across her mouth, and muffled the tiny scream and squeezed his fingers tight.
Her shuddering proved too much for him. He pushed himself up, between her legs, unable or perhaps only unwilling to ignore his need for her body.
*
Florrie came back to her full senses as Nathaniel’s solid warmth covered her, though he rested most of his weight on his elbows. He lowered his hips between her legs and reached down. When he brushed her swollen sex a second later, she understood the blunt object wasn’t his hand but his penis lodged at her opening. She thought he’d go slowly as he’d moved all this time, but with a sharp thrust, he imbedded himself, too wide and impossibly deep inside her.
She had grown up in the country; she knew what would happen, but the shock and sheer pain hit her like a wave smashing into her and almost drowning her. He was far too large and stretched her too far. “Wait, no.” She pushed at him with the heels of her hands.
He stopped at once and kissed her neck, but didn’t leave her body. “You are so hot and tight. So slippery. Florrie. I’ll remain still and you move.”
She whimpered and gave the smallest of motions. A little twist around the astounding thickness. Another person inside her body.
She moved again, squirming. The burning he’d created was reduced and now the intense fullness changed to a more threatening sensation. She stretched around him, accustoming herself to the changing ache, no longer stinging.
“Oh,” she said, and made a slow circle with her hips around the thing impaling her. “Oh, my.”
She spread her legs wider and pushed up. He groaned against her mouth and moved again. Slowly filling her.
He imitated her circle as he pushed. Still deliberate, unhurried. She panted and moaned as desire gathered itself together, increasing with the friction he created, inside and outside her body. Waves of her lust and the strange chemicals pumped through her.
At last he thrust faster. A man moved with those waves, created them, inside her body. The imaginary rocking of the room and real motion of the man pushing into her was too intense.
Colors bolted through her and across her eyes as the sensation hit her, spiraling from her core through her, all the way to her fingers again, forcing her body to clutch tight around the now perfect invasion of the man, even with the echoes of pain. His mouth covered hers again, and he pushed into her, filling the empty space exactly as her body required.
He reached down and clutched her buttocks as he pumped, bringing her back to the edge again.
“Florrie, Florrie, I need you.”
She wrapped her arms around him, soothing and urging him as he seemed to weep against her shoulder. With a sudden cry, he pulled from her body and pressed himself to her belly. A warm wash spilled over her skin.
He lay on her panting for a moment then pulled over to the side, dragging her with him. He blotted at the stuff on her stomach with the sheet, but she stopped him, wanting to feel the essence. She sniffed and tasted it, too, a satisfying earthy substance.
He chuckled. “I could give you more.”
“Truly?”
“Not this moment.” He hitched himself up on an elbow. They lay face to face, and he slid his arm over her waist. “But aren’t you sated?”
“I don’t know. I–I didn’t know females could be, well...thank you.” She inched closer to him.
He pressed a kiss to her mouth. “We should rest.” He sounded doubtful, and his hand on her back began drawing circles on her skin.
She giggled. “I should think it would give them a start to open the door and find you on top of me, um...”
He snorted.
Thinking of the guards brought her entirely back to where they lay. His prison. She had completely forgotten everything but him, his body with hers.
“We must stop. We need to get out of here.” She heaved a sigh, a strange sorrow filling her lungs, slipped from his arms and climbed out of bed, stumbling slightly.
“I want to lie
Her shuddering proved too much for him. He pushed himself up, between her legs, unable or perhaps only unwilling to ignore his need for her body.
*
Florrie came back to her full senses as Nathaniel’s solid warmth covered her, though he rested most of his weight on his elbows. He lowered his hips between her legs and reached down. When he brushed her swollen sex a second later, she understood the blunt object wasn’t his hand but his penis lodged at her opening. She thought he’d go slowly as he’d moved all this time, but with a sharp thrust, he imbedded himself, too wide and impossibly deep inside her.
She had grown up in the country; she knew what would happen, but the shock and sheer pain hit her like a wave smashing into her and almost drowning her. He was far too large and stretched her too far. “Wait, no.” She pushed at him with the heels of her hands.
He stopped at once and kissed her neck, but didn’t leave her body. “You are so hot and tight. So slippery. Florrie. I’ll remain still and you move.”
She whimpered and gave the smallest of motions. A little twist around the astounding thickness. Another person inside her body.
She moved again, squirming. The burning he’d created was reduced and now the intense fullness changed to a more threatening sensation. She stretched around him, accustoming herself to the changing ache, no longer stinging.
“Oh,” she said, and made a slow circle with her hips around the thing impaling her. “Oh, my.”
She spread her legs wider and pushed up. He groaned against her mouth and moved again. Slowly filling her.
He imitated her circle as he pushed. Still deliberate, unhurried. She panted and moaned as desire gathered itself together, increasing with the friction he created, inside and outside her body. Waves of her lust and the strange chemicals pumped through her.
At last he thrust faster. A man moved with those waves, created them, inside her body. The imaginary rocking of the room and real motion of the man pushing into her was too intense.
Colors bolted through her and across her eyes as the sensation hit her, spiraling from her core through her, all the way to her fingers again, forcing her body to clutch tight around the now perfect invasion of the man, even with the echoes of pain. His mouth covered hers again, and he pushed into her, filling the empty space exactly as her body required.
He reached down and clutched her buttocks as he pumped, bringing her back to the edge again.
“Florrie, Florrie, I need you.”
She wrapped her arms around him, soothing and urging him as he seemed to weep against her shoulder. With a sudden cry, he pulled from her body and pressed himself to her belly. A warm wash spilled over her skin.
He lay on her panting for a moment then pulled over to the side, dragging her with him. He blotted at the stuff on her stomach with the sheet, but she stopped him, wanting to feel the essence. She sniffed and tasted it, too, a satisfying earthy substance.
He chuckled. “I could give you more.”
“Truly?”
“Not this moment.” He hitched himself up on an elbow. They lay face to face, and he slid his arm over her waist. “But aren’t you sated?”
“I don’t know. I–I didn’t know females could be, well...thank you.” She inched closer to him.
He pressed a kiss to her mouth. “We should rest.” He sounded doubtful, and his hand on her back began drawing circles on her skin.
She giggled. “I should think it would give them a start to open the door and find you on top of me, um...”
He snorted.
Thinking of the guards brought her entirely back to where they lay. His prison. She had completely forgotten everything but him, his body with hers.
“We must stop. We need to get out of here.” She heaved a sigh, a strange sorrow filling her lungs, slipped from his arms and climbed out of bed, stumbling slightly.
“I want to lie
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