Page 53 of Let Me Be Your Hero
“Ten minutes?” she asked. “Is that how long it’s going to take?”
He nodded tightly, veins standing out in his neck. “Probably less. I want you too much. But it’s probably not a bad thing for your first time to be quick.”
“All right.” She pulled him on top of her, and he came willingly. “I’m as ready as I’m going to be.”
His entire body was tense. “I’m afraid this still might hurt.”
“It probably will.” She pressed a kiss against the column of his neck. “But that’s all right. I’ll get through it.”
He nodded, then reached down to position himself at her entrance. She immediately felt pressure as he started to slide forward. She took a shaky breath and reminded herself to relax.
A look that bespoke the best kind of agony stole across Archibald’s face. “Oh, God, Izzie. You feelso good.”
It helped to have something to concentrate on other than her own discomfort. This was a special moment for Archibald, too, and she wanted to make it good for him.
She began tracing shapes across the smooth skin of his back with the pads of her fingers. “That’s it. You can keep going.”
His eyes were squeezed shut. “I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe I got to marry you. I’m the luckiest man in the world!”
That made her heart glow. The tension between her legs eased a fraction.
He opened his eyes, his brow creased with concern. “Is it too painful?”
“It’s not,” she hastened to reassure him. “It feels… snug. Very snug, but I wouldn’t call it painful.”
His face remained skeptical. “If you’re sure…”
“I am.” She tightened her grip on his shoulders.
“All right, then.” Tentatively, he pressed forward. Much to her surprise, his cock slid into her unimpeded until he was buried to the hilt.
His eyes rolled back in his head. “Iz… Izzie.. Oh, my… my… Guh. So guh…”
A giggle rippled out of her, seeing her normally precise husband incoherent with pleasure.
His gaze snapped back into focus. His forehead was knotted with consternation. “Izzie, I—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go so fast, it just—”
“It’s all right.” She stroked her hands across his shoulders. “It didn’t hurt.”
“R-really? Then I can…”
She kissed his cheek. “Go ahead.”
Studying her face, he slowly withdrew then pushed forward again. It felt strange but not painful.
Seeming to satisfy himself that he wasn’t ripping her apart, Archibald’s head lolled to the side and the tempo of his thrusts increased. “Oh, Izzie! That feels so good…toogood. I’m not even going to last a full minute.”
She didn’t understand the reason for his rueful tone. “That’s all right.”
“D-do better… next time,” he gasped.
Archibald was obviously overwhelmed. Izzie, on the other hand, wasn’t feeling the same desperate sort of pleasurable sensations building within her. But she loved the feeling of Archibald, his weight upon her and his skin against hers. She loved seeing the pleasure on his face. And she especially loved this feeling of closeness that had blossomed between them.
His shoulders hardened to iron beneath her fingers. “Izzie!” he cried. “Izzie, I… I…”
His motions grew frantic, and she could tell his crisis was upon him. She clung to him as tightly as he was clinging to her and murmured soothing sounds in his ear as he cried out her name. Then he gave a great shudder before collapsing on top of her, eyes closed, head next to hers on the pillow.
After a moment, his eyes opened. He looked dazed. “Izzie.” He brought a hand up to trace the outline of her cheek. “I almost thought it was a dream. That wasamazing. Thank you.”
