Page 74 of Unmasked By a Captivating Lady
Abruptly, he pulled away, feverishly pushing her gown up, bunching it around her hips. His hand groped blindly, finding her womanhood, which was burning now, so wet that his fingers slid effortlessly inside. He parted her lips, stroking her, finding once again that secret tip, rubbing it until she felt her head fall dazedly back in pure abandon.
The sensations were intensifying. She gasped, her head twisting from side to side, grinding into the blanket beneath her. It was so pleasurable she almost couldn’t stand it. As much as she ached for him to continue, she wanted to pull away from the agony of it, climbing inexorably towards its peak.
“Surrender to me,” he growled, into her ear, quickening his stroke. “Yes, my love, you know that you need to…”
She cried out, twisting and bucking with abandon as the sensations peaked, coursing through her in every direction. He kept stroking, staring into her face as she contorted. And then suddenly, she felt his hard manhood, urgently pressing against the tender skin of her inner thigh.
The sensations had barely dimmed as he mounted her, spreading her legs wide. In a daze, she saw him above her, his face dark against the sun, behind his head.
The hardness was pressing against her most intimate area, now. She cried out as he slid inside her, feeling a searing pain as he gained entry. She gripped him, hard, almost clawing his back.
He stopped for a moment, his eyes closed, as if relishing this first, primal connection. And then gradually, he started moving, sliding deeper inside her, his hips meeting hers.
A single tear trickled down her face. It was painful, but also so beautiful that she could barely endure it. And her hips were rising, now, meeting him. They seemed to need to do this, as if they had a mind of their own.
He seemed to like what she was doing. He gripped her harder, moaning, plunging deeper inside her. And once again, she felt those wild sensations starting, emanating from the pit of her belly.
It was so bewilderingly delightful that she groaned in wonderment. How could it be happening again, so quickly after the finish of the other climax? And yet, it was. She could feel it building, climbing towards that inexorable peak once more.
He was moving quicker, now, almost in a frenzy, plunging into her, so that her buttocks were grinding into the blanket. In a blind motion, his hands sought her breasts again, twisting the nipples and kneading the soft flesh, over and over.
His eyes pinioned her to the spot as he moved. She could see that he was building to the point of no return. His face contorted, and suddenly, he gripped her breasts hard, shuddering. He cried out, twisting above her.
She felt hot liquid suddenly fill her, and she arched her back as her own sensations reached a sudden, dizzying peak. It felt different to the first, as she felt her internal muscles contract around his manhood, still deep inside her. It was as if she was gripping him, her body draining him, pulling the liquid deeper still, like a honeybird nuzzling into a flower, seeking the nectar.
It was so unbearably beautiful that she screamed, in an agonising trance. He gripped her face, kissing her feverishly. His movements slowly subsided until he was still, staring down at her face with burning eyes.
“Are you hurt?” he whispered, in a hoarse voice. His face was gleaming with a thin layer of sweat. “I tried to be gentle, but I got a bit carried away…”
She smiled dazedly. “I am fine, my love. More than fine.”
Ara took a deep breath as she felt him slip out of her. Sorrow stabbed her, momentarily. She didn’t want him to leave her. She wanted him to stay inside her, like this, forever. She wanted them to never break this connection.
“It was beautiful,” she said, her eyes widening. “There was pain, but it went quickly, and then so much pleasure that I could hardly endure it…”
He smiled, his dark eyes shining. “I am glad,” he whispered slowly. “So glad, that your first time was so pleasurable, my darling.”
She felt a lump form in her throat. “It was because of you,” she whispered back. “I know that I would never feel such things with anyone else. I could not. It is as if my body is made for yours…”
His smile widened. “Your body is mine now, my love. And mine is yours. It is a sacred vow, more important than the ones we will speak to each other in a church.”
She gripped him, so overwhelmed with joy that she could barely contain it. She felt like she wanted to dance around the meadow, and cartwheel with abandon. She wanted to shout to the world how much she loved this man.
She fought down the impulse, instead nestling into him. It was as if his arms were meant to hold her, somehow.
“I feel like I am home,” she whispered. “I feel like when I am in your arms, I am home. My final home. My forever home.”
His eyes shone, as he gazed down at her. Tenderly, he twisted a strand of her hair in his fingers.
“Your hair,” he said slowly, spreading it out around her. “It is so beautiful…”
She basked in his adoration, like a cat in a sudden beam of sunlight. He had made her a woman, at long last. His woman. Just like he was her man.
She had surrendered her virginity to him, she thought, amazed. Now that it was over, she couldn’t quite remember why she had been so fearful of it. It had been tender, as well as passionate, and she knew that it was as natural as breathing, between two people who were as in love with each other as they were.
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They lay in each other’s arms, not speaking, for a long time. Suddenly, she was conscious of clouds moving across the sky, dulling the sun.
