Page 41 of A Lady's Dangerous Secret
James climbed onto the bed and crawled toward her. He then positioned his body on top of hers. His lips touched her own, and she could taste the salty and musky flavor of her own juices. As he tenderly kissed her, she felt the hardness of his cock near the entrance to her folds.
“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured. He took his member in hand and rubbed it at her entrance, coating the tip in the fluids that rushed from her sex.
“Yes,” she moaned. She pushed her hips farther toward him. She understood the general idea of what would happen next. His face appeared tense, and the muscles strained in his neck as he held himself over her, waiting to enter. She wanted him so badly, though she did not know how all of him would fit inside her. She was not a petite woman, but nevertheless, he seemed so…big.
“Are you ready?”
She nodded, not able to speak further. She was awash with anticipation.
“God, Lottie, I love you,” James confessed, and thrust his member inside her. She let out a cry as pain suddenly shot through her body, and the muscles of her sex clenched down.
He stopped moving abruptly and his eyes widened. “You’re a virgin?”
Charlotte grimaced while her muscles tried to dispel him from her body. “Yes. Of course, I am.”
“But you were going to suck my cock,” he responded, as he held his body still.
“So?”
“Dammit, Lottie. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He withdrew from her body and hovered above her.
“I still want you.” Although there was an initial stab of pain when he penetrated, she felt a worse void after he pulled himself back. Her body was still screaming for him.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, and looked at her imploringly.
“Take me properly,” she said definitively.
He kissed her again. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, dancing with her own. He toyed with her nipples and caused them to peak. He then took his time tracing his hands over her body.
“Are you ready?” he asked gingerly.
“Yes,” she said.
He closed his eyes briefly as if saying a silent prayer then opened them, searching her face. Seeming satisfied with what he saw, he eased his member into her sex gently and kissed her lips. He pushed farther. She felt a twinge of discomfort as he continued, but also a sense of fullness. It made her feel that he was the piece of her life she had been missing. Once he was to the hilt, she let out a sigh as her body adjusted to his girth. Her legs instinctively wrapped themselves around his hips to accommodate.
“You feel so good.”
“Is this it?” she asked, confused.
He smiled against her lips. “We’re only getting started, love.”
He withdrew, and she whimpered in protest. He pushed forward and repeated the motion, silencing any of her qualms. Instead, she let out a gasp as new sensations assaulted her core. Her hips moved in rhythm with James’s, seeking a deeper connection. He thrust more vigorously. He cupped her buttocks to deepen the penetration, and she let out a cry as he found a spot of pleasure she never knew existed.
“James,” she moaned, unable to form any other coherent words. Their slick bodies moved together in a rhythm as old as time, while the moisture from their heated passion formed lubrication at her pearl. As James pulled her hips toward him, his thrusts stimulated her pearl while continuing to drive into the pleasure spot in her sex. A deep pressure built inside hercore, and this time, she was so overwhelmed she did not even try to fight it. Suddenly, she shattered and screamed his name while her body shook in ecstasy. She felt her sex clamp down on his member, and she trembled. Her back arched, and her heels dug into his back as waves of pleasure reverberated through her body until her voice became hoarse from yelling.
“Lottie!” James shouted in the background. Her body had calmed, and her eyelids fluttered closed. He fiercely removed himself from her sex. The orgasm had wiped Charlotte of all her energy. She watched in a detached fashion while he released a warm, white liquid onto her thigh. She did not even flinch.
Her mind felt blank and muddled at the same time. She blinked several times, trying to fight the drowsiness that had overtaken her. He sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her. His hands rested on his thighs to support his body, and his shoulders rose and fell quickly, surely trying to catch his breath.
She had never experienced something so amazing in her life, despite the confusion regarding her virginity. She would think about that later. Her brain slowly started to work again and fought against the sleepiness. Three words dug their way into her consciousness.
I love you.
James had said he loved her. Was that what she was experiencing? Was love not wanting to ever let someone go? Was love a deep and inexplicable connection one felt with someone else?
It must be.
But love was not for her. Feelings were fickle and could not be trusted. They would not save her from the gallows.
