Page 19 of A Very Roguish Boxing Day
Gwen stiffened.He had only gone in an inch or two.It didn’t hurt, precisely, but it was so, sotight, and she felt quite certain he could not go any farther without something tearing.
Tom seemed unconcerned.“Relax,” he whispered, then started kissing her again.He kept moving his thumb over that wonderful little spot, and Gwen felt some of her tension ease.
Just when she was starting to enjoy herself again, he slid forward another inch.She gasped at the sensation of being stretched, but she was starting to know what to expect, and really, this wasn’t as terrible as she’d been led to believe.
“All right?”Tom asked.
She nodded.“All right.”
He kept at it, rubbing her little nubbin and easing himself inside her inch by painstaking inch.At one point, she felt a sharp pinch that caused her to give a startled cry.
Tom stopped immediately.“Does it hurt?”
Gwen wiggled her hips experimentally.“It does, but not as badly as I was expecting.I imagine that was my maidenhead.”
Above her, Tom made a strangled sound.Gwendolyn glanced up to see an expression that walked the fine line between ecstasy and agony etched upon his face.
“Tom?”Gwen asked, wiggling her hips again.“Does that feel good for you?”
For all that he responded with a string of curses, Gwen didn’t think he was complaining.
She giggled, circling her hips some more.Although she was still a little sore, it seemed that the worst had passed.
She leaned forward and kissed Tom’s cheek.“It’s not bad.Why don’t you show me the rest of it?”
He glanced at her, eyes wary.“You’re sure?”
She smiled up at him.“I’m sure.”
He withdrew almost all the way, then pressed forward, watching her the whole while.“That’s not too painful?”
“No,” Gwen answered honestly.
He was already increasing his pace.“How about this?”
“It’s really not bad.”
“Thankfuck,” he growled, seizing her hips.He started to thrust in earnest.
A bright giggle emerged from Gwen’s lips.Here she was, making love with this absurdly attractive man, and she was driving him out of his mind!
She’d never imagined such a thing was possible.But she found she liked it quite a lot.
“I hope this doesn’t come out the wrong way,” Tom said tightly, his hips pumping rhythmically.“But you have thebestcunt.You’re so fucking soft and so fucking wet, and you fit me just right.”
Gwen was indeed shocked, but mostly because she had never given much thought to her quim and its positive attributes, or the lack thereof.“Do I truly?”
He nodded, his breath coming fast.“You do.I’m not just saying that.You feel bloody incredible.You have the… the thoroughbred of cunts.”
Gwendolyn gave a startled laugh.She found she didn’t mind Tom’s profane “compliment.”She had gone into the evening hoping she would be able to endure an unpleasant ordeal.
Instead, she had not only enjoyed herself, but she had even learned that she was good at this.Who would have imagined?
She stroked her fingertips across Tom’s broad back.He had given her such exquisite pleasure earlier, she wanted to make this just as good for him.
He gave a gratifying shudder, then shook himself.“I’m supposed to be making this good for you.”
“You have.You are.”Reaching his neck, she slipped her fingers into his hair, scraping his scalp with her nails.“I am completely satisfied.”
