Page 69 of The Sea Siren of Broadwater Bottom
She was sotightand soslick. He heard himself moan as he inched forward, because from his perspective, everything about this moment was pure, unadulterated bliss, from the soft folds caressing the sensitive head of his cock to the intoxicating feeling of Elissa’s delicate curves beneath him. But some hazy corner of his brain reminded him to see how she was doing.
He found her brow wrinkled and her eyes squeezed shut. Edward paused, his cock halfway inside her. He reached up and stroked her cheek. “How is it, darling?”
She bit her lip as she opened her eyes. “It—it doesn’t hurt, per se. If you could just give me a moment to—to adjust.”
He was physically shaking, so desperately did he want to thrust into her, but he drew in a ragged breath. “Take all the time you need,” he said with forced lightness before his lips descended upon hers.
It was agonizing, being so close and having to wait, but Edward would never have considered doing otherwise. There probably wasn’t much art to the way he was kissing her, nor the way his hands were roaming clumsily over whatever parts of her body he could reach, but he did the best he could. And it seemed to help—after a few minutes Elissa gave a pleasurable sigh, and he realized she had relaxed beneath him.
“You can go ahead,” she said, breaking off their kiss. “It’s better now.”
He resumed his agonizing progress, studying her face the whole time. To his immense relief, he was able to seat himself fully within her. “Is that all right?” he asked. “Can I—”
She leaned up and kissed his throat. “It’s fine. Go ahead, my Edward.”
He slid carefully out and then in, then repeated the maneuver twice more for good measure. Seeing no discomfort on her face, he groaned and increased his pace. The sheath he wore dulled his sensation significantly, and thank God for it, because otherwise he would have embarrassed himself by climaxing on the third stroke.
As it was, he barely lasted a minute before the pleasure overwhelmed him. He heard himself making guttural sounds, the only comprehensible word of which was Elissa’s name, uttered like a prayer in the moment that he came.
He collapsed on top of her, his body trembling as he came back down to earth. He became conscious of Elissa’s hands stroking patterns across his bare back. He hesitated, because he had been so lost in the moment, he’d paid scant attention to how she was feeling, and he was nervous of her reaction. He slowly lifted his head, bringing a hand up to frame her face.
She looked so happy, happier than he could ever remember seeing her (and this was saying something for the girl who radiated joy just looking at his front lawn). It was entirely contagious and he felt the corners of his mouth rising. Probably it didn’t hurt his mood that he had just made love to a beautiful woman, but Edward felt unfamiliar emotions washing over him. Joy. Contentment.
Trust.
“How are you?” he asked, reaching up to brush her hair back from her face.
“I’ve never been better. That waswonderful.”
“It certainly was for me. It wasn’t too painful for you?”
She shook her head, her expression holding a touch of wonder. “Much less than I was expecting. It was a bit”—she paused, searching for the right word—“tight, at first. But then I managed to relax.” She smiled sheepishly. “I—I actually quite enjoyed it.”
“Good,” Edward said, his chest expanding with relief.
He withdrew and rolled to the side of the bed. As much as he hated to leave her, the sheath was now rather full, so he padded to the washstand to clean himself up.
He was already completely hard again by the time he rejoined Elissa upon the bed, which was embarrassing. He might be a virgin—
Well. Not anymore.
He might begreen, but he didn’t want her to think he wasthatgreen. He certainly wasn’t going to trouble her for another go-round tonight, as he was given to understand that she would be too sore. He might be dying to make love with her again, but he was a gentleman, damn it, and besides, this was Elissa. He would never do anything to hurt Elissa.
So as he took her into his arms, he sought to leave enough space between their lower halves that his arousal wasn’t completely obvious.
Elissa promptly ruined his plans by curling herself into him. He was momentarily overwhelmed by the mind-bending pleasure of every inch of her petal-soft skin pressed up against his, but the exclamation she gave as his jutting erection poked her in the stomach managed to penetrate his foggy brain.
“Oh!”
Edward cringed. “Ignore that, darling.”
She laughed. “Ignore it? How am I supposed to ignore something that big?”
His cock gave a pulse, interpreting this as a compliment.
He cleared his throat. “What I meant is that you needn’t worry. I don’t intend to bother you again this evening.”
“Bother me? I assure you, you’re not bothering me.” She sat halfway up, peering over his shoulder. “Which jar did you get the hand cream from?”
