way.

I lick the length of her neck to her chin before sucking it into my mouth. Then I kiss her lips while moving gently, giving her a little, but not too much. A little goes a long way, and my sunflower has a long way yet to go with me.

“I love you, Zimyra.”

“I love you, Axel.”

“How do you feel?” I hear myself asking. It’s a new feeling for me tocare. I’m experiencing many firsts right along with her.

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